I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

As Wang Xuan lightly took a step forward, countless flying swords instantly flew up, hovering in the sky, forming a dense sword formation, and then all the swords were fired together, shooting away in all directions.

And at the moment when these flying swords flew out, Wang Xuan's whole body also turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the position where the sprite was.

The jet-black Canglong Spear pierced the sprite's chest with a terrifying aura.

Domineering Spear Technique and Wanjian Jue are used at the same time.

At this moment, they fit together seamlessly.

Sprites were horrified to find that under such arrogance, they couldn't bring up the idea of ​​resistance.

It was as if a mountain was pressing on him, and he couldn't move.

He could only watch helplessly as the spear got closer and closer to him.

Then he broke through the defense of his body little by little, cut through the skin, pierced into the bone, and finally inserted it hard.

Following Huang Xuan's sprint, the sprite's body was driven backward by the spear, and it retreated as far as three zhang.

The spear pierced through his chest, pierced out from his back, and nailed hard to the wall behind him.

Spooky watched his own blood flow down the spear, and then fell drop by drop.

First it is a drop, and finally it is connected into a line.

He struggled to hold the spear with both hands, his eyes widened.

In front of him was Wang Xuan's icy, frosty face.

"The people I killed before looked at me, and it must be the same."

Spooky thought of the countless faces that died under his sword, those desperate eyes.

It is a kind of ridicule that I will be exactly the same as those poor ants now.

Chapter 662 This Is The Young Master The Commander Said

Spooky watched the blood gushing out from the spear, feeling the gradual loss of life.

For the first time, he felt that he was so close to death, that he would die at any moment.

As one of the six sword slaves, Luo Wang's sky-level killer, he was originally the person with the highest force value in the world.

I don't know how many people died under his sword, but it was the first time I felt what it was like to be killed.

When Zhao Gao was assigning the mission, Yaoyao still remembered the cruel smile on his mouth, and felt that it would be the same as the mission he had performed countless times in the past.

Unexpectedly, it became the last mission in his life.

He knew that no one could save himself.

"His" sound.

Wang Xuan pulled out the long spear that pierced through the sprite's chest and pierced the wall, and then mercilessly stabbed it into his lower abdomen again.

He could even hear the sound of the spear passing through his lower abdomen and rubbing against the bones.

In fact, with Wang Xuan's shot just now, sprites were already certain to die, but obviously Wang Xuan didn't intend to let him die so easily.

When he still has perception, torture him more.

The sharp tip penetrated the lower abdomen and pierced into the wall behind again.

The blood has dyed the sprite's clothes bloody, and the blood flows on the ground like a stream.

"Pfft."

Pull out again, stab in.

It's not a vital part, it will only make the sprite bleed more blood and die.

He wanted the sprites to experience the whole process of death in detail, and feel the fear of death's hands tightening their necks.

The sprite's body was still standing there because it was supported by the spear, but its limbs were hanging down, and its eyes had become dead fish eyes.

"You can torture me, you can kill me, but someone will avenge me. You don't know how strong my net is."

"Wang Xuan, do you think you can really turn the tide?"

"Your Majesty dies, and you will be divided and eaten by the pack of wolves."

Wang Xuan smiled lightly: "Where do you think I should stab next?"

"Anger +1300."

"Push."

Wang Xuan shot directly through the opponent's throat.

The sprite's head hangs down limply, and the corpse even slid to the ground.

Turning around, I saw Pumpkin struggling to stand up, with blood on the corner of his mouth, giggling silly at Wang Xuan.

"Master, it's good that you're here."

On the other side, the soldiers from the northern battalion gathered together one by one.

Everyone has some injuries.

But they all looked at Wang Xuan curiously.

"This is the young master that the commander said? It's amazing. No wonder the commander said that compared with his young master, we are scumbags."

"A young master who deserves to be the commander-in-chief, how cool..."

Listening to the simple words of these military camp men, Wang Xuan couldn't help being happy.

Stretching out his hands, he stuffed the two sprites into his box, and came to the pumpkin.

"Master, I can't die."

Pumpkin said that Emperor Xuan could rest assured, but couldn't help but started to cough, coughing and coughing up blood.

Wang Xuan leaned down: "I will carry you back to the barracks."

"How can this be done? I am a slave, how can I let the young master carry..."

"Stop talking nonsense, come up."

Wang Xuan handed the box to the uninjured soldiers from the Northern Camp beside him.

Pumpkin weakly lay on Wang Xuan's back.

"I didn't expect that my pumpkin could be carried by the young master one day, even if I die without regret."

Wang Xuan remembered every detail of getting along with Pumpkin, and today it was almost a world apart.

"Lie down and don't talk."

Pumpkin's injuries were severe, but luckily not fatal.

When Wang Xuan returned to Beiying with the pumpkin on his back, Meng Changshan had already heard the news and rushed over.

He had a fierce look on his face, obviously very angry at Beiying's being ambushed this time.

After putting the pumpkin in the barracks, Meng Changshan immediately went to the doctor for help.

After walking out of the camp, Wang Xuan's face was extremely cold.

"The trappers are too courageous, they dare to ambush my men and horses in the northern camp in the street, it's really hateful." Meng Changshan was very angry.

"This is enough to prove that they can't wait. General Meng, the soldiers and horses of the Northern Battalion must be ready to be mobilized at any time. Perhaps the safety of Xianyang City will fall on you."

"The final general must be lucky enough to live up to his fate."

Meng Changshan said loudly.

"Okay, help me take good care of the pumpkin, I'm leaving."

"What are you going to do?"

Meng Changshan was puzzled.

He could see that Wang Xuan and Pumpkin had deep feelings for each other, but when Pumpkin was seriously injured, Wang Xuan wanted to leave in a hurry. He had a hunch that it must be because of something important that Wang Xuan was going to do.

"The people who caught the net almost killed the pumpkin, how could it be possible that only one killer at the level of heaven was killed?"

Meng Changshan instantly understood what Wang Xuan meant, but frowned slightly.

He knew very well what kind of power the net was.

Six Sword Slaves and the mysterious Zhao Gao are all top powerhouses in the world.

Moreover, Luo Wang's headquarters is in Xianyang City. In addition to Tianzi-level killers, there are also killer-level, ground-level killers, and masters like clouds.

"It is undoubtedly very dangerous to go to the headquarters of the net now, so why not take the time to make up your mind before making a move." Meng Changshan hesitated for a moment, but still said.

Wang Xuan actually laughed.

"I used to think so too, but I found out it was all bullshit."

"So what about the trap, today I will kill him seven times and seven times out, to let him understand that those who touch my Emperor Xuan will have to pay a price."

After speaking, Wang Xuan left directly.

Only Meng Changshan was left standing there blankly, looking at the back of Wang Xuan striding away, his gaze turned.

"Is this the young master in Pumpkin's Mouth? Sure enough, he is a young hero."

...

The autumn wind is bleak, with a bit of coldness.

Wang Xuan walked on the empty street, with fallen leaves under his feet, like withered lives one by one.

Wang Xuan once thought that for the stability of Daqin, sooner or later, the cancer of the trap would be completely eradicated.

In his imagination, he should rush in with a brigade of troops, never thinking that he would come here alone.

Luo Wang is not weak, Zhao Gao and Six Swordsmen are the top powerhouses in the world.

But at this moment, he just wanted to kill someone. At worst, he would be turned upside down and blood would flow like a river.

Murderous aura surged in Wang Xuan's heart, and his footsteps made a clicking sound when he stepped on the ground, like a peerless swordsman.

It's just that he suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley and fell silent...