Mo Sword Soldier, a unique class of troops in the Dragon Empire. The Mo knife in the hand, the thousand-year-old cold iron of the Yangshan Mountain has been forged eighteen times, the blade is double-sided, the knife is nine feet long, and weighs one hundred and thirty-seven pounds, it is the nemesis of the Shanrong cavalry, the high-headed horse of the ordinary Zhanger, and the charge is almost invincible, but when it encounters the Mo knife soldiers, there is only the share of being beheaded.

In order to fight against the cavalry of Shanrong, in addition to the sharp and heavy Mo knife in their hands, the armor on their bodies is not light, weighing seventy-one catties, and the material is also produced in Suyang Mountain, which has excellent toughness and is the best material for making armor.

To hold such a heavy knife and wear such heavy armor, the Mo knife soldiers are destined to only hold on, and it is difficult to maneuver for long distances, but today Chu Huaichuan's two hundred Mo knife soldiers not only moved, but the distance was not close, it can be seen that these Mo knife soldiers are not ordinary soldiers.

Two hundred such Mo sword soldiers rushed to the movement, and the two teenagers standing in front of the mountain gate turned their heads to look at the old monk who was sweeping the floor inside.

The younger boy turned around and drew his sword, the pitch-black long sword was horizontal in front of his chest, and he stared nervously at the two hundred Mo sword soldiers who were booming.

Mo Dao soldiers started charging again this time, Chu Huaichuan had already made up his mind that no matter what obstacles in front of him, he would not stop again, he was just a soldier, those pros and cons, right and wrong, were not things that he should consider, as long as he carried out the general's military orders.

Seeing that the black torrent was getting closer and closer to the mountain gate, the young man stood there in a daze, as if he had forgotten to dodge because he had been photographed by the might of the Mo Sword Soldiers.

Wang Zhisheng saw the young man, although he didn't know what the identity of the young man was, but looking at the clothes and the long sword in his hand, he was obviously not a child of an ordinary family, if he was swept away by the Mo sword soldiers, where would he still have his life?

After following Chu Huaichuan for many years, Wang Zhisheng knew that the adult had already moved to kill, even if it was the king of heaven standing in front of him today, he didn't want the adult to change his mind.

"Boy, if you don't come early, if you don't come late, you want to visit some temple at this time, and now you can only ask for more blessings. Wang Zhisheng sighed in his heart, clenched the Mo knife in his hand, and his eyes became cold.

Boom, the forward fifty Mo sword soldiers are getting closer and closer to the mountain gate.

Jun Buqi was not nervous at all, I don't know why, he hated it, as if he was facing enemies who he didn't share. As soon as he realized the "sunrise in the east", these guys were sent to the door, Jun Buqi's eyes were getting darker and darker, and the pitch-black long sword in his hand kept shaking, as if he was full of anticipation for the upcoming feast of flesh and blood.

The old monk in the mountain gate seemed to see that something was wrong, and hurriedly walked out and stopped in front of Jun Buqi, with white hair and gray clothes, and his face was full of compassion.

Wang Zhisheng, who was running at the front, never thought that the old monk would come out, but it was okay, the old monk was unarmed, and he just went around and entered the temple directly, and the adults would not blame themselves.

It's just that what Wang Zhisheng didn't expect even more was that no matter how he changed his direction, the old monk was like an enemy with an iron heart, and always appeared in front of Wang Zhisheng.

The reason why the Modao Army is so powerful is because of this heavily armored long knife, which hits up, and with speed, ordinary military horses are difficult to stop, but if there is no speed, the attack power will be greatly reduced. If the old monk is forced to stop, the rear army will not have time to react, and the front and rear armies will crowd each other and even trample on each other, and then the formation will be in chaos, where will there be any combat effectiveness at all? If the old monk and the young man are both enemies pretending to be enemies, I am afraid that these brothers will have to confess here before they have entered the temple.

The Mo Dao Army are all battle-hardened Predators, they only know how to obey orders, and they don't think about what is good or evil, right or wrong, and when they saw their own leaders raise their long knives, they silently raised their knives and killed them one by one.

Poof—, at the moment when the old monk's head flew up, Wang Zhisheng regretted it a little, he didn't expect the old monk to have no resistance, it seems that he thought too much, this ancient temple is just an ordinary temple, and there is no enemy to hide, as soon as the battle spirit in his heart is vented, his steps are not as resolute as Fang Cai, and he inadvertently slowed down.

The head of the old monk flew up in front of Jun Buqi's eyes, but in Jun Buqi's eyes, it was not the head of the old monk, it was clearly Xiaolian, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and nostalgia. fate

Wang Zhisheng's feet were only slowed down, and he heard an angry roar in his ears, a round of black sun rising in front of him, countless rays of light sprinkled all over the earth, just like a new sun in the morning, but this round of the sun brought not hope but fear and killing to the world.

The two Mo sword soldiers also slowed down before they stepped over the old monk's body and shot a black sword in front of them. These Mo sword soldiers are used to fighting and life and death on the battlefield, and their reaction to danger is much faster than ordinary people, and they almost saw the sword in their eyes, and the Mo knife in their hands was waved.

It was as if a needle had penetrated the cloth, and the sharp and heavy Mo knife was actually pierced by that wisp of sword light, and it was shooting on the heavy armor of the Mo sword soldier.

Fortunately, this time the sword did not penetrate, and the two Mo sword soldiers were also shocked into a cold sweat, they had never seen anything that could pierce the heavy Mo knife, which was a bit beyond their imagination, and they couldn't help but feel a slap.

But they forgot that since they had moved and killed people, this was a battlefield, and there was only a wisp of the sword that killed them. Soon, they paid the price for their negligence, and another wisp of sword flashed by, this time piercing through the heavy armor on their bodies, and shot at the long knives of the Mo sword soldiers behind them, making a clanging sound.

Seeing the two comrades fall, whether it was Wang Zhisheng or the other Mo sword soldiers, their eyes became blood-red, and they no longer had a trace of pity and hesitation, one by one gritted their teeth and charged desperately with their knives.

Although Jun Buqi has practiced "Sunrise in the East", he has no fear of danger in his heart, but since he was a child, he has not experienced a few real life-and-death battles, and now two hundred Mo sword soldiers are playing together, where can he resist it? Barely killed a dozen soldiers, and he hung up the color, which was a Mo knife from the shoulder to the waist, if it wasn't for the good foundation played in Jianfeng since childhood, let it go at the critical moment, I am afraid that this knife will cut him in half.

Even if he was injured like this, Jun Buqi still didn't know how to be afraid, and he was about to rush forward with a long sword, but he was stunned by the young man with a purple long sword and dragged into the temple.

Chu Huaichuan successfully occupied the Shuangta Temple, this temple gave him a very strange feeling, the Buddha statue in the middle hall did not know what was destroyed, only the four statues of the Heavenly King on both sides were still standing there, but the feet of two of them were empty, and the little ghost who was originally stepping on the feet did not know where to go.

The Garan Hall on the side of the square is even more strange, Chu Huaichuan has never seen such a temple in the Garan Hall where so many gods will be enshrined, a rough count, there are more than sixty, these statues are lifelike, but none of them can be named, especially one of them seems to blink at himself, but when he looks at it again, he stands there motionless, and there is nothing abnormal.

Shaking his head, Chu Huaichuan decided not to think about it anymore, there was still a tricky matter in front of him that he needed to deal with.

Looking at the young man standing in front of the handsome desk and dozens of monks, Chu Huaichuan felt that his head was swollen and painful. He didn't expect that these two teenagers were not only from Jian Feng, but the one who was injured was one of the eight swords of Jian Feng, the son of Jun Wuyi, the peak lord of Iron Sword Peak, and now things are a little troublesome, although he is acting on military orders, but where is Jian Feng? That Jun Wuyi is even more famous for protecting cubs, and the relationship between the court and the sect has been even more delicate over the years, and this matter is not handled well, if Jian Feng is involved, I am afraid that it will affect the battle situation.

Thinking clearly enough, but Chu Huaichuan has been in the army all the year round, and it is unambiguous to say that he is fighting, but if he is asked to face these intertwined relationships, his brain will be a little insufficient, and he will sit there for a long time, and he will not come up with a reason.

"This general, I don't know what crime Uncle Shi has committed when he is empty? I also ask the general to show me, the poor monk can also arrange the funeral of Uncle Shi, I want Uncle Shi to worship Buddha all his life, and there is no quarrel with the world. A middle-aged monk in a big red robe folded his hands and a sad face looked like the abbot of the temple.

"This master," Chu Huaichuan knew that he was at a loss, if he found traces of the enemy in the temple, it would be fine, but he turned the entire temple upside down and didn't find half of the enemy, which made Chu Huaichuan very difficult, and thought for a while, no matter what, before the general arrived, he must control the situation, and he must not let these people affect the battle situation. As for the rest, Chu Huaichuan can't care a lot, I hope they get to know each other better, don't make it difficult for themselves, "The master is gone, and the general is also very sad, but it's just the reason, the matter is confidential, and I can't say that I know it with the master for the time being." As for the aftermath of the empty master, I am afraid that it will not be able to be handled in the next few days, and I hope that the master will restrain the monks in the temple, and when this is over, the master will definitely give an explanation. ”

Although Chu Huaichuan tried his best to ease his tone, the dozens of monks in the hall still changed their faces, some of them were timid and only knew how to hang their heads and sobbed in a low voice, but there were also those who were bold enough to rush to the mountain to find Chu Huaichuan's theory, everyone was gossiping, and the originally quiet hall became noisy.

Several Mo knife soldiers standing in front of the handsome case saw that a monk was about to come towards the captain, and they all took a step forward, and the sharp Mo knife pointed straight ahead, obviously if it was wrong, they were going to do it.

Chu Huaichuan didn't speak, he didn't have anything to say, although he was at a loss, but if these monks really made trouble here, he had no choice but to let this ancient temple be stained with a few more bloods, no matter what, the general ordered himself to occupy this temple today, then he must do it.