I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

The light of a sword is cold.

The white sword energy, wrapped in a deadly cold wave, crushed everything in its path.

The two fourth-level monsters were already frozen and turned into ice sculptures before they were directly hit by the sword energy.

The violent sword energy rushed straight towards the cavalry captain, and the intensity of this blow was already close to that of a fifth-level walker's full blow.

The forced cavalry captain had to use a large part of his demon power to resist.

Although he barely blocked it.

But the already stretched demonic power was completely exhausted at this moment.

How could Meng Tuo let go of this God-given opportunity.

He quickly took out the healing potion from his waist and plunged it into his thigh.

There was no time to pull out the needle.

Directly punch and attack.

Poof——

Meng Tuo's right fist penetrated the chest of the cavalry captain and caught a beating crystal core.

"ah!!!"

He shouted loudly and jerked upwards.

Bones shattered, flesh and blood splattered.

A dark red crystal core shone with a strange light in Meng Tuo's hand.

The life of the cavalry captain died instantly as the crystal core left his body, and he fell straight to the ground without any movement.

[Return to Ruins], coupled with the active violence of the Ten Thousand God Sword, instantly drained Guan Shan of all his life force.

Guan Shan himself didn't know what the result of this attack would be.

The moment he swung his sword, he died.

His pupils were dilated, but he still maintained the posture of holding the sword and fought until the last moment.

A thin silver thread hung from the sky, gently hugged Guan Shan's body, lifted it gently, and sent it up into the air.

Yang Chao flew over quickly on a falcon, caught Guan Shan's body with one claw, and circled to avoid the long arrows.

Flying quickly towards the back.

Without Falcon's suppression, the pressure on Wang Sheng and the Qiao brothers and sisters suddenly increased.

Although the fight on their side was not as exciting as the fight between the immortals on the traveler's side, it was more dangerous.

Both sides were at level three, and no one had energy shields. Anyone who was hit by a crossbow or long arrow would be doomed.

Those long arrows with demonic power attached to them are completely different from the crossbow arrows released by the machine during training. The third level of pressure can only slightly change the direction of the long arrow shooting. If you are not careful, you will be shot in the head.

"Dang" "Dang" "Dang"

Qiao Xiaohui knocked down three long arrows again, protected her brother behind her, and shouted anxiously, "My brother's power has been exhausted. Wang Sheng, you take him and retreat to the captain's side, I will cut off the rear!"

"No, you will be dead if I leave. The captain will be here soon. If you persist..."

Before Wang Sheng finished speaking, Qiao Xiaohui was shot in the chest by a long arrow. Her whole body flew out and hit a thick tree. Her life or death was unknown.

"Fuck!" Wang Sheng roared, picked up Qiao Jiang, rushed to Qiao Xiaohui's side, took out the healing potion from his waist, and plunged it into her leg.

Wang Sheng stood in front of his two teammates, constantly waving the long knife in his hand to resist the long arrows that were continuously shot.

His movements became slower and slower, and his hands and feet seemed to be no longer his own.

Wang Sheng was exhausted from the long-term high-intensity operation of his powers.

As he swung the knife again, the familiar feeling of blow did not come.

In Wang Sheng's pupils, a long black arrow was very close...

Are you going to die...

I should...not lose face to the Wang family...

Damn it...

I also want to kill a few level 4 monsters...

After all, I still can't win against Guan Shan...

Wang Sheng did not close his eyes. A real warrior must face his own death!

Click——

At the critical moment, a long black knife came from the side and cut off the fatal arrow.

"Next, leave it to me. You can rest for a while first."

Liang Yuxin's voice was very weak. She was holding a black knife and standing side by side with Wang Sheng. Her face was frighteningly white, and even the silver thread on her head became looming.

Wang Sheng no longer had the strength to answer. He raised his long knife tremblingly and stared straight ahead.

The group of third-level demon cavalry had noticed that the captain's aura had disappeared. Seeing that they could not kill Wang Sheng in a short period of time, they stopped staying and immediately turned around and wanted to retreat to Fengdu City behind them.

But the wargs under them all seemed to have drunk fake wine, shaking their heads and spinning in circles, unable to take a single step.

"I want to run now..."

"Too late!"

Meng Tuo's figure fell from the sky. Even though he was at the end of his strength, the remaining power of the sixth-level walker was not something that the third-level demon clan could contend with.

In an instant, flesh and blood splattered.

In just a few breaths, all eight monsters and their mounts were killed by Meng Tuo, leaving no room for them to fight back.

It wasn't until the breath of the last monster disappeared completely that Meng Tuo's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.

Yang Chao's falcon slowly fell from the sky and put down Guan Shan's body. Yang Chao scanned the battlefield and rushed towards the Qiao brothers and sisters immediately.

"It's okay. Xiaohui's breast shield blocked the arrow. She must have been knocked unconscious. Qiao Jiang's power loss was very serious, but he was not fatally injured and can recover."

"I just called for backup. It should be here soon. We can return to camp soon."

"This time, we won!"

After Wang Sheng and Liang Yuxin heard Yang Chao's words, their tense nerves suddenly relaxed and they suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"Is this what death feels like..."

"Are you...going through this every day..."

Liang Yuxin's heart was beating fast, and her whole body was soaked in cold sweat. She turned her head with difficulty, glanced at Guan Shan's "corpse", and couldn't help but think in her heart.

...

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a black military vehicle drove out of the "hunting ground".

"Hiss~~"

Guan Shan took a sharp breath and jumped up from the carriage. He observed the surroundings vigilantly. He slowly felt relieved when he saw the familiar faces.

"Don't worry, everyone is fine. That group of monsters has been wiped out. We won the battle."

Meng Tuo said weakly, half leaning on the carriage.

"The last move you used was too evil. It was almost like the demon clan self-destructing..."

"No, it's much stronger than the demon clan's self-destruction."

"Can such a skill really be thought up by humans?"

Guan Shan personally checked the breath of his teammates and confirmed that everyone was fine. Then he sat down and slowly said, "Captain, if you want to learn, I will teach you later."

Meng Tuo chuckled sheepishly when his thoughts were read. As a result, the wound on his body was pulled, and he suddenly grinned.

"Then...we agreed...don't let the time come..."

"It's agreed!" Guan Shan nodded seriously.

The military vehicle slowly stopped at the foot of Dawn City. Guan Shan watched his teammates being carried away on stretchers one by one, and then he slowly let go of the big stone hanging in his heart.

"benefactor..."

A weak shout attracted Guan Shan's attention.

He looked in the direction of the sound.

A girl was holding a broken clay pot. The blood on the mouth of the pot had dried and solidified, and was covered with a layer of yellow dust.

The girl stared directly at Guan Shan and whispered, "Benefactor... thank you..."

The refugees around the girl looked at Guan Shan one after another, their eyes already blurred by tears.

For them, the cruelty of war and the hardship of life made them physically and mentally exhausted, and they almost lost the will to survive.

It was the boy in front of him and his companions who gave the refugees hope to live.

If it weren't for the young man in front of them, they would be dead now...

Died before dawn, in the last dark night.

"Benefactor...thank you."

"Benefactor...thank you."

"Benefactor...thank you."

The voices of the refugees echoed one after another, like echoes in the valley, conveying their gratitude.

Guan Shan stood there blankly, and in those grateful eyes, he seemed to see...

The thing that my desperate self wanted most...

It turned out that the child who was eager to save could already save other people without knowing it...

At this moment, he couldn't help but think...

The meaning of fighting...

...

Maybe it's more than just revenge...