In the afternoon, there was an unknown hill in the north.

A group of people lying lazily on the slopes of the mountain back, basking in the winter sun. It is not difficult to see from the faces and the thick-backed machetes, short-handed axes, big hammers and other things beside them that these people should be doing business without money.

"Boss, let's change the place and wait. There is no one here for a long time." A bored skinny man said with his head tilted upwards, and there was a middle-aged strong man with a vicious face lying there.

"A little patient! Besides, where can we change?"

"We can go to a place closer to the main road, which is crowded there."

"You are looking for death!" said the middle-aged strong man bluntly, "The competition is so fierce now, no one can occupy any good places? Besides, with our strength, we will definitely be criticized if we pass."

"Well……"

"We are not strong enough now." The middle-aged strong man sighed, but then he said angrily, "But don't underestimate this place. Although there is less business here, it is safe. Well, I easily robbed the father and daughter who are looking for relatives a few days ago. Didn't you have a good time? Do you want to be more careful, and let her commit suicide. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a good match for extra money if you sell it?"

"Hehe, the boss is right." The thin man smiled obscenely, "I really hope to come again..."

Before he could finish his words, suddenly,

"Boss, boss, someone is here!" A bandit shouted secretly at the top of the mountain.

The middle-aged strong man was happy and then cursed: "**, calm down, how many people are there?"

"There is only one, wearing red clothes, and it seems to be a woman."

"Oh, I'll come here after that." The thin man was ecstatic.

A group of bandits around him suddenly became energetic and surrounded the middle-aged man and walked up to the top of the mountain.

He poked his head slightly and looked into the distance. Sure enough, a passerby in red clothes slowly walked over the mountain road.

"Haha, okay, it's not in vain for me to wait for so long."

"Hey, it seems that it's not right... This walking posture is not like a woman..."

"Nonsense, you** have worn red clothes?"

...

Amid the constant argument, the man in red gradually approached. His ordinary face, narrow eyes, and flat figure...

"**, he's really a man." The thin man pounded the ground and cursed angrily.

"Are you sick?"

"Okay, okay, he'll shut up." The middle-aged strong man glared at me, "**, concentrate on robbing. This man looks a bit weird, let's go together."

After a while, the man in red walked to the middle of the mountain road. He saw him lowering his head, his steps slowly, and his expression was dazed.

"Crash, surrounded!" The middle-aged strong man gave the order, and the bandits divided into two groups, waving various weapons and shouting to rush down the hill, blocking the man in red in the middle.

During this period, the man in red seemed to have never heard of it, and still lowered his head and walked forward slowly. This situation made the bandits who kept shouting and shouting to make a strong sound puzzled. In this situation, no passerby was panicked and rushed around.

The bandits looked at each other in a glance, and finally the thin man stood up and said impatiently: "Boy, the uncle is a robber, hand over the money."

"**, did you hear it? I've made you unhappy, even you have taken your life... Hey, hey, stop me!"

No matter how thin bandits called, the man in red did not respond.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged strong man behind suddenly sniffed and frowned and cursed: "What's the smell? It's so fishy!"

"**, I'm looking for death!" No one paid attention to his words. The thin man felt very embarrassed and pulled out his sword and walked towards the man in red.

"Old 2 is back!" The middle-aged strong man looked at the quiet man in red and his heart trembled. He was very familiar with this feeling, which was a sign of him every time he was in danger.

The last time I had this feeling, I met a single woman in black robe. At that time, he suppressed the urge to rob and let the woman in black robe walk over. Later, the news came that not long after passing by him, a group of thieves attacked the woman, and in an instant, they were wiped out. It turned out that the woman in black robe was actually a magician.

"It's okay, boss." The thin man waved the long knife indifferently, "Look at me, I've slaughtered this crazy."

After saying that, he took a step forward and swung his sword.

However, the man in red stopped by chance, and the long knife almost cut off his clothes.

"Uh." The thin bandit was stunned, and then saw the man in red look up.

Hiss... I gasped, and the eyes of the man in red in front of me turned red. Although it was broad daylight and the sun was warm, the thin bandit still felt like falling into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold.

At this time, the man in red slowly raised his pale palm and slowly stretched out his neck.

The thin bandit had bean sweat grains on his forehead. He wanted to avoid it. The farther away from the man in red, the better. But his feet stood firmly as firmly as possible, unable to move.

Soon, the man in red touched the bandit's Adam's apple with his cold palm.

A simple twist, click!

The bandits around opened their mouths wide and stared at the scene in front of them. What's going on? Why don't the second in command hide?

The middle-aged strong man's pupils dilated, and he was the first to come back to his senses. He took a step forward and waved his hand and shouted: "Brothers, come on, kill him to avenge Lao 2."

After hearing the order, the bandits subconsciously rushed forward. No one noticed their boss, who was slowly retreating at this time.

After dozens of thieves rushed forward, the middle-aged strong man turned around without hesitation and ran wildly.

The mountain roads are naturally full of nine turns and eight turns, and are complicated and complicated.

The middle-aged strong man ran to the first bend and looked back, and saw waves of blood suddenly soaring into the sky, screaming endlessly. The middle-aged strong man was shocked and dared not look at it anymore, so he ran forward with his head down.

"Hosh...hush..."

After half an hour of rapid running, the middle-aged strong man turned around when he saw the bend, and was so tired that he almost collapsed on the ground.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath of turbid air and shook his head, "Don't, I finally got the team. **, damn old 2 told him not to go, he would kill me."

After a breath, the middle-aged strong man stood up and looked around. He was just busy running away. He really didn't know where he was now...

"Hmm? What's the smell..." The middle-aged strong man suddenly stopped and turned his head stiffly.

I saw a man in red clothes standing quietly behind him, as if he had been standing for a long time. The color of the red clothes on his body became brighter, and a bloody smell rushed straight into his nose.

The man in red slowly stretched out his hand...

…………

It rains at night, the plains of a mountain in the north.

The sound of shouting, screaming, and the sound of swords and swords colliding... Under the rain curtain, the two men fought fiercely.

In the center of the flat ground, several carriages surrounded the city in a circle. In the circle, there were large boxes of goods piled up, and there were also some people who looked nervous and dressed as merchants.

There is no doubt that the caravan was obviously unlucky to be targeted by the large thieves. What they can count on now is that these hired mercenaries can defeat these bandits.

However, according to the current situation, they are not optimistic. They are surrounded by groups. If they continue like this, they will most likely be surrounded and annihilated.

At this time, a man in red was slowly walking over the outside of the battlefield and southeast of the mountains.

He lowered his head, as if he had not seen the fierce battle ahead at all. The drizzle hit him, turning into strands of red water lines dripping from his sleeves.

In front of him were several men wearing armor and riding on horses. They were watching the situation in front of them, whispering from time to time, and then sending people to adjust the direction of the attack. Obviously, they were the leaders of this thieves group.

As the man in red walked in, a guard next to the thief leader turned around and saw him. He was shocked and quickly reported.

The thief leader turned around in surprise and looked at the man in red with a few glances. This was obviously not a mercenary who came to sneak attack the beheaded, otherwise he would not have been so slow.

After a few glances, the thief leader lost interest, turned his head and waved casually to the guard just now.

The guard nodded, rode his horse and raised his sword toward the man in red.

The thief leader did not mean to kill, nor did he say not to kill. He had big things to worry about, and of course there was no need to deal with such small things. So his waved meaning was: leave it to you, do it cheaply.

The guard decisively carried out this cheap act as a killing. As for the bandits, can he still go over and ask others to watch it politely?

The horse ran quickly, approached, swung his sword sideways,

Swish...

The saber blade was carrying a sloping water line and slashed at the neck of the man in red in a freehand way.

It can be said that the guard's immediate skills are pretty good. It is really not easy to run at high speed in such a dim environment, and swinging the knife quickly can maintain accuracy.

Hiss-Bang!

The war horse roared for a long time, and its huge body suddenly fell out, splashing water.

The guard on the horse had already rushed out and rolled up. He looked at the man in red in front of him and swallowed. The knife just now was avoided by the man in red for no reason, and then he saw him press his palm on the horse casually, and then the horse flew several feet away...

Watching the man in red walk forward, the guard gritted his teeth and shouted: "Be careful, leader." Then he flew forward and cut off his head.

Crack - Lightning passed by.

The man in red raised his head, his blood-red eyes blurred and terrifying.

The guard's body stiffened, and then he felt pain in his wrist and his long knife was snatched. Then a trace of water slid across his neck, his eyes shaking, and gradually turned into darkness.

When the thief leader turned his head, the man in red was almost in front of him with a long sword. And his guard was standing in the rainy ground behind him. Uh, it was part of the guard, because he didn't know where the head had rolled...

Rub, rub, rub...

The sword was unsheathed, and a team of guards next to the thief leader rushed over.

The man in red moved, and reversed the slow momentum just now, and his body flashed like a ghost. The long sword was strangely held in his hand, dragging out a long red line.

Hiss - The leading guards were cut open with their men and horses. Because they were too fast, a blood curtain was still connected.

Wow... A figure spiraled and broke out from the blood curtain, rushed out, crossed the guard's head, and fell towards the thief leader behind.
To be continued...