Chapter 10 10, Kill them all! The frivolous young man froze, then trembled slightly, slowly turned his head, and finally saw the terrible killer clearly for the first time. It turned out to be just a boy in white clothes with a somewhat immature face, who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old! Although the boy was young, his eyes were so calm and indifferent, as if killing four people in a row was just a trivial matter to him, just stepping on four insignificant ants. Four lives seemed to not stir up a ripple in his heart. He seems to be more cruel, cold-blooded, indifferent, and vicious than the old thief Ouyang... The frivolous young man seemed to see his own fate reflected in the other's deep pupils - he would also be like those four companions, run over and trampled to death by him mercilessly and carelessly, and then they would just flick their sleeves and not even bother to comment on him. The frivolous young man's body trembled more and more violently, like a reed in the wind. His throat rolled twice, and he suddenly threw the scimitar he had carried with him all the way down the cliff. Then he fell to his knees with a thud, prostrated himself before the young man, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Please... spare my life!" Ouyang Feng quietly looked at the frivolous young man who was kneeling and begging for mercy, but his mind was a little absent-minded. This was his first time experiencing a life-and-death combat, and he took the enemy very seriously tactically, so he was unwilling to fall into siege easily. However, the previous four kills had allowed him to accumulate enough confidence and momentum, so he showed up openly at this time and faced the frivolous young man. He had intended to give the other party a chance for a fair fight, but he did not expect that the frivolous young man would be frightened by his record and momentum and simply surrender. "I have also achieved the accomplishments of the Blood Knife Ancestor, right?"
He thought to himself. The Blood Knife Ancestor did the same, using strategy and killing to make the last enemy lose his will to fight and kneel down to beg for mercy. But unlike the Blood Blade Ancestor who had exhausted his internal energy and physical strength and could only bluff, Ouyang Feng was now in perfect spirit and full of energy, at his peak. The frivolous young man ran around in panic, but Ouyang Feng, after killing the bearded man and the bald man, meditated for a while, then followed the obvious traces left by the frivolous young man and, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, leisurely took a shortcut to chase him. In his current state, the frivolous young man had consumed most of his physical strength and skills in his desperate run. Even if he mustered up the courage to fight him, he would only die. But want to surrender... Ouyang Feng looked at the frivolous young man and shook his head: "You have a grudge against my family, and you once threatened to mobilize the caravan to besiege White Camel Villa. I don't believe you will really surrender, so you must die. However, I can give you a fair chance to fight." "you……" The frivolous young man suddenly raised his head and said unwillingly: "I swear to heaven that I will let go of my hatred, stay away from the Western Regions, and never enter White Camel Mountain for the rest of my life..." Ouyang Feng shook his head: "I don't believe in my enemy's oath either." The frivolous young man growled: "Do you really want to kill everyone?" Ouyang Feng nodded seriously: "really." The frivolous young man was completely desperate. He stared at Ouyang Feng with red eyes and roared with gnashed teeth: "I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!" After saying that, he suddenly stood up, turned around and ran towards the cliff, then jumped off resolutely... Ouyang Feng was speechless. After a moment of silence, he slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, and with all his eyesight, he looked at the broken debris and splattered blood in the pile of rocks at the foot of the cliff, with a speechless face: "I would rather jump off a cliff than fight to the death... Am I that scary?"
…… At night, at White Camel Villa, Ouyang Feng sat at his desk, flipping through a book with yellowed paper, many tattered and damaged pages, and traces of paper pasting, in the bright candlelight of nine candles on the candlestick. This book was searched out from the middle-aged man in black robe. After killing the five "Avengers" today, he cleaned up the battlefield carefully. He did not find any loot worth mentioning from the other people, but he found two books on the middle-aged man in black robe. One is a handwritten booklet, written by the middle-aged man in black robe, which contains his insights, experiences and lessons learned from practicing poison skills. The other book was the one Ouyang Feng was reading right now, a tattered volume called "Star Poison Sutra". "The Star Constellation Poison Scripture... Could it be the inheritance of the old monster Ding Chunqiu? Speaking of which, Ding Chunqiu did indeed found a school of his own in the Star Constellation Sea of the Western Regions. After old monster Ding was captured and imprisoned, his disciples were not all killed..." Ouyang Feng seemed to be thinking about something. Judging from the old and tattered state of this "Star Poison Sutra", it is obvious that it has been around for many years. The middle-aged man in black robe didn't know where he found this incomplete volume of the Poison Sutra, and he tried to practice it on his own. Although he made some progress, he ended up with disabled legs and difficulty walking. "Speaking of which... the source of the poison technique of 'West Poison', could it be this Star Poison Scripture?" Now Ouyang Feng is not interested in poison techniques, nor does he want to be nicknamed "West Poison". But he still decided to study this incomplete copy of "Star Poison Sutra" and the notes of the middle-aged man in black robe. He didn't want to learn how to use poison, he just wanted to study how to "identify and avoid poison." When traveling in the world, even if you don't want to harm others with poison, you must be on guard against being poisoned by others. "I'm going to meet Lianxing tonight, so I can do research with her. There are many strange and ultimate poisons in the Ancient Dragon World that are hard to guard against. There are also many strange poisons in the world of the two heroes. As a top sect, Yihua Palace should have a lot of experience in how to identify and prevent poisons, even if they don't use poisons themselves..." The illusion in the mirror cannot be brought into reality. But as the owner of the mirror, Ouyang Feng can use the "Tongtian Baojian" to copy the existing martial arts secrets and various calligraphy and painting classics and store them in the treasure mirror. In fact, there is already a "library" in the illusion in the mirror. It contains all the martial arts that Ouyang Feng has learned, as well as the various books collected in Baituo Mountain that he has copied over the past three months. There are even geographical atlases of the Western Regions, a guide to survival in the desert, tips on horse judging and training, and the essentials of horse riding and archery, all written by the old owner of the manor himself, Ouyang. In the past, Ouyang Feng was only obsessed with martial arts and had little interest in books and articles. He was too lazy to even read the various experiences summarized by his old father throughout his life. But now, Ouyang Feng, in addition to being equally obsessed with martial arts, also attaches great importance to various kinds of knowledge. In the past three months, he has read through all the books in the White Camel Villa, and made rubbings of them in the Treasure Mirror, which he often reads in his spare time. He believes that knowledge is power. Even in the world of martial arts or even gods, monsters, and demons, knowledge is still power. Just like Huang Shang, the reason why he was able to create the "Nine Yin Scriptures" was because he read tens of thousands of volumes of Taoist scriptures that seemed to have nothing to do with martial arts. Ouyang Feng copied the Star Poison Sutra and his notes into the Tongtian Treasure Mirror and stored them in the Fantasy Library. While meditating, he waited silently. When he sensed that Lian Xing had entered the illusion in the mirror, he also had a thought and projected his thoughts into the illusion.
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