The knife is not the best knife. Xu Jie did not polish the sharp blade himself.

However, craftsmanship is top craftsmanship.

A head flew up in front of Xu Jie's eyes, and the head was still flying in the air. The blade was bloody and stood horizontally on Xu Jie's side. The blood stained on the blade was dripping to the ground.

The body that lost its head and gushed out blood was two feet high.

Even Xu Jie stood there a little dazedly, not reacting.

A dozen rogues on both sides were staring at the lost body, then they looked at the body of the lost head, and then they also listened to the sound of the heads rolling down on the ground.

Only the men in Xujia Town were slightly surprised, and then they heard Xu Laoba shouting: "Everything is surrounded, and no one can be left."

There were not a hundred people killed by Xu Laoba, and there were eighty. He would not care about this kind of scene. He ordered people to surround these rascals, but he only knew that killing people in broad daylight was not a good thing to deal with. He could only control the scene first so that the news of the murder would not be able to be stopped before responding.

Ershou and Sanpang, who suddenly ran out from somewhere, also saw this scene, and they were in front of each other.

Then the two of them watched from side to side as if they were watching a show. Then Sanpang smiled and said, "Oh... Master Scholar, you have killed someone!"

Ershu also smiled and said, "I am a good scholar, I have a good hand and a knife that makes me feel good!"

Sanpang saw Xu Jie's blank look, but he had a little bit of a sensation. Ershu felt that this scholar had a little taste, and his words were praised. He felt that this scholar was more in line with his wishes.

Xu Xiucai, who was very stingy, heard the seemingly inappropriate words of the two, and then replied to some thoughts and murmured: "This... is this the hell killing?"

There is no doubt that Xu Jie has never killed anyone. However, Xu Jie has never rejected the murder in his heart. From the moment he took the knife, Xu Jie knew that he always had this happen.

However, Xu Jie also had a longing for murder. It was like a knight who traveled thousands of miles and drew his sword and killed people. He could either roar when he saw injustice, or he could eliminate harm to the people and take brave actions.

In short, it is all the chivalrous things in the world, just like what is written in martial arts novels. I didn’t expect that reality would come so quickly, and suddenly I took action and killed the person.

I always feel that it seems that there is still a lack of a solemn sense of ritual.

Clang clang, long swords were unsheathed, and a group of men from Xujia Town surrounded the scene. Even young men such as Xu Hu, Xu Kang, and Xu Tai also drew their swords and stood up.

Just now, those men from the world who were laughing so hard that they fell back and forth suddenly fell to the ground, saying: "Dear heroes, please spare your life..."

Looking at the left and right, I had already kneeled all over the ground.

"The little one has no idea about Mount Tai, the little one deserves to die. Good men, please spare your life..."

The sound of life mercy comes one after another.

Xu Jie saw the tragic situation caused by his own hands, a flying head, a headless corpse, a bloody stain on the ground, and a faint bloody sword in the air, and a long sword that was still dripping blood in his hand. Suddenly, he felt a sense of discomfort, and slowly turned his head and did not look at it.

Killing people in the world sounds like a hero. It’s really the first time I killed someone with my own hands, but it’s still difficult to adapt to it for a while.

When Xu Laoba heard the begging for mercy one after another, he shouted loudly: "Don't you know it, no matter how loud it is, you will kill it and buried it."

The men in the world immediately became silent, but they could only kneel on the ground and tremble and tremble. The stories of the world where sharp blades came out, one knife and two swords fell to the ground were really what Mr. Storyteller said. Today, he saw it with his own eyes and offended the masters. How could he not teach these idleness on the streets to be extremely afraid of them?

Xu Gou'er was also a little scared. She came closer and stood behind Xu Jie, and asked cautiously: "Young Master, why did you kill him?"

When Xu Jie heard this, he shook the blood on the knife in his hand and replied, "How can he end up with a good end if he bullies you?"

Xu Gouer felt warm in his heart. He looked at Xu Jie, looked at the miserable situation on the ground, and said cautiously: "Young Master, if I am beaten again next time, you can beat me up and give up your anger. I will kill someone for this little thing and dirty the young master's knife."

When Xu Jie heard this, he actually laughed, thinking that Xu Gou'er was really cute and clever, and replied, "Next time, you should know the importance of it."

Xu Gou'er felt relieved after hearing this. If this young master took action, he would kill someone. Xu Gou'er thought that if he was bullied in the future, he would have to endure ordinary things by himself, and it would be better not to say them out loud. Otherwise, the young master would have to kill someone again, and some hatred would not be enough to kill someone to kill someone. This time, Xu Gou'er would not have to endure Xu Jie's words in the future.

Xu Laoba asked, "Jie'er, how should we deal with such a thing?"

Even Xu Laoba was a little embarrassed. He killed people in broad daylight. After all, there was also the law of the court. He had been a good citizen all his life, and Xu Laoba had no experience in dealing with such things. After all, killing people back then was on the battlefield.

But Yang Ershu answered first: "What else can you do? You can dig a hole and bury it if you have time. If you don't have that time, you will throw it into the river."

I think the second and third fat people are mostly dealing with dead people in this way. These two people are not afraid of the government coming to take them.

When Xu Jie heard this, he nodded and said, "Uncle Eight, let's bury it. Everyone else is locked up first. I will deal with it carefully tonight. I think these people dare not say much. If the news is really leaked, they will kill them. Push them onto the thin man and say that it was this thin man who killed them. Let the government go all over the world to arrest this thin man."

Xu Jie was not stingy and got up again. However, he really dealt with the problem. He first threatened these rascals kneeling on the ground. He also said the way to deal with the information if the news was leaked. Xu Jie was not a joke. If the government came to get people, he would push him to Ersou. Anyway, Xu Jiazhen had so many eyes to testify, so Ersou killed him.

Even Xu Jie knew that no one could have no life in the world like Ershou. Anyway, if there are too many lice, you won’t bite them, and if you have too many debts, you won’t have to worry about them.

Upon hearing this, Xu Laoba understood a little bit, looked at Erskin, smiled, and replied, "Jie'er, this is great."

The people kneeling on the ground heard Xu Jie's threatening words and made repeated assurances to ensure that they would not reveal any noise. At this time, these people were obviously swearing that they might say it out in the future.

But Xu Laoba and Xu Jie didn't care too much, and Xu Laoba had already started to handle the procedures.

Ershouzi could not react to Xu Jie's words, so he heard Ershouzi say, "Siucai, why did you kill someone? Why did you push me to my head?"

Xu Jie had already started, so he walked to the river to wash the blood on the knife. He also told the Xu Gouer to get a cloth towel. If the knife is dipped in water, he must immediately wipe it dry to avoid rust.

After hearing the words of the second skinny man, Xu Jie smiled slightly and replied: "Skinny man, ask everyone present what he saw with his own eyes to see if this person was killed by you or me."

Ershouzi looked around and looked around, but the other person naturally did not answer. Instead, Sanpang smiled and said, "Ershou, I saw with my own eyes that you killed this person. If you sword, you will kill the person."

If Sanpang and Ershou are in opposition, they will be filled with endless fun and enjoy it.

Ershu rolled his eyes when he heard this, and even his brother said so. Moreover, the people in Xujia Town took the murder case. However, Ershu felt that these others had taken the blame and were so wronged. It was the first time that he could not bear it! So he reached out to Xu Jie and Sanpang for a few times, and said, "You immortal, Banban, is there any other kingly law in this world? In broad daylight, he framed and framed Zhongliang, and is there any kingly law?"

Xu Jie laughed when he heard this: "Slim man, my family is not just for free to eat and live in vain. They always have to pay some food and accommodation. Framed by frame, frame loyalty and kindness? Where did you learn this word? You are just uneducated, and you even use idioms. If you take you to the government, you can't even explain your grievances."

When Ershu heard this, he really thought about it and replied: "What I learned in operas say so. If you have grievances, you will frame and frame loyalty."

Sanpang seemed to feel the opportunity to take advantage of it and laughed: "Ershou is really stupid, stupid."

Xu Jie had already walked to the river, squatting and washing his long knife, and waited for Xu Gouer to get a cloth towel to wipe it. After waiting, he remembered something and turned around and asked, "Two, how can we distinguish the martial arts in the world be distinguished?"

This problem is the problem of Xu Jie not expecting to kill someone with just one knife today.

After hearing this, Sanpang replied, "There are also different levels. The highest is Ren Tong, the internal energy is unobstructed, and the inner energy is unobstructed, and it has entered the innate world. You can count carefully from the left and right sides of the world. There may be seventy or eighty people. There are also highs and lows in the innate world. I don't know how to distinguish these highs and lows. Some people can beat some, while others are worse. There seems to be no more innate and have never seen them."

Xu Jie nodded after hearing this: "Oh, then what level is my skill?"

Sanpang was about to say it again, Ershou had already snatched the words. How could Ershou not understand this kind of problem? How could he not miss the opportunity to show off. He snatched: "Scholar, you are the second-rate top, first-rate is not enough. The internal strength has been achieved, and the knife can be as good as the will, which is second-rate. When you go down, you can make internal strength, and you can mature moves, which is third-rate. If you go down, your internal strength is weak, you can only feel that if you are lacking or unfamiliar with moves, you will be fourth-rate. There are also some who practice horizontally, with average internal strength and full of blood, qi, muscles and bones, which is another matter. As for those who have not learned internal strength, and those who are just fancy and embroidered, they will not be as good as the level."

Xu Jie nodded while listening, but also thought in his heart that if he was a second-rate top, then the first-rate would be clear. In the realm of the woman in white, the woman in white must be first-rate.

Then Xu Jie said again: "I think the one I killed just now should be a fourth-rate guy. But how should we distinguish the level of the difference?"

Even though Xu Jie thought that he would have a way to distinguish the situation in the future, he still wanted to avoid killing people just by doing it.

Ershu said again after hearing this: "There are many ways to distinguish. A person's energy, energy, strength, and walking are all right, and it is just experience. But in the end, he can understand by being knowledgeable. If he sees more people in the martial arts world, he will have experience."

Xu Jie was a little disappointed when he heard this. Ershu meant that there was no specific way to distinguish, only experience accumulation. Then there was no quick way.
Chapter completed!