Never before, Jiang Shili felt his strength so clearly. The moment he drew his sword, the ordinary boy in the past had completely disappeared.

From childhood to adulthood, he never left his sword for a moment. He never practiced or practiced his sword, but he always felt the intent of the sword and never stopped.

So when he drew his sword, he didn't need to think at all. Drawing a sword was as natural as breathing, and it had long become an indelible instinct.

Cold, terrifying, powerful!

The knife is a broken knife, but it is connected to his own bloodline. At that moment, Jiang Shili even had an illusion that he is a knife, and the knife is himself.

What's even more terrifying is that at the moment of killing, Jiang Shili clearly felt that he had swallowed the other party's essence, blood and soul, and a force poured into the broken sword, and then merged into the light red mark of the God of Death in his body.

"Kill him!"

After a brief loss of consciousness, the horse thieves in Heifengling became angry like crazy, and each put down their original targets and rushed towards Jiang Shili.

Although the one who was killed was only a small leader, he was also the commander of their operation. He died just like that, and he couldn't explain it when he went back.

What's more, no matter how amazing Jiang Shili's sword is, it cannot cover up the fact that he is just a teenager. How can a teenager who is only on Double Ten in the year scare away these horse thieves who are licking blood at the edge of the knife?

A trace of splendor appeared in his eyes, his hand holding the knife shook slightly, and his bloodthirsty murderous intent roared out like a tide.

The broken knife like the ink wandered in the heavy snow, and the sword light was like washing.

Someone will surely fall if the blade points to it.

Such a knife is not something that these ordinary horse thieves can fight against. Moreover, every blow of the knife will make Jiang Shili's murderous intent more powerful, and he will be even less sympathetic when he takes action.

This cruel touch fell into the eyes of the rest of the Jiang family, which was so shocking that it was incredible.

In their impression, Jiang Shili almost never got angry, let alone murdering people.

Now the person in front of him is where death is, and he is a powerful disciple who regards human life as a mustard of grass, and it has nothing to do with Jiang Shili in his impression.

No one could see the knife in Jiang Shili's hand clearly, just like no one could see the dark night.

Three, five, ten!

When enough people died, fear suppressed their courage, cut off their revenge, and turned into unspeakable deep fear.

Every time he kills someone, a force will pour into Jiang Shili's body, making him never feel tired, but instead adds bloodthirsty murderous intent.

escape!

Jiang Shili's momentum had completely surpassed all of them. Only now did they truly realize that the seemingly young boy in front of them was not the one they were qualified to provoke.

"Boy from the Jiang family, wait and see. It's not so easy to kill the people from Heifengling." He said a harsh sentence with hatred, roared his horse on his body, and the remaining dozens of people fled into the heavy snow in a panic.

Jiang Shili didn't catch up, and there was too much information in his mind that he needed to digest. The strong sense of impact and tearing made him feel that his whole body was about to be torn apart.

The broken knife is unsheathed, and nothing can hide it again.

He trembled slightly, and a buzzing sound came out. The next moment, the ink-like blade drilled into Jiang Shili's body.

It penetrated through the arms and turned into a black light, heading towards the heart inch by inch.

It was shocking, both Jiang Shili himself and the others who witnessed this scene were breathed in a breath of air, as if they were terrified.

No one has ever seen such a strange knife, and he cannot understand all this at all.

The knife and the heart!

The consciousness collapsed in an instant, as if it had passed for a long time, but it seemed like it was just a blink of an eye.

When Jiang Shili regained his consciousness, he already understood everything.

This sword is ominous because it is not an ordinary sword at all, and it does not even belong to this world at all - it is a sword from the underworld!

Jiang Shili's body was full of explosive power, but in a blink of an eye, it rushed out of the Qihai Sea and increased its strength to the Qihai Realm in one fell swoop! Jiang Shili had never practiced, so naturally there was no possibility of accumulating strength. The only source of this power is the power that poured into his body along the blade when he was killed.

No one can draw strength from killing unless... he is not a human at all, or possesses power that does not belong to this world.

Jiang Shili said nothing for a long time as his eyes fell to the flying snow.

From the moment he drew his sword, he was no longer an ordinary boy. His life and everything about him were closely linked to the broken sword.

The sword comes out of the underworld, and the god of death... is coming to the world!

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"Jiang Shili, you're in big trouble!"

The third young master Jiang's face turned ashen, and he stared at Jiang Shili fiercely, with an attitude of wishing to swallow Jiang Shili alive.

His eyes were withdrawn from the snow and fell lightly on everyone. Jiang Shili never spoke, but his eyes were colder than ice and snow.

"That's people from Heifeng Ridge. Do you know where Heifeng Ridge is? They are just small people?? But they are bad business models? They are so powerful that they are so powerful that they rely on the power of the Heifeng Ridge.

People in Heifengling have suffered losses in recent years, but as long as they suffer losses, there will inevitably be the leader who will come forward and get it back ten times a hundred times.

Before leaving, if those horse thieves stayed, it means that this matter would never be forgotten.

Thinking of the possible revenge in Heifengling next, Mr. Jiang couldn't help but feel cold all over his body, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of fear.

On the contrary, although Jiang Shili killed the horse thief from Heifengling, he was an "acquaintance" after all, which made him not afraid at all, but instead became the target of venting his anger.

"San brother, what are you talking about? If it weren't for Brother Shili, we would have been killed by all the horse thieves long ago." Jiang Shishi's face turned red and she couldn't help but stand up for Jiang Shili.

"Shut up!" He shouted angrily, and Master Jiang San scolded sternly.

He understood that Jiang Shishi was right, but because of that, he became more and more angry. These words only made him feel inexplicably humiliated.

Could it be that the boy who is most despised on the surface of the day will ride on his head and act as a mighty person in the future?

No matter what the result of this incident, today, at least he has to attack his arrogance first.

With his status at home, as long as he has an excuse, he can trample people like Jiang Shili tightly under his feet and never have a day to turn over.

Even, he was already thinking about the people from Heifengling to question him, and handed over Jiang Shili out to calm the anger of Heifengling.

"You shouldn't talk to me like that."

Looking at Mr. Jiang calmly, Jiang Shili said softly.

He never liked this domineering young master Jiang San, and he even lazy to mention his name - whether it was before or now.

Perhaps he is a qualified playboy who can turn black and white with his own identity and cleverness, play with people's hearts, and oppress people can't raise their heads. But he can't judge the situation at all, and he doesn't have a truly smart mind.

Looking at Mr. Jiang seriously, Jiang Shili said softly, "If I were you, I wouldn't have made these little thoughts at this time, at least... I will never show it."

Jiang Shili's voice was a little cold, making people sweat involuntarily.

"What do you want to do? Can you dare to fight with me?" He stared at Jiang Shili with a stern look on his face. The third young master Jiang kept reminding himself that in his own identity, Jiang Shili would never dare to fight against him. But for some reason, as long as he remembered the scene of Jiang Shili killing before, he would inevitably feel trembling in his heart.

"Of course, the people of the Jiang family dare not." Looking at the third son of Jiang, Jiang Shili looked cold and said word by word, "But I am no longer a member of the Jiang family."

A trace of memory appeared in his eyes, and that **, what his father said, once again appeared in Jiang Shili's mind.

“… When you pull it out one day, it’s the time you leave.”

The moment the words were finished, Mr. Jiang had already reacted and subconsciously retreated, but unfortunately it was too late.

While speaking, Jiang Shili's hand had already reached out silently and calmly took off the knife that Mr. Jiang was carrying with him.

From grabbing the knife to drawing the knife, the whole process is as natural and smooth as flowing, so fast that it makes people not have time to blink.

The knife is as bright as a wash!

The knife comes out and the head falls.

The leader of the Black Wind Ridge horse thief could not escape this sword, let alone the pampered Mr. Jiang.

Of course, this time Jiang Shili did not use the broken knife from the Netherworld, but the broken knife had already merged into him.

A knife is a treasure knife. It will not stain blood when killed. The blade is as clean as a mirror, and it will not stain finely.

The heads that fell suddenly rolled down, and even before they died, they couldn't even say a word. Blood spurted out from their necks, dyeing the snow red and the clothes of several people around them red.

After calmly putting the knife into the sheath, Jiang Shili glanced at the headless corpse indifferently and said lightly.

"I think you seem to have made a mistake. Your neck is not as hard as a horse thief." Blood flowed to Jiang Shili's feet and dyed his shoes red. Jiang Shili didn't care. He stepped into the snow step by step, making a creaking sound of stepping on the snow, "Save you, how can you not kill you?"

The moment he turned around, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back, and his eyes looked at Jiang Shili were filled with fear, even more afraid than when he looked at the horse thief of Heifengling.

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