Mo Yun was driving away the beasts, trying to find the fierce beasts in the beast group, suddenly a white elk escaped from the grass, Bao Mo Wenyun kicked off the horse, and also farted at Mo Yun, jumped into the beast group very coquettishly, with a long roar, and ran forward.

The beasts heard the cry, as if ordered by the king, and galloped away with the white elk.

"The white elk beast, when you reach the ninth order, you are born a different species, don't hurt him, catch him!" Mo Yun urged the war horse to chase after him, the patriarch was interested, and those noble children scrambled to catch up.

"This white elk is very smart, if it is caught, it becomes the patriarch's mount, the patriarch has such a beast mount, how can the Mo country be stronger and more prosperous, it will definitely be able to dominate Qinglin Mountain, this is auspicious from the sky. ”

"Hahaha, you little cubs are getting better and better at talking, catch it, I will be rewarded for catching the ancestor!"

The white elk stumbled away, broke away from the herd, and ran forward. Mo Yun and others chased after each other.

"There is a forest ahead, don't let it run! Quick!" Under Mo Yun's urging, those people rode their horses and galloped, accompanied by the white elk rushing into the woods, and there was a sudden noise in the woods, and Mo Yun immediately felt that something was wrong: "It's not good, retreat quickly, there is an ambush!"

However, it was too late, in the dense forest, more than three meters long bamboo arrows shot out, one by one made a piercing whistling sound disturbed the minds of these people, those people were frightened, and resisted in a hurry, these bamboo arrows are made of golden bamboo, the hardness of golden bamboo is comparable to steel, and the long knife touches it, making a crisp sound.

The three-meter long arrows are all issued with a crossbow machine, the strength is very strong, and it is endless, more than 500 Mobu nobles have been shot down, these golden bamboos are hollowed out, after shooting, blood is shot out of the bamboo tube, there is no blood, only death.

Mo Yun is a warrior, wielding a war knife to resist, retreating while low-gearing, and several arrows were shot on his body, and he was also rich in combat, while dancing the war knife, he pulled out the bamboo arrow shot on his body, and retreated to the edge of the woods, and the bamboo arrow stopped.

A quarter of an hour ago, the children of the nobles were still galloping and frolicking on the grassland, and at this moment, one by one, the souls returned to the nine shadows, and the cold long arrows pierced their bodies, and a small number of them were still enthusiasts, and their voices became weaker and weaker.

"Who, who is so despicable and shameless, actually sneaked up on my Mobu, sneaked up on my Moguo, a manly man, there is revenge and revenge, I am a grassland man, they are all iron-clad, and we have the ability to fight a fair decisive battle!"

The horses behind them were running slowly and just kept up, and when they saw this terrible scene, some of them scolded loudly, and some wailed in pain. At this time, a sound of hooves came, Mo Wentian rode Xiaobai, and slowly walked out of the woods, now Mo Wentian is dressed in white, like a vegetarian, holding the Xuanwang blade in his hand, his eyebrows are colorful and his eyes are like stars, and his bright eyes are bursting with a burst of murderous aura.

"Who are you?"

"Xuanying Zhi Mo asked the sky. ”

"You are the Mo clan, we are the same clan, how could you use such a despicable and shameless means to trap and kill your comrades. Mo Yun's face changed, Xuanying Branch actually let such a person. As soon as his eyes rolled, he immediately shouted angrily, clearly meaning separation, even if the separation fails, Mo Wentian and Xuanying Branch will be on guard against each other.

Mo Yun is an old Jianghu, where there are people, there are interests, and where there are interests, there are rivers and lakes. Mo Yun has been rolling and crawling for so many years, and the technique of punishing the heart has been perfected, and the moment he spoke, he found a flaw and launched a counterattack, putting himself in an advantageous position.

"Qingshui Cave Heaven Mo Clan can't climb high, Mo Yun, do you still remember Qingshui Village, am I cruel or you are cruel? I am in the fire, I remember your cruel smile, they are innocent, or am the villagers of Qingshui Village innocent? From monks to mortals, from old people to babies, have you ever let one go? Tell you, my Xuanying Branch has all come out of Qingshui Cave Heaven, and your end has come.

This is just the beginning, I will use your blood to comfort the souls of the deceased, and to sacrifice them with your heads. Let their souls be reborn. You, the tribes of Mo, and even the tribes under the control of Mozambique, have to pay for this.

The leader of the Mo Department is called Mo Feng, who is very strong in battle, and is a rare member, not only with excellent riding skills, but also with excellent archery skills. It was very popular among the Shang and Wu dynasties, and the edict was established to establish the country, which is the country of Mo. Mo became the name of the tribe, the name of the country and the name of the place. The place where Mobe is entrenched is Modi.

"Xiao Tian, Mo Feng is a well-known figure, his cultivation is strong, at least in the later stage of the martial arts Jinjia, there are many monks in the Mo country, especially Mo Bu, who is as master as a cloud, it is not easy to deal with him. Are you sure?" asked Lu Gonglin worriedly.

"It's up to people to do things, and opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, so anything is possible. As long as we kill Mo Feng, Mo will not fight and will be in chaos, and the country of Momo will lose its monarch. The dumping of power is very cruel, and when the time comes, we can easily erase Mobu.

If you look at the entire map, our enemies are all in this area, and Modi is a strategic place, and once you control Modi, you can radiate in all directions. Within a radius of thousands of miles, there is no clan state that threatens Qingshui Village, and the nomadic tribes that wander without roots pose no threat to us. If you want to take the country of Mozambique, the key is Mo Yun, as long as you kill Mo Yun, everything will be solved. The predicament of Qingshui Village will be opened, and the offense and defense can cope with it. ”

"Patriarch, there are 10,000 shooters in Mobu, and there are 100,000 soldiers in Mozambique who can fight, and we only have 5,500 people, which is a little less. Do you want to contact the other tribes to act together?" asked the Night Stalker.

Mo Feng led the noble children of his clan on a safari.

"Not yet, Mozambique is the biggest threat to us, Chuixian Village, Mafang Village, we are idle on the left, Mafang on the right, Chui Baicheng should be idle now, Xu Shaoping should be in Mafang, after sniping Mo Yun, I will take Mu Guiyuan and Li Muhua to leave Qingshui, and take advantage of the chaos to snipe the leaders of these tribal countries, you, Lu Gonglin and Lu Gongjian led the three tribe armies to attack Mozambique, remember to preserve strength, this is a protracted war, the purpose is to kill or expel the monks of Mozambique. ”

Mo Yun, go with confidence, it won't be long before your wife and children will be reunited with you, just hope that you will find each other in the bustling crowd on Huangquan Road. Hahaha. ”

Mo Wentian laughed wildly a few times, with a flick of his hand, the Xuanwang blade turned into a six-jun bow, the bowstring sounded, and a sharp arrow shot out, and the rest of the Mo nobles fell off their horses one after another, and a thousand people died under the sound of Mo Wentian's bowstring, just between ten breaths.

"You murderous madman, I'll fight with you!" "The nobles of Mobu are all dead, this hunt has become a funeral song for the sale of the Mo country, Mo Yun knows that the Mo country is over, and the Mo country is also over, and it does not exist.

Mo Yun took out the Martial King Bow, and the war horse ran, shooting nine arrows in a row, towards the nine veins of Mo Wentian. Now before the arrival of the Xuanying Branch, kill this Mo Wentian, Mo Wentian is just a golden-armored warrior cultivator, he is a gold-armored warrior, even if the cultivation is suppressed, he is also a gold-armored warrior!

It's his faith, the belief that sustains him to live. Mo Wentian's shooting skills are very high, and there is little hope for him to escape directly.

"It's good, I'll let you see, what is the magic archery!" Mo Wentian pulled out the Liujun bow, nine long arrows appeared on the bowstring, Mo Wentian urged Xiaobai, rushed forward, and at the same time as soon as his hand was released, the high golden light met Mo Yun's long arrow, nine roars, the long arrows consumed each other, Mo Yun's long arrow suddenly collapsed, Mo Wentian's long arrow roared towards Mo Yun's nine veins, the golden long arrow entered Mo Yun's body, disappeared suddenly, and Mo Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Yiwang Arrow!" Mo Yun exclaimed: "How can you Yiwang Arrow, you are Yiren?"

The longbow in Mo Wentian's hand spun in his hand, and suddenly became a Xuanwang blade: "I still have a Xuanwang blade." ”

Xiaobai and Mo Yun passed by, Mo Wentian grabbed Mo Yun, turned around and galloped away.

"Launch a general attack, bring back all the heads of the monks of the Mo Kingdom, and build a Jingguan on the old site of Qingshui Village, so that everyone knows what kind of price will be paid for attacking Qingshui Village!"

A long arrow to this signal talisman resounded in the sky, ambushed nearby like a horse not riding the red black beast galloping away, the eagle battle flag hunted in the wind, the red black beast was like a blood-colored red cloud, sounding the horn of the destruction of the Mo country.

The Xuanying branch moved, and the Xuanji branch and the Broken Cloud branch also automatically formed two wings from both sides, and cooperated with the Xuanying branch to launch a general attack. The war of extermination has officially begun.

"What are you three doing in a daze, cutting off some people's heads and taking them away? Mo Wentian shouted to Mu Guiyuan, Li Muhua and Qing Wuyu.

The three men immediately took out their short knives, but cut off the heads of the men. This was the first time they had done this work, and the heads of fifteen hundred people, who seemed to be of all kinds, were very miserable, and it was not long before the three of them turned pale and began to vomit.

"Don't be embarrassed for the three children, let's do it. God Kill said.

Heaven Killing and Liu Baiyi are used to killing, although the bloody atmosphere here is very large, it is still bearable, and these people are also pale, in Qinglin Mountain, they have participated in life and death fights, but they are all one-on-one fights, this kind of large-scale fighting, is also the first experience.

"I can't stand it, if I can't stand it, go back to your tribe, don't follow me to make trouble, I really don't want to go back, so I will look for the legendary spirit of King Xuan, and I will change, don't you claim to be a lucky general, maybe there is really fate." ”

"Boss Mo, you don't resist me, buddy is not a good man and a woman, let you see my performance. After saying that, he jumped off the war beast and took out a short knife to work.

"Don't let him die, and you must stay awake and let him see how much the price to pay for the destruction of Qingshui Village is!" Mo Wentian threw Mo Yun to Liu Baiyi. Liu Baiyi is a master of interrogation, so he naturally knows how to keep people alive, and in Liu Baiyi's hands, it is also a difficult thing to die.

"Do you shoot or do I make a move?" said Heavenkiller suddenly.

"It's better for me to come, after all, this is our outer eight things. After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he rode Xiaobai towards the woods, and shouted: "Die!"

"It's better for you to die, the good Xuanwang Blade is mine!" An old man suddenly laughed, reached out and grabbed Mo Wentian's Xuanwang Blade here, and pulled it into his arms, Mo Wentian flew towards the old man from Xiaobai. The old man's other hand grabbed Mo Wentian's throat.

At this moment, under the sound of the bowstring, a short arrow shot out from the sleeve of Mo Wentian's coat and into the old man's heart.

The old man looked down at his chest, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak, black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, at this time, Mo Wentian's body rotated in mid-air, a short sword appeared in his hand, the frost flashed, the old man's head flew to the sky, the old man felt that his neck was cold, and his head was in the air,