The bright moon gradually sank in the west, and a round of red sun slowly rose in the east of Shenzhou. Sima Ting and other masters of the Holy Gate rode horses and galloped wildly, pulling out the shadows of wild dancing on the grassland, startling the talented wolves, tigers and leopards hiding in the grass all fled far away.

This time, the Holy Gate dispatched most of the elite, in addition to Sima Ting and Du Jue, the two masters of the transformation realm, as well as the old man Duanmu Qing, the old man of Aoki, Tao Huaran, the peach blossom father, who has just entered the innate realm in recent years, Liu Ruyue, the willow leaf scimitar, and the polar warrior Nan Yijian and Ying Feng are also peers. In addition, there are a hundred masters such as Lin Yao'er.

The gentle slope in front of him rushed down quickly, rushing towards Sima Ting and the others, and the knight was dressed in the costume of the Holy Gate, and he was a disciple of the disciple sent by Sima Ting to explore the way. The person who came rushed to Sima Ting shouted: "Holy Son! Door Master! A person was spotted in front of him! ”

Sima Ting's eyes froze, his feet clamped the horse's belly, and the sweaty horse suddenly accelerated, and rushed up a gentle slope. As soon as he pulled the reins, the sweaty horse under his crotch raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the two front hooves were raised high! Sima Ting's eyes were like torches, looking at a small tribe on the northern grassland, and curling smoke was rising from the tribe at this moment.

Du Jue and the others also rushed up the gentle slope, scattered on both sides of Sima Ting, and stationed on the slope together, looking at the small tribe in the distance, with a cold smile on their faces. After a night of wild running, I finally saw a living person for the first time on the territory of the Xianbei tribe.

Du Jue pondered for a moment and said, "Zidu, judging from the size of this tribe, this tribe should have about two thousand people. What do we do now? ”

Sima Ting's eyes were cold, he smiled casually, and said in a deep voice: "Master." This time, we're here to kill someone. Since this tribe has brought us into each other, it can only be said that they are unlucky. Disciples of the Holy Gate obey the order! Rush with me! Don't let anyone go! ”

With that, Sima Ting flicked the reins and rushed down the gentle slope in the lead, rushing towards the tribe in front of him. None of the people in the Holy Gate were soft-hearted, and when they heard Sima Ting's order, they all showed a hideous look on their faces, and rushed down with Sima Ting!

Just when Sima Ting and the others were getting closer and closer to the tribe, the Xianbei people in the tribe all discovered these uninvited guests. At first, he panicked for a moment, but then he found that Sima Ting and the others were only more than a hundred people, and there seemed to be no backup behind them, so they couldn't help but feel at ease.

You must know that there are more than 2,000 people in their tribe, but there are more than 500 adult men who are proficient in riding and archery! In a whimpering horn, all the warriors of the Xianbei tribe gathered, stepped on the fat and strong horses, and roared at the gate of the tribe, holding bows and arrows and blades and staring closely at Sima Ting and the others who were getting closer and closer.

A middle-aged man who looked like a leader slowly rode out of his horse and shouted at Sima Ting and the others, "Who are you? Why do you come to the Bohan tribe? ”

Sima Ting showed a sneer on his face, looked at the Xianbei middle-aged man at the front, drew his sword from the horse, and everyone in the Holy Gate followed with the draw of their blades, and suddenly divided into two teams, and surrounded the Xianbei people from both sides.

The middle-aged man of Xianbei didn't react to Sima Ting and the others in the slightest when he saw his shouting, but instead pulled out his sword, and couldn't help but be angry! What made him even more angry was that the other party only had more than 100 people, but he wanted to surround them with 500 people, as if he was afraid that they would run away!

The middle-aged man of Xianbei shouted angrily: "Arrogant Southern Barbarians! Since you are looking for death! I, the great Bohanji, will give you a way to die! Warriors, kill me! The Xianbei people were also extremely angry by the other party's contempt! They roared angrily and bent their bows and arrows, shooting at Sima Ting and the others.

Sima Ting flicked his sword at will, sweeping away all the arrows that shot in front of him, only to feel that the arrows shot by these Xianbei people were soft and powerful, and they were not inferior to the soldiers of the cavalry. It's just a pity that this time I met the master of the Holy Gate!

Sima Ting pinched the horse's belly, and the sweaty horse under his crotch accelerated, and then rushed straight to Bo Hanji like a red light!

Bo Hanji was taken aback in his heart, he didn't expect Sima Ting's horse to be so fast, he was so busy waving the scimitar in his hand and slashing towards Sima Ting! At the same time, the two Xianbei warriors beside Bo Hanji also roared and threw the scimitars in their hands at Sima Ting!

Sima Ting waved his sword at will, and with one sword, he instantly slashed the two flying scimitars! The sword momentum is still like a rainbow, and the scimitar in Bo Hanji's hand is slashed away!

Bo Hanji only felt that his right hand was numb by a sudden force, and when he looked at it, he found that the scimitar that he was holding tightly in his hand did not know where it had gone, and a deep blood mark was also cracked at the tiger's mouth in his right hand!

Seeing Bo Hanji's sluggish expression, Sima Ting let out a loud laugh, and grabbed Bo Hanji's collar with his left hand and grabbed him over the horse! Then another sword swung out, and a demonic qi gushed out from the sword, sweeping over more than a dozen Xianbei warriors, and all the Xianbei warriors didn't even have time to scream, they all fell to the ground!

The masters of the Holy Gate are all mighty, and with the momentum of breaking through the bamboo, they swept all the way and killed them! In a short time, more than 100 people fell under their horses and never woke up again. The rest of the people also lost the courage they had at the beginning, and they all desperately turned their horses to escape!

Bo Hanji was lying on Sima Ting's horse, trembling all over, struggling to look at this group of strangely dressed Han people, all of whom were vigorous and strong in martial arts. His own clansmen didn't have any resistance at all in front of these martial arts masters!

Seeing that more and more of his clansmen were easily cut off from their horses, Bo Hanji finally understood why this group of uninvited guests had to surround them in the first place! It's not a competition at all! It's ridiculous that he is still angry that the other party despises him.

Bo Hanji struggled and yelled, "Brothers! Stop! We surrender! We surrender! ”

Sima Ting glanced at Bo Hanji on horseback, looked at the hundreds of Xianbei warriors surrounded by the masters of the Holy Gate, threw Bo Hanji to the ground, looked at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "All dismount, put down the blades!" ”

Bo Hanji happened to fall beside a Xianbei tribesman who died tragically, looking at his own people after his death still looking at him with wide eyes, sighing: "Dismount, put down your weapons......"