"Mr. Lu, you might as well think about it again, you have to think carefully about life and death. ”

The woman on the horse had a flattering voice, and there was a strong temptation in her words: "Of course, if Mr. Lu can return to my Darong Kingdom, I can not only ask Your Majesty for mercy, but also not blame the previous things, Mr. Lu can also enter my Rongguo Temple, and it is not impossible to rank among the third dukes, how about it?"

Lu Wu's heart is bright, although the number of cavalry on the mountain beam on the left is small, but it is the most elite Xuanjia dead soldiers in the Rong country, all of them can be a hundred, and they are not afraid of death, more than 500 homeless people in the valley, although the number is ten times more than the other party, but in front of this group of tigers and wolves, it can only be a lamb to be slaughtered, when to go to the chopping board, it also depends on the appetite of the other party.

It can be said that his Lu Wu's words decided the life and death of the more than 500 homeless people behind him, whether to live in humiliation or to die generously, it has been difficult for many people since ancient times to decide.

There is a saying that it is easy to decide the life and death of one person, but it is difficult to decide the life and death of others.

However, for Lu Wu, this is a question that does not need to be considered, in the face of right and wrong, there is no grievance and revenge, and the people of the Mo family have always been: righteousness is the trend, and death does not spin.

Lu Wu put one hand behind him, and said with the other: "Concubine Yan's status in the Rong country is respectful, I think the Yin and Yang family has already chosen the Rong country, since this is the case, why covet my Mo family again." ”

"To win the world, there should be tolerance. ”

When Concubine Yan said this, she restrained the charm on her body, and the colorful cloud clothes on her body floated without wind, and she actually gave birth to a Ling Ran aura.

Lu Wu stretched out his hand to block Lu Qingxin's body, this time even Jiang Wenyu was included, he shook his head and said: "Although Concubine Yan is a woman, she has a good mind, but I am afraid that Rong Guo's mind may not be as good as Concubine Yan, and she can't tolerate so much, and you must know the fate of the snake swallowing the elephant." ”

Everyone present obviously felt the anger of the woman on the horse, but the tone of listening to her was still not impatient, and politely: "Mr. Lu is too worried, since my Rong country can go south from the desert, enter the customs, and enter the Central Plains, there will definitely be a large amount of mind that can accommodate the world." ”

Lu Wu looked up at the sky, then shook his head and smiled: "Concubine Yan, don't bully me, an old man, for what you have done after the Rong Kingdom entered Xijing, although the old man has been wandering in the wilderness, he has also heard some things, what he heard and what he saw, which is very different from what Concubine Yan said." ”

The woman on the horse seemed to have finally lost the last bit of patience to talk about persuasion, and with a gesture of her hand, the cavalry on the ridge on the left began to move.

"Since Mr. Lu insists on going his own way, it is no wonder that the slave family is ruthless. ”

The ranks of the displaced people in the valley also began to stir, looking at the slowing down group of Xuanjia cavalry, everyone had a frightened expression on their faces, and a young mother held a five or six-year-old child tightly in her arms, and her eyes were dead.

Jiang Wenyu was in front of Lu Qingxin, blocking Lu Qingxin's side, and he didn't forget to turn around and remind: "Miss Lu, I will protect you thoroughly." ”

"No!" Lu Qingxin said coldly.

At this time, her attention was not on the cavalry slowing down from the mountain beam, nor on the white-horse woman three feet away, but on the direction of the road.

For that person, there is only one side, in her Lu Qingxin's heart, there is no affection at all, and after listening to her father's words, she also has some disgust for that person.

But the righteousness between the Xuanyuan family and the Lu family is still there, if she dies here today, she has not violated the righteousness between the two families, and finally did not disgrace the Lu family.

What she misses in her heart is the way of life that her father taught her.

The small righteousness does not live up to it, and the great righteousness does not turn around.

Concubine Yan on the white horse didn't seem to plan to do it herself, and she had enough confidence in the team of Xuanjia dead soldiers with only fifty horses.

Sure enough, when the fifty horsemen of the Xuanjia Dead Warrior were halfway down the horse, they suddenly launched, and the neighing of the war horses that resounded through the valley penetrated into the ears of the homeless people like the sound of a life-urging talisman.

The fifty horsemen of the Mobei Dragon Horse instantly changed into a team, forming a sharp spear and plunging into the middle of the homeless team.

In the face of the overwhelming momentum of the cavalry cavalry, those homeless people with swords in their hands did not retreat half a minute, but puffed up their chests, clenched the swords in their hands, and stared at the rapidly approaching cavalry horses with a pair of eyes.

The tattered clothes on their bodies did not match the spirit on their faces at all.

In the ensuing confrontation, there was almost no clash of swords, only the sound of horses' hooves and screams, and the sharp spears of the Xuanjia dead pierced the ranks of the homeless in the blink of an eye, leaving corpses and blood stained with the sand.

Fifty horses have not lost a single horse, and the huge disparity in strength has been predictable.

The wide valley floor provided space for this cavalry to gallop vertically and horizontally, and they did not stop after turning their horses, and once again rushed towards the ranks of the homeless, carrying the bloody and murderous cavalry and horses, and the first wave of charging and killing was even more vigorous.

The valley roared, and the sword light was cold.

The armor-piercing knife in the hand of the Xuanjia dead soldier drew a crisp and neat straight line, whether it was the young and strong among the homeless people, or the old and weak women and children, all under the straight line of Dao Senhan, the flesh and blood were flying, and the soul returned to the netherworld, and the valley was silent for I don't know how many years, and it became a miserable slaughterhouse.

Concubine Yan on the white horse dragon horse, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, stared at Lu Wu in the twilight, wanting to read some information from his face, but the old face with the old ravines was like a piece of dead wood bark, and he couldn't see the slightest expression, as if he was just an outsider who traveled through time and watched the cangtian of Songhai, and the killing behind him had nothing to do with him.

Concubine Yan snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "The Mo family is dead, and it really deserves its reputation. ”

I don't know if it's Lu Wu, or the group of young and strong homeless people with swords in their hands.

Just when the second wave of the Xuanjia dead soldiers of Rong Guo hit the end, just when the qi was declining, Lu Qing beside Lu Wu was moved, and after her short sword was given to Zhao Yi, it had been replaced by an ordinary stainless steel long sword in her hand.

Jiang Wenyu followed closely with the knife, one person's figure was erratic, one person was galloping like thunder, and the two momentums of one soft and one rigid were unexpectedly coordinated.

They aimed at the middle of the cavalry's spears, and their tactics were the same as those of the Dead.

And at this time, Concubine Rong Guoyan on the white horse dragon horse, the graceful figure suddenly flew off the horse's back, rising into the air, and the colorful cloud clothes floated without wind, like a fairy who resisted the wind.

She crossed her hands in front of her chest, making a strange trick, and there was a faint flash of five-colored light between her fingertips, and the red lips covered under the light veil were lightly opened, and a series of strange sounds sounded in the valley, and the homeless people in the valley raised their heads, gradually attracted by the graceful figures in the air and the strange sounds.

After only a moment, the eyes of those homeless people became demented, and their faces showed blank expressions, and the hand of the young and strong homeless people holding the sword slowly drooped, and the momentum of the dead soldiers who swore to die disappeared from their bodies.

Lu Qingxin and Jiang Wenyu, who were killing the Xuanjia dead soldiers of the Rong Kingdom, were also affected by this demonic sound, and their galloping figures suddenly stopped, like a bird that was flying fast suddenly broke its wings.

At the moment before they fell, a figure quickly passed by the two of them, carrying one in one hand, and rushed back into the pile of displaced people.

After putting down Lu and Jiang, Lu Wu reached out and took out an object from his arms, it was a dark black quaint wooden box, Lu Wu held the wooden box in his left hand, secretly lucked the vitality of the saint, and pointed at a cluster of lines on the surface of the wooden box with his right hand, only to hear a buzz, the wooden box made a dull roar, and a blue light shot out from the lines on the surface of the ancient wooden box, turning into a black dragon with claws dancing in the wind.

The huge dragon body hovered and flew in the air, roaring like thunder, and the power enveloped the entire field.

After circling for a few weeks, the flying dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a magnificent dragon roar, which shook the field and resounded outside the sky.

Feng Xu's Concubine Rong Guoyan, like being bombarded by five thunders, her body wrapped in colorful cloud clothes, like a kite with a broken string, fell straight down from mid-air.

She gritted her teeth and swiped her hands in the air, her body floating like a colorful cloud to the left mountain beam, and when she landed, she covered her chest with one hand, her face showed a look of pain, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Just after the birth of the black dragon, the displaced people in the valley had already woken up from their dementia and saw the black dragon in the sky, and they all prostrated on the ground and worshipped.

Concubine Rong Guoyan stared at the square quaint wooden box in Lu Wu's hand, and exclaimed, "Is this the Mo family's Immortal Dao Supreme Treasure Canglong Box?"

At this time, Lu Wu was also uncomfortable, in order to activate the dragon soul in the Canglong box, he consumed most of his saint vitality, and his old and dark face showed some miserable whiteness.

Lu Wu withdrew his right hand on the wooden box pattern, and after the black divine dragon in the air circled a few times, his body gradually faded, and finally disappeared.

Lu Wu took the quaint wooden box into his arms, looked up at Concubine Yan of Rong Guo on the mountain beam, and said calmly: "What a word, what a Five Elements Soul Mantra, Concubine Yan must have reached the realm of the Great Onmyoji, right?"

Concubine Rong Guoyan finally calmed down the churning qi in her chest, she looked down at the valley condescendingly, and sighed softly: "So what, it's not that you are defeated in the hands of Mr. Lu, the treasure of the Mo family is really amazing." ”

After finishing speaking, Concubine Rong Guoyan chuckled.

"Canglong hangs its horns, turns over the river and turns the sea, is this Mojia mantra that has been passed down for thousands of years true?" asked Concubine Yan on the mountain beam.

"No comment!" Lu Wu said flatly.

In fact, these two sentences are engraved on the face of the quaint wooden box just now, but its true meaning is not clear to even Lu Wu, a contemporary Mo giant.

Since the death of the Mo family patriarch immortal thousands of years ago, the Mo family was divided into three, in order to compete for the name of the authentic sect, the strength of the three parties had a tragic infighting, the heyday of the Mo family began to decline, and later in the Spring and Autumn War, the power of the Mo family was further weakened, and finally even the Mo family headquarters was destroyed in the war, some of the Mo disciples wandered the rivers and lakes, some returned to the mountains and forests, and a once brilliant and infinite Mo family gradually disappeared.

Whether it is in the rivers and lakes or in the temple, there is no famous Mo Xia figure, and the Mo family's immortal treasure Canglong box has also disappeared, leaving only countless moving legends among the people.

At this point, a school of prominent schools in the Spring and Autumn Period has disappeared in the long river of years.

The displaced people in the valley retreated to the bottom of the mountain beam on the right, the old and weak women and children were surrounded in the middle, and the young men with swords and clubs still stood on the periphery, and in the open space in front of them, dozens of corpses of their families were left, the blood had soaked the sand into a dark red, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

The homeless people were sad and indignant, and they wanted to cry without tears.

Lu Qingxin looked at the tragic scene in front of her, her brows were deeply furrowed, her eyes were slightly red, and her lips had been bitten dark purple by her.

Jiang Wenyu beside her stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, her eyes were as wide as the eyes of a lone wolf in the desert, fierce and blood-red.

It had never been so strong as today, he wanted to wield his sword to kill all those Xuanjia dead soldiers of the Rong Kingdom, especially when he saw the grief and indignation on Lu Qingxin's face beside him, this feeling in his heart was like being poured oil on the fire, and it became even stronger.

The group of Rong Guoxuanjia dead soldiers relined under the mountain beam on the left, the team was neat, motionless like a mountain, and like a group of hungry wolves staring at their prey, ready to go.

After a brief fight, calm returned to the valley.

As the sun sank, the last fiery red clouds in the western sky dimmed, and the breeze in the valley made it feel a little bleak and oppressive.

Suddenly, a muffled drum sounded like a sound, from small to large, and gradually turned into a rolling spring thunder, and it felt like the valley was beginning to shake, and everyone turned their heads to look at the west side of the valley, which was the direction from which the sound came.

At the turn of the valley, there was a team of cavalry all dressed in brown leather armor, with a momentum like thunder, and the first horse was like a dragon on dry land, unstoppable.

The sudden cavalry came to a halt fifty paces away from the Rong cavalry and the outcasts.

For a while, the war horses stood up, the neighing continued, the cavalry and horse team of a hundred people, the movements were uniform, and the momentum was not dispersed, as far as this hand was concerned, it would never lose to the Xuanjia dead soldiers of the Rong country, but to see the equipment of the soldiers on the horse, compared with the Xuanjia dead soldiers of the Rong country, it was a big difference.

The first horse drove forward a few steps, and immediately saluted Lu Wu with a fist, and said loudly: "Wei Xiaoyong, the captain of the cavalry of Gale and Zhou, has seen Mr. Lu. ”

As his name suggests, the person on the horse is majestic and extraordinary, and when he stands up and presses the sword, he has a momentum of peeking at the battlefield.

"What a brave general. The people in the valley couldn't help but applaud.