The matter was even more troublesome than what the prairie warrior reported.
Others may not have realized it yet, but He Xiqing knew that the family ax held by his own brother had at least a hundred human lives on it.
With such abundant blood and evil energy, except for a hero like his brother who was sharpened with him in the cold wind of Mobei, whoever holds this weapon will lose his mind and become a crazy demon who only knows killing. .
However, the problem lies here.
The blood evil has entered the brain and turned into a crazy demon. Naturally, it is impossible to go crazy again because of the accumulation of blood evil.
In other words, the more people the demon kills at the moment, the stronger he will become.
But now, that demon has killed fifteen people in a row.
"Why at this time..."
He Xiqing felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"We must deal with that monster as quickly as possible."
And after He Xiqing rode out, the tragic scene that appeared in front of him was indeed far beyond the number reported by the grassland warrior.
Corpses, corpses were everywhere on the streets. The prairie warriors who had been wreaking havoc on the streets were now broken into pieces, mixed with the massacred townspeople.
"...Wait? This is not the mark of an axe!"
Just raising his eyes and glancing at the corpse in the distance, He Xiqing frowned.
It was the body of a prairie rider. Judging from the fallen posture, he should have wanted to use a lance to charge - but he had some kind of long blade, which blocked the tip of the lance at a considerable distance.
Immediately afterwards, as the bodies intertwined, the head of the war horse and the upper body of the rider were sliced off diagonally by the sharp blade.
He Xiqing understands that family heirloom ax very well.
An ax simply cannot make such a cut.
"Isn't it just an ax..."
The ominous feeling in He Xiqing's heart became stronger and stronger.
The further the horse moved forward, the more He Xiqing frowned, because there were other different wounds on the corpses of the prairie soldiers on the ground.
Some of them looked like they had been cut open with a sharp blade, and the cuts were smooth and flat, and some looked like they had been stabbed with random knives, and the whole thing was torn into pieces of minced meat. Some people seemed to have been thrown to the ground, their internal organs shattered to pieces, while others simply had their heads and helmets smashed into their chests.
But what caught He Xiqing's attention the most were the burn marks on the corpses.
This was not like ordinary fire, he smelled something familiar.
This made He Xiqing secretly hold the handle of the saber at his waist.
"Could it be that the monster has already reached this point?"
He Xiqing's face became increasingly ugly.
As we all know, if you kill too much with a sword, you will inevitably get blood into the body, gradually go crazy, and become inhuman - but few people know that among these inhumans, there are also differences between superior and inferior.
He Xiqing, who had accumulated a large amount of blood evil through conscious killing, had already entered that level.
That's why he has an even bigger headache now.
Only he, and only him, can compete with monsters of that level. As for the soldiers who have also been penetrated by the blood evil... In front of the monsters that have entered the next stage, they are just ordinary blood evil. It's so deep into the body that it can't even last a round.
Just like Liu Yanran, the commander-in-chief of Jizhou's army, faced his sword.
This is a qualitative gap, an absolute gap.
But now, that monster has mastered similar power and has entered a level similar to him.
"It might be a little troublesome to kill..."
He Xiqing continued to ride forward.
It was at this time that he finally saw the familiar, family-herited axe.
With a shrill roar, the ancient ax split open the head of a prairie warrior, including his helmet. Then a five-foot-long knife was pulled out diagonally, cutting another man open at an incredible angle and distance. The body of a prairie soldier.
More grassland warriors surrounded them. Their eyes had already been scarlet as the blood poison entered their bodies, and they became bloodthirsty demons who only knew how to kill people. However, a blazing fire blocked their way. At the moment when these soldiers hesitated, a figure rushed out from the fire, and in an instant, the leading soldiers were smashed into sieves.
Until now, no one could even see clearly how the figure drew the knife.
Except for He Xiqing who came from afar.
"Everyone, stand down! You are no match for him!"
With just one glance, He Xiqing had confirmed it.
It is this person, and it will only be this person.
The murderer who killed his brother was the man in front of him!
"Everyone, stand down! I will kill him with my own hands!"
After hearing He Xiqing's order, the grassland soldiers gritted their teeth and stepped aside even though their eyes were red from the killing.
As He Xiqing's direct subordinate, He Xiqing is their god.
"So it was you who killed me... huh?"
He Xiqing, who had turned over and dismounted, had just drawn his sword out of its sheath when his brows suddenly furrowed.
I saw that it was not just the prairie soldiers who retreated in front of me.
Even the figure carrying the big ax sheathed the weapon and retreated into the distance.
"Varied……"
He Xiqing didn't even have time to say anything, but the murderer who killed his brother had already got on his horse and ran away into the distance.
"Brother is so majestic!"
"Amazing! As expected of a big brother!"
"It was just a look that scared away the monster! It takes a big brother to do that!"
Seeing that the murderers who had killed so many people just now were running away in a hurry, the grassland soldiers couldn't help praising He Xiqing's bravery even though they were red-eyed.
It's just a look that can defeat the enemy. Who else can do it except the powerful He Xiqing?
"No...no!"
After coming back to his senses, He Xiqing instantly got on his horse.
"Chase! Chase quickly! We must not let him escape! He is a normal person! He is not crazy at all!"
"this……"
Although they didn't quite understand why the elder brother suddenly became anxious, a group of grassland warriors still obeyed He Xiqing's order, found their horses, and chased him all the way.
But after wasting this long time, how could they catch up with the galloping figure in the distance.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Murshu, who was nine feet tall and as tall as an iron tower, also rushed over on horseback, accompanying He Xiqing.
"If we can't catch up today, then forget it. After all, the soldiers are a little tired after killing for a day... Anyway, the murderer's heels are in Yangjiapu. No matter how hard he runs, he can't escape from us. Chase..."
"You said the opposite, Murshu."
He Xiqing's face was ashen.
"We are not chasing him now, he is chasing you."
Looking at the crimson figure of the horse in the distance who was far away but refused to leave for a long time, He Xiqing tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
"The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear... Do you still remember how we attacked the Jizhou Governor's Mansion?"
"He's using my fighting style, and he's going to eat you first."
