"Commander Yuan, can you borrow a knife. ”

Mu Ji's voice was soft.

It is as light as the spring breeze blowing through the willow branches, and the rustling of willow leaves.

It's as light as autumn rain hitting the eaves, and the tiles clatter.

But it's weird.

Such a light voice was in the midst of thousands of troops, but it was like thunder, and it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Xu Han's face turned from doubt to suddenness, and he finally understood what the back hand of this king of Northern Xinjiang was.

Cui Ting's eyebrows rose with a thick horror again, he opened his lips wide, and roared, "Kill him!"

But time seemed to stop at that moment.

The picture froze abruptly at the distance of the long knife of the armor soldier, which was only an inch away from Mu Ji.

The world is silent.

There was no half-minute sound.

It's as if all people and things are waiting for a response.

......

So after what seems to be a long time, but it's only a breath or two.

"I've got only two knives left. ”

I don't know how far away.

Suddenly, there was a voice, and the voice was incomparably deep and vicissitudes. It's as if you've traveled through infinite years to reach this place of time and space, and it's incomparably thick.

"I'm just asking for a knife. Mu Ji smiled, and the expression on his face was calm. But there is a touch of unquestionable certainty in the calm.

The man from afar seemed to think about it.

The halberd entered another half an inch, and the bright cold light flashed through the night, reaching the door of Mu Ji.

"Good. The deep voice finally sounded again.

With this sound fell.

Zheng!

At that time, a high-pitched sword roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

The silent time began to flow again, and Cui Ting's roar, the neighing of the war horse, and the shouting of Xia Jun sounded again.

But the sound of the sword, like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon, overwhelmed all the sounds in the heavens and the earth, and came here like a king.

In the distance, a star seemed to light up in the night sky.

It shone as brightly as day, constantly magnifying in everyone's eyes.

It only took a few breaths to occupy everyone's entire eyes, and they didn't see it clearly until then.

That thing wasn't a star.

It was a knife.

A knife that is ordinary to the extreme.

The snow-white blade was covered with dents after the swing, and a red tassel hung from the wooden and worn hilt, which had been clearly cleaned, but had been baptized by the years, and the color on it was a little dull.

Such a knife, but wrapped in a majestic knife intent, has traveled an infinite distance to reach here, which is really a bit strange.

Of course, as the enemy of this knife, Cui Ting didn't have such a mind.

His eyes were filled with horror.

He knew that it was this knife, this world-famous knife, this knife called Chaodu, which had cut off the lintel of unknown immortals.

His pride was finally extinguished from the moment the knife appeared.

"Yuan Guilong, are you crazy too, aren't you afraid of the thunderous wrath of the Great Xia Lingyun Pavilion?"

He shouted loudly, but there was not a trace of grandeur in his high-pitched voice, only the bluff of a desperate person.

Naturally, the owner of the knife ignored him.

Mu Ji also ignored him.

The knife finally flew above Mu Ji's head at that time, and the man dressed in white had a divine light surging in his eyes at that time, and a mighty aura rushed out of his body at that time, surging towards the long knife.

The blade of the knife shook at that time, and under the irrigation of that mighty qi, the sword intent surged, and soon condensed into a sword light the size of a hundred zhang.

Muji was clearly not satisfied with the results.

His eyes froze, a cold glow emerged, and the Haoran righteousness around him surged out more and more violently, constantly watering the hundred-foot sword. The length and width of the sword are constantly changing under the impetus of such majestic force.

The swords and halberds of the Great Xia Iron Riders finally fell on Mu Ji's body.

It's just that the body of an immortal can not be injured by a mortal soldier? The sword and halberd were broken, and the iron horsemen turned over on their backs. But this did not hinder the determination of the soldiers, and the iron knights still rushed against the seemingly delicate body without fear of death.

Knife after knife, person after person, one after another, stepping on the corpse.

The aura of the vast aura around Mu Ji's body had almost all been poured into the blade, and the dead qi that had been suppressed by him poured out like a flood finding a floodgate at this time, enveloping his body, and the only remaining vitality was rapidly eroded at a speed visible to the naked eye under the devouring of that dead qi.

His already pale face was barely half a cent of blood at that time.

But Mu Ji was unaware of this.

"Break it. He muttered.

As soon as this sound fell, the long knife above his head shook violently, and the sword that had been urged by him to a thousand feet wide swung down heavily and slowly.

Majestic power is intertwined with furious sword intent.

It slammed into the heads of those Great Xia soldiers as if it were pressed on the top.

The power of the two immortals was so powerful, under this sword, all the creatures that touched the edge were shocked, and in an instant, they were shattered by the violent power, blasted into the sky and turned into a rain of blood.

Cui Ting's face was extremely ugly, how could he dare to resist the combined force of these two immortals, and he didn't care about anything else at the moment, at that time, the true yuan of his body was urged, and the strength of his body as a great Yan realm was all expanded, turned into a streamer, and withdrew not far away.

The wails resounded among the ranks of Great Xia, and the exclamations of 200,000 people gathered together, how huge.

But in an instant, the sound came to an abrupt end.

A loud roar suppressed all the sounds in the world.

The sword finally fell to the ground.

Dust rose from the sky, and showers of blood poured down.

......

Xu Han and the others all became wooden under this terrifying power.

It wasn't until the dust cleared that they came to their senses.

Looking up, the 200,000 army turned into pools of flesh and blood like mud under this sword.

Only the man dressed in white sat silently on the wooden chair, in front of him was a knife three inches into the ground, the red tassel on the hilt fluttering in the night wind, and behind the blade was a straight furrow that seemed to have no end in sight.

Grunt.

I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva at that time.

The voice seemed so abrupt and harsh in the silence of the battlefield.

Mu Ji's head hung down, and his face turned from pale to dark black.

He was still breathing, but he couldn't hear it.

He raised his head with difficulty, looking at the 200,000 army that had turned into nothingness, and a smile appeared on his face with difficulty.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing up from the flesh and blood in a hurry, fleeing into the distance like a lost dog.

He tried to stop it, but his fingers lifted, but they hung limply.

The oil is out and the lamp is dry.

As he thought about it, the smile on his face became a little bitter.

At this time, the night wind was a little stronger.

The hairpin on Mu Ji's head was blown off, and his long hair rose in the night wind at that time.

A phantom figure quietly stood on the hilt of the long knife at some point.

The phantom was very vague, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but from his figure, it could be seen that the person seemed to be a man.

With great difficulty, Mu raised his head and looked at the phantom figure standing on the hilt of the sword.

Their eyes met, and the phantom's brow furrowed.

"You're going to die. The phantom spoke for a long time, his voice low and thick, like the sword that slashed the army of 200,000.

Mu Ji blinked, he felt that he should smile at this time. Whether it is meeting the old man who has been lost for a long time or fulfilling the last long-cherished wish, both are worthy of joy, but for him at this time, it seems that laughing has become very difficult. So he had to put away this thought and responded, "yes." ”

"But you don't damn it. The phantom's brow furrowed even deeper.

"Really?" asked Mu Ji.

Mu Ji's attitude made the phantom a little silent.

He stared at the man for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, until he spoke again after more than ten breaths.

"The last sword, I will leave it to the person who took your immortal life palace. ”

When Mu Ji heard this, he was stunned.

This time, a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Thank you. ”

He said this, his raised head could no longer support it, and he hung down weakly, and his dull eyes slowly closed at that time.

......

On that day, the Great Xia National Pillar, which was marching all the way south, broke its halberd and sank into the sand, and 200,000 elite iron cavalry were all killed in battle.

On that day, outside the city of Dahuang, 50,000 Mujia soldiers dressed in plain clothes, kneeling outside the city on both sides, and Zhou Zhang, the little-known disciple of Linglong Pavilion, walked into the city with the corpse of the king of Northern Xinjiang, and returned to take charge of the Mujia army as Mu Qingshan, the son of Mu Tai, the king of Mu.

On that day, under the gaze of countless eyes in Da Zhou, the young master of Tiance Mansion led his subordinates to Dahuangcheng, recaptured the lost land of Jizhou Huo Huo, and led the people of Tiance Mansion who were less than 300 left on the road back to Chang'an.

On that day, the swordsman with the broken knife washed the tassel on the hilt, put it in his arms, and then set out on the road to the Taiyin Palace alone.

That day...

The days of the Great Zhou have finally changed.

(End of chapter)