What does it matter to me whether they live or die?"

The young man glanced disdainfully at the heavily armored border general beside him.

If it weren't for the order of the sect, they wouldn't have let go of the immortal cave mansion and came here to deal with these ordinary people.

For Tang Ming, he was only interested, and as for the life or death of the three thousand defenders, he really didn't care about it.

Wu Lan listened to the disdainful words from the young man next to him, and couldn't help but clench the scimitar in his hand.

However, in the next moment, a cold light instantly appeared on his neck, and the small flying sword that flashed with spiritual light was against his throat.

"Immortal Chief, this is ......"

Wu Lan slowly let go of the hand that held the handle of the knife, and fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Put away your little bit of caution, otherwise, the title of the general of Yanziling Pass will definitely not be able to save your life!"

The young man sneered, and the small flying sword flew back into the big sleeve of his white robe in the blink of an eye, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down Wu Lan's neck.

"The young general should be damned, please ask the immortal chief to be merciful!"

Wu Lan touched the blood oozing from his neck, then fell to his knees and pleaded with the young man.

"Perhaps, I've been here in Swallow Ridge for some time, and I'm just going to meet the people of this Xuanyuan Dynasty for a while!"

The young man shook his sleeves and stepped out of the pass in one step, like climbing a ladder, and walked down the Yanziling Pass step by step.

Tang Ming's back was to Yanziling, and the dragon scale knife in his hand flashed from time to time.

Whoosh......

Two crossbow arrows flew past his earlobes, followed by Zhang Chongshan's unique loud voice.

"Head, beware, another one down!"

Zhang Chongshan, who was less than ten steps away, held a crossbow in his hand and aimed it at Tang Ming's back.

"I can't help myself!"

A contemptuous voice came from behind Tang Ming, Zhang Chongshan saw it clearly, the crossbow arrow exploded violently the moment before it touched the young man, turning into powder.

"Cultivator?"

Tang Ming turned around and widened his eyes, but there was no horror in his eyes as Chu Liuyun expected, but with a hint of surprise.

"One Qi Sword Sect?"

Tang Ming turned around and ignored the Nan Mang soldiers behind him.

And when a warrior raised his scimitar and wanted to attack Tang Ming, who was facing away from him, a narrow dragon scale knife instantly pierced his chest.

"Who are you, and how do you know where I came from?"

Chu Liuyun frowned, this guy seemed to know that he was a disciple of the One Qi Sword Sect, and judging from his expression, it seemed that he had a good relationship with the sect.

"Okay, good, I'm still a master of the personal Xuan realm, haha!"

Tang Ming didn't answer Chu Liuyun's words, but after taking a closer look at Chu Liuyun, he let out a wild laugh.

Xiao Ran and Zhang Chongshan, who saw this scene, were nervous at the same time, and then somehow, they remembered the scene they saw on the Hulukou Pass before.

Sure enough, just before the two of them could withdraw their thoughts, Tang Ming had already jumped high, holding the dragon scale knife in his right hand and his left hand on the handle of the suffix.

A cold light came into the air, Chu Liuyun's face changed suddenly, and then he easily dodged the knife that was like a bamboo.

"Presumptuous, I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect, you are a martial artist, and you dare to make a move on me?!"

Although Chu Liuyun was angry, it was more incredible, he couldn't understand how an ordinary martial artist without the slightest fluctuation of aura dared to take the lead in attacking himself.

"Nonsense, uncle is here for you, look at the knife!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Tang Ming's mouth, and then he picked up the long knife with one hand, and his body leaned over suddenly.

Chu Liuyun was furious, ignoring the long knife that Tang Ming had swept over, and with a wave of his big sleeve, two spiritual lights suddenly rose between Tang Ming and him.

The sword light was shocking, and a dull thunder sounded on the battlefield where the sound of the battle was already shaking.

After a knife, without waiting for Chu Liuyun to react, Tang Ming turned his backhand to the right, and stood up with both hands holding the knife, and after passing the two spiritual lights, he approached Chu Liuyun.

"Humph!"

Chu Liuyun snorted coldly, his body did not move at all, and he still stretched out his right hand sleeve, and between the flow of essence, he was about to shatter Tang Ming's knife strength and this guy's right arm in front of him.

But he didn't want to, the moment the long knife handed out by Tang Ming came into contact with the spiritual light, his wrist turned suddenly, his right hand turned to release the hilt, and his left hand slammed into the hilt with a palm.

The dragon scale blade body was like a swift wind, and the surrounding sword strength was attached to it, instantly swinging away the aura sword qi that Chu Liuyun was proud of.

The long knife castrated unabated, and the furious energy swept Chu Liuyun's wide sleeves in.

Dead.

There was a dead silence on the originally noisy battlefield.

Tang Ming stretched out his hand, and Zhang Chongshan threw out the 100-refining steel knife in his hand violently, and it fell steadily into Tang Ming's hand.

And Chu Liuyun, who was not far away, looked at the sleeves that were crushed by Tang Ming's knife qi with an incredulous expression.

A cultivator who didn't have a trace of spiritual energy on his body could actually destroy the clothes of a cultivator in his Xuan Realm?

And only Chu Liuyun himself knew that if he hadn't stopped it fast enough just now, it might not just be the sleeves of this White Moon Robe that would have been shattered.

Chu Liuyun finally put away his contempt, the white-haired man in front of him was beyond his knowledge of ordinary martial artists.

With a slight wave of one hand, two spiritual swords overflowing with spiritual energy suddenly appeared in his hands.

The sword on the spirit sword was uncertain, Chu Liuyun squinted his eyes slightly, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed wildly at this moment.

"Hehe, that's kind of interesting!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Tang Ming's mouth, and then he put the Hundred Refining Steel Knife on the left side of his body, took a step out with his front foot, and pressed his right hand firmly on the hilt.

", withdraw!

Seeing Tang Ming step out and make a gesture of drawing a knife, Zhang Chongshan and Xiao Ran scolded secretly at the same time, and then retreated frantically into the distance.

The other dragon scale iron riders on the battlefield were a little unclear, but when they heard Xiao Ran's greeting, they still withdrew from the battlefield as soon as possible.

And the warriors of Yanziling were different, they all looked at the dragon scale iron rider who retreated sharply with a blank face, and then looked at the two people facing each other on the battlefield for unknown reasons.

"You are proud to destroy my white moon robe with the body of an ordinary man!"

The two swords flowed around his body, and Chu Liuyun slowly stretched out his right hand and said softly.

On the right hand, the seal flew over, and the two spirit swords were also like dragons out of the water, mixed with violent spiritual energy, and attacked and killed Tang Ming.

"One sword, break the mind!"

Tang Ming lowered his head, no one could see his expression clearly at the moment, but his voice was like a Nine Shadows Rakshasa that gave people a feeling of palpitations.

The steel knife was unsheathed for three or seven inches, and endless blades were wantonly vented from Tang Ming's waist.

Between the fusion of spirit swords, it slammed into the sword qi that swept around Tang Ming's body.

Thundered......

There seemed to be a thunderclap in the heavens and the earth, and its sound even drowned out the roaring hooves of horses.

In front of Swallow Ridge, the yellow sand is all over the sky.

Xiao Qingling, who was in the distance, clenched the reins of the horse in his hand and looked nervously at the city head that was filled with smoke and dust not far away.

Under the Yanziling Pass, there was no other sound except for a roar from time to time.

A moment later, a figure emerged from the dust.

After seeing the eye-catching white hair, Xiao Qingling slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for Zhang Chongshan and Xiao Ran, everyone else was a little confused, it was not uncommon for the two armies to fight and catch the right generals, but it was not so weird.

"Let's go, cross the Yanling Pass!"

Tang Ming walked in front of Xiao Qingling, turned on his horse, and slowly walked towards the Yanziling Pass with a confused dragon scale iron horse.

The dust eventually cleared.

When the 800 people saw the scattered dust and appear in front of them, they couldn't help but gasp.

In front of the empty pass gate, the more than 2,000 pass guards have been shattered, and even the war horses have not escaped their doom.

Chu Liuyun was still standing in his original position, but above his neck, the head with eyes above the top had long been missing.

"Oh my mother, is this still human?"

Zhang Chongshan looked at the Nanmang soldiers who were still standing in place like sculptures, but they were already lifeless, and exclaimed.

Tang Ming turned his head and glanced at Zhang Chongshan lightly.

Zhang Chongshan shrunk his neck, and then followed behind Tang Ming without saying a word, but when he looked at Tang Ming again, his eyes were full of fanaticism.

Eight hundred people quietly passed the Yanziling Pass, and after leaving here, it was almost a flat river to the northern foothills.

According to their speed, one person and three horses, back and forth, it will not take more than a day to rush to the front line.

......

At the same time, in the mountains and forests at the northern foothills, Han Daxiong limped through the mountains and forests, and from time to time he turned around and slashed out one or two swords.

And behind him, three or four sect disciples with a body like a spirit fox were in hot pursuit.

Although Han Daxiong seemed to have a lot of weight on his hands, he skillfully opened a small distance from those sect disciples.

"Thief stop, I have to peel you and cramp you today!"

Behind Han Daxiong, several sect disciples shouted angrily.

Chasing them all the way from Chongling Fortress to here, it's not that they haven't thought about giving up halfway, but every time they turn around, that guy will stick it up like a dog skin plaster, and they really don't get tired of it.

"Hehe, don't just talk about it, you have to grab grandpa in advance!"

Han Daxiong turned his head and raised a middle finger at those sect disciples who were learning from Tang Ming.

Although those sect disciples didn't know what this gesture meant, they knew that it was not a good thing just by looking at Han Daxiong's contemptuous eyes.

"If you offend me in the Sword Sect, I want to see where you can escape to this world!"

The sect disciples behind him flew by, and a fierce sword qi attacked towards Han Daxiong.

At the moment when the sword qi came to his body, Han Daxiong skillfully turned around, and the sharp sword qi instantly cut off a towering ancient tree beside him.

"One Qi Sword Sect, what kind of thing, you will be stumbled when washing the uncle's feet!"

Han Daxiong said as he swept into the distance.

And at this time, an inconspicuous birdsong came from the dense woods, and Han Daxiong's eyes suddenly lit up.

The heavy sword in his right hand drew a semicircle in place, and then stood in front of the sect disciple.

"Hehe, you're running!"

Several sect disciples completely surrounded Han Daxiong on all sides, and said with a teasing expression.

"Forget it, just a few pieces of bad material for you, the feng shui in this place is okay!"

Han Daxiong flipped the heavy sword in his hand, and said lazily staring at those sect disciples.

The legs and feet, which were originally slightly lame, seem to have returned to normal at this moment.

In the dense forest, the thick sword qi gradually began to permeate, and those sect disciples were destined not to know that the moment Han Daxiong's heavy sword turned around, the treetops of this dense forest bent down suddenly.