After another two months, except for encountering some bandits licking blood on the knife edge, there was no trouble on the road, but the closer to Xiyao City, the more lonely souls and wild ghosts there were, and Zhao Zimo could easily see the entity of ghosts in the ghost domain, which was because of the particularity of the ghost domain.

And this is the mortal world, until the night, Zhao Zimo can't see it clearly, he can only feel the yin qi around him, for Wang Cheng and the others, they will always feel a chill down their backs, as if there is someone behind them.

It is normal for there to be ghosts in the mortal world, and the more chaotic the place, the more demons and monsters, because the village close to Xiyao City, if it is not good, there is a danger of being slaughtered by the soldiers.

And the scouts of the Tang Dynasty and the Qianyang Dynasty often have this hobby, after all, the head can lead the army, although the head of the people is not valuable, but it is better than nothing.

After all, whether it is a bandit or a soldier, they are all guys who mess around with knives, and if they want to drink and eat meat, and if they want to find women to sleep, they have to get silver.

However, at this time, it must also be mentioned that the combat effectiveness of the border soldiers is very high.

After all, the soldiers who can guard the border of the dynasty have basically learned some martial arts, and they don't have to know how to do internal skills, but they have learned some of the kung fu of refining the body, and most of them also have to use knives, after all, the knife method is simple and ruthless, as long as the four tricks of 'vertical splitting', 'sweeping', 'oblique teasing' and 'straight stabbing' can be practiced to perfection, it is often the fastest and easiest way to kill people on the battlefield.

And this is still those ordinary soldiers, if they are elites, fierce soldiers, and even those who can become scouts, they are all the elites of the elite, and the leaders of the scout team are often martial artists of the innate realm, and there are seven or eight peak martial artists of body refining under them.

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The sound of heavy horses' hooves rushing from not far away, Zhao Zimo couldn't help but poke his head out, and saw more than a dozen Qianyang scouts wearing armor and riding high-grade war horses drawing swords and attacking.

Wang Cheng's guards immediately formed a battle formation, but when they saw the menacing and sarcastic Qianyang scouts, they felt a little uneasy in their hearts.

No wonder the soldiers under the King of the Western Zhou Dynasty always said that the forbidden army in the Tang Dynasty were all two-legged ducks, and they were weak one by one, and they were the guards who were quite good in the Tang Dynasty, but in the face of the menacing Qianyang scouts at this time, their legs were still trembling.

"Stand down!" Zhao Zimo glanced at these guards and knew that they would definitely die in this battle, so it was better to shoot early.

Seven or eight guards glanced at him gratefully, and hurriedly retreated to the vicinity of Wang Cheng's carriage, as a palace guard, it is right to take people's money and work for others, even if that Zhao Gongzi is all dead before he makes a move.

After all, the most important thing in the battle of warriors is to breathe, and when the breath of the soldier on the opposite side is almost consumed, he will definitely be able to kill him easily.

It's a pity that Zhao Zimo doesn't care about these ......

A scout leader of Qianyang, looking coldly at the retreating guards, silent, his arms and tendons bulging, the real air turned fast, and suddenly swung a knife at the carriage, just looking at the knife qi to cut off the carriage.

But what was unexpected was that the carriage, which was unguarded, suddenly stretched out a slender hand from the window, and shook the three-zhang long knife qi out of thin air, and the knife qi immediately exploded inch by inch.

"Retreat!" The chief with a fierce intent on his face looked shocked, and immediately shouted, pulled the reins with both hands to make the war horse tilt his head vigorously, and was about to leave this place.

But the people in the carriage did not intend to let him leave, only to see a white figure suddenly swept out of the carriage and came to him in a few steps.

Before Nashi Chang could hold the knife and sweep back, Zhao Zimo smashed out with a punch, and the fist wind roared!

Some scouts next to him widened their eyes and saw that the abdomen of the war horse under Shi Chang was directly concave, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken, and Na Shi Chang didn't react, and even the people led the horse to fall into the left side of the road.

"Save people, pull a crossbow and shoot arrows."

"Whoosh"

Arrows struck quickly.

Zhao Zimo didn't reply, but his big sleeves fluttered, and he blocked seven or eight powerful crossbow arrows one after another, and when he turned around on the spot, his sleeves unfolded again, and those crossbow arrows were reflected back at a stronger speed, and for a while, people turned over on their backs, and shot six or seven people under the horse.

"Phew, Luo Laogou, don't you leave quickly, do you want Lao Tzu to die here in vain?" The chief pushed away the war horse weighing more than 1,000 catties, and despite the broken left leg, he forced himself to pick up the long knife that had fallen aside.

Zhao Zimo raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, ignoring it.

A three-foot flying sword appeared in his sleeve, turning into a streamer, chasing after those scouts who wanted to escape, especially the man who dared to shout and shoot arrows just now.

Wang Cheng and the others hid in the carriage, revealing a gap, and their faces were shocked.

Because he has seen monks, but he has never seen monks who can use their fists to hammer over war horses and kill people with flying swords......

He saw that the three-inch flying sword flashed dexterously and quickly, and let those Qianyang scouts who were agile and agile fall off their horses one after another, and the only remaining Shi Chang's eyes were about to split, and the sword qi came horizontally.

It's a pity that the slender figure was faster, and with a kick on his chest, the war knife in Shi Chang's hand flew down, and the whole person dragged the ground and slid for three or five feet before he could stop, and there was no intact skin behind him, and he vomited blood in his mouth.

"Kill if you want to, look at your uncle!" When the chief saw him coming, he lay on the ground and gasped for breath, and felt a lot of regret in his heart, but there was nothing more to say at this time.

Zhao Zimo raised his eyebrows, and immediately stepped on his broken leg, and the bones that leaked out were very difficult to step on, at this moment, Shi Chang wailed, but even if he bit his lips, he didn't say a word to beg for mercy, just looked at Zhao Zimo with blood-red eyes, eager to swallow him alive.

"The bones are very hard, when I first arrived in Xiyao City, you gave me a military merit, should I thank you?" Zhao Zimo let go of his foot, squatted next to him and sneered.

"Sissy, Lao Tzu's head is here, you can get it!" The man at the moment of hard anger turned his head to the side.

Wang Cheng also walked over at this time, and shook his head after looking at the corpses all over the ground: "The border is like this, the scouts who dare to go deep into the hinterland of the Tang Dynasty have the belief of gambling on life and death, and it is really difficult to ask something from their mouths!" ”

Zhao Zimo actually didn't care about it, but the reason why he was so cruel was that when he saw some heads hanging on their horses, adults didn't say anything, even teenagers and girls, and even two or three-year-old babies didn't let go, how could he bear it?

He stood up directly and turned his head to look at the guards: "Tie him up and drag him away on horseback!" ”

"Yes, Zhao Gongzi." Several guards hurriedly nodded and took out ropes to tie them up.

"I'm Cao your mother, a manly husband, I have the ability to do it again, I Cao ......" "Poof"

Zhao Zimo cut off his tongue with a sword and looked at him coldly: "When you slaughtered the village, did you ever think about anything?"

I never pay attention to fairness in doing things, the enemy is strong and I am weak, I will endure, the enemy is weak and I am strong, you will die, it is not bad if you don't cramp and peel the skin into the ant nest, and then dare to speak out, I will make you want to die! ”

His words made many people shudder, but Zhao Zimo is like this, he treats enemies cruelly and cruelly, and treats friends, and there are many benefits, as long as he likes the person, the spirit flying sword can be sent if he wants to, but if he doesn't look down on the person, he can really do anything!

This kind of personality really makes Wang Cheng a little big, at the beginning, I thought that this Zhao Zimo was a bad person, but it seems that he still has too little contact......

As for why this is so, that is, although Zhao Zimo cultivates immortals, he always regards himself as a person, not as a high immortal.

According to his thinking, since you are a human being, don't kill innocents indiscriminately, otherwise what is the difference between that and beasts and demons?

Although the soldiers did not touch the cause and effect on the battlefield, they killed not soldiers, but innocent people!