"Uncle Chao, is there a way for us to let a group of frightened horses pass by the place where they are fighting?"

Mu Qianmei asked suddenly. Vertices

"Oh? Let a herd of frightened horses pass by where they are fighting? Yes, there is. ”

Chaolu didn't react for a while, and after a little groaning, he immediately replied in a loud voice.

"Quick, hurry up and let go of the horse, you must give Tingfeng time to draw his sword, so that he can save himself!"

Mu Qianmei said urgently,

"Good!"

After Chaolu finished speaking, he immediately began to arrange, and soon a team of cavalry jumped off their horses, and according to Chaolu's arrangement, they stabbed the horses' buttocks neatly, let go of the reins, and dozens of horses galloped forward like arrows from Xuan.

A few hundred meters away, it was close in an instant.

At this time, the smiling scholar couldn't attack for a long time, and he was also a little irritable in his heart, and he was beginning to use the Netherworld Sword Technique, which consumed more internal strength, to kill the soul with a sword.

As a master of swordsmanship, Liu Tingfeng saw the change in the opponent's sword momentum, and knew that this move could no longer be avoided.

It was as if he saw the call of death.

The moment it seemed like he was about to die, his heart was full of peace.

The tranquility before death made him feel as if the coming of death was not so terrible.

What joy is there in life, and what is there in death?

No matter how much reluctance you have, you can only let it go calmly.

Letting go is a kind of giving, giving, giving, giving will be gained.

The tranquility of this moment made him realize in an instant, and the fourth sword of the wind sword technique froze the sky, and the sword intent was immediately generated.

The smiling scholar who suddenly performed the killing move saw that Liu Tingfeng had a peaceful and quiet expression on his face, as if he wanted to face death calmly and calmly.

There was a trace of unbearability in his heart, but the sword in his hand did not stop at all, and stabbed at Liu Tingfeng's heart without hesitation.

At the last moment, dozens of war horses galloped in.

Liu Tingfeng realized in an instant, his body retreated rapidly, and the smiling scholar's sword momentum did not pause, and he still stabbed straight away.

The galloping horses did not stop his advancing sword, and six of them fell to the ground in an instant.

However, the time that this long sword passed through the six war horses was fast, but for Liu Tingfeng, the time to draw the sword was enough.

The moment the Changfeng Sword was pulled out, the cold sword intent immediately broke through the air, and the posture of dozens of war horses leaping froze in an instant, condensing into ice like a sculpture, and within twenty meters in front of Liu Tingfeng's body, the sky was frozen.

The smiling scholar's sword momentum finally slowed down a lot.

After passing through the six war horses, a biting cold made him feel cold.

He wanted to turn around and walk away, but his movements involuntarily became extremely stiff, and he urged the internal force again, but he still couldn't resist the cold.

At this time, his internal strength was insufficient, his body was stiff, and his movements were slow.

He felt as if his body no longer belonged to him.

Consciousness finally couldn't control its movements anymore and slowly stopped.

A deep fear immediately took over his heart.

The fear of crisis.

Overwhelming fear.

The fear of death.

He tried to struggle, and his face became shocked, frightened, and distorted.

However, with enough internal force, he still couldn't move a bit.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

It was the last question in his mind.

It's a pity that no one can give him an answer anymore.

With a cold sword intent full of resentment, Liu Tingfeng pierced the heart of the smiling scholar with a sword without hesitation.

At this moment, he was finally no longer afraid of killing.

Because, the one who almost died just now was himself.

This smiling scholar who has been smiling with a warm smile all his life, but his last expression is

It's frightened.

He must have left with regret.

Liu Tingfeng's heart suddenly became extremely hard, and between killing and being killed, he finally made a choice.

I don't kill, but people will kill me.

Looking at the smiling scholar who was dead in front of him, but with a look of horror and doubt on his face, Liu Tingfeng did not have a trace of pity in his heart, this person who drew his sword with a smile and wanted to kill him made him suddenly understand that the enemy is never worthy of sympathy, if you don't kill him, he will kill you.

Liu Tingfeng withdrew the Changfeng Sword from the body of the smiling scholar, ignored the sword marks and wounds all over his body, and slowly rode on horseback and returned to his camp with a bit of lonely exhaustion.

Leaving only the dead bodies of a man and dozens of war horses, slowly falling in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The people on both sides of the battlefield were also like sculptures, looking at the scene in front of them in surprise, and they all had the same question in their hearts:

"Is there really such a powerful swordsmanship in the world?"

That earth-shattering sword is unbelievable.

The first to react was Mu Qianmei, she patted her horse forward, took out a piece of clothing from the bag she was carrying, handed it to Liu Tingfeng, and after he put it on, she said softly:

"Tingfeng, it's good to come back!"

The voice couldn't help but choke a little.

The thought of the situation when he had just passed by the Grim Reaper made his heart tingle uncontrollably.

Fortunately, there is a block of war horses.

Thankfully, there was a final sudden.

"Senior sister, don't worry, I'm fine."

Liu Tingfeng replied softly, his voice was calm, faintly lonely.

In just one sentence, Mu Qianmei deeply felt the change in Liu Tingfeng.

From the moment the sword firmly pierced the other party's heart, Liu Tingfeng was no longer the simple teenager.

Is such a change good?

Mu Qianmei couldn't help but ask herself secretly in her heart.

Her heart is full of contradictions, isn't it too cruel to let a simple and kind teenager go through this?

Is this change good or bad?

She sighed and didn't think much more.

"You hurry back to the military division to apply some medicine, and I'll leave the matter here."

After Mu Qianmei finished speaking, she looked at the opposing team, waiting for their reaction.

Seeing Mu Qianmei's eyes looking over, the other party's general stepped forward and said loudly:

"This third game doesn't count, you broke the rules and let the war horses help."

Mu Qianmei exerted her internal strength and said in a deep voice:

"Did you say that rule before the war?"

The sound was not loud, but everyone in the audience could hear it clearly.

The cold voice was full of anger, and anyone could feel it.

"Although I didn't say it, but it was not right for you to use war horses to help. Do you know who you killed? He is the smiling scholar of the Netherworld Sect, and the leader of the Netherworld Sect, Situ Changxiao, is in the main force of our army in the future, and he will arrive soon. You have two choices, either one more game, and if you win, I will let you go and pursue it no more, or you will not be able to escape a single person. ”

The other party threatened loudly.

If you don't keep your word, you can't have any integrity at all.

Mu Qianmei stopped talking, raised the Moon Shadow Sword in her hand, and motioned for Chao Lu to attack.

Chaolu understood, knowing that it was useless to say more, the other party was obviously cheating, and tried to delay time any longer, and gave an order:

"Kill!"

With 8,000 cavalry, he rushed to the enemy position with full of anger.

Three battles and two defeats, and the opponent's morale is obviously insufficient.

But under the orders of the generals, they can only slap their horses and fight to the death.

After resting for a while, Mu Qianmei's physical strength had almost recovered, thinking about Liu Tingfeng's experience just now, her heart also became very depressed, and she needed to be released.

Hearing the charge of your own cavalry behind you, you can also look at the opposing cavalry

Coming at a gallop.

She stood in the middle of the battlefield on horseback, holding the Moon Shadow Sword, standing still, she had a kind of momentum that allowed you to fight thousands of horses, and I laughed at myself.

Beautiful as a fairy, cold and arrogant and isolated.

Mu Qianmei didn't find out, in fact, she herself has changed.

The enemy approached, Mu Qianmei jumped up, her clothes fluttering, she was like a fairy from the Heavenly Palace, dancing with a long sword and dancing with butterflies.

When the sword fell, she no longer only injured the enemy, but did not kill the enemy, but urged her life with the sword and sword, and showed no mercy.

At this moment, she is like a messenger from hell, constantly harvesting countless lives.

Ordinary soldiers, she has a sword, and the sword will not fail, and the dozens of people closest to her have become corpses in the blink of an eye.

The enemy was so frightened that many people did not dare to approach him and made a detour.

The opposing general immediately ordered the master to come and besiege him.

The six masters of the Netherworld Sect surrounded Mu Qianmei in the middle in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qianmei wielded the Moon Shadow Sword in her hand wantonly, and the butterfly dance sword technique was calmly displayed, and she was actually undefeated under the siege of the six Nether Cultists, but fortunately, the two most powerful ones on the other side had already been injured and killed, and the remaining six were slightly inferior, so she could barely support it.

If the smiling scholar and the black-bearded man joined forces, it would not be so easy for her.

In the three competitions, the other party tried to delay time, but it also happened to give his own side a chance to break through, Liu Tingfeng killed the smiling scholar, stabbed the black-bearded man himself, and eliminated the two strong rivals.

Now that the other party's six masters are besieging her, it just happens to reduce a lot of pressure on the ordinary soldiers who kill the enemy.

Chaolu's fat body, sitting on horseback, fought with the opposing general.

Compared with the martial arts masters, Chaolu's martial arts are still too bad, but after several years of hard practice, his riding and archery skills have also improved rapidly, and he is actually on a par with the opposing generals.

It's just that his war horse has worked hard, carrying this heavy body, and he is not very flexible in turning.

Mu Qianmei gave full play to the butterfly dance swordsmanship, and it was difficult for the six of them to get close for a while, but after all, there were many opponents and the defense was very tight, so she couldn't defeat it for a while.

Judging by their intentions, it seems that they are not in a hurry to kill the enemy, but only to protect themselves and delay time.

Because of this, Mu Qianmei will have time to understand the situation on the battlefield while fighting.

Their own battle formations were tight, their morale was high, and they had the advantage, and their casualties were far lower than those of their opponents.

Suddenly, he found that someone behind Chaolu was trying to cut off the leg of his war horse, and Chaolu was fighting fiercely with the opposing general, and he didn't find it, and the situation was critical.

Mu Qianmei immediately reminded loudly:

"Uncle Chao be careful behind!"

After hearing the reminder, Chaolu narrowly dodged the attack in front of him, and slashed behind him with a knife back, forcing the opponent back, and finally escaped a catastrophe.

Their own soldiers also immediately protected Chaolu's back to prevent further accidents.

The six people who besieged Mu Qianmei didn't react for a while when they heard his shout, this foreign woman's name is very strange, how to call a grassland person "Uncle Chao"?

It's a nondescript name.

However, one of the older ones quickly turned a corner, could it be that the fat man turned out to be the legendary Chaolu?

He looked carefully and found that although the fat man was so fat that he had changed, his appearance and outline had not changed too much, and he was really the "magical horse trainer".

He couldn't help but think of the time when they had been to Chaolu's house when they passed through the Wangu tribe ten years ago, and remembered his beautiful wife, but unfortunately her character was too strong to succeed......

He suddenly had a plan, wanting to provoke Chaolu and make him confused, so that he could not fight and command his battle array, so he said loudly:

"Haha...... Are you that Chaolu of the Wangu tribe? Your wife is very beautiful, but it's a pity that her personality is too strong. ”

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and Chaolu was a little stunned at once, and he even forgot that he was still on the battlefield.

When the other party's general saw Chaolu who was stunned, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, raised the big knife in his hand, and slashed at Chaolu's head......