The situation was just as Mo Bufan thought, in the second half of the night, the black-armored soldiers patrolling the enemy were finally a little sleepy, at this time, Mo Bufan brazenly attacked, and killed the three patrol armor soldiers who moved mountains and seven layers in an instant.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, it's the night walker, it's the night walker......"

Another black-clothed armor soldier who was patrolling together immediately shouted, but before the words were shouted, his throat was cut by Mo Bufan, and the black-clothed armor covered his throat with both hands, desperately trying to stop the blood gushing, and after only a breath, he found that he couldn't stop it, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of unwillingness to look at the sky, and then he died.

The roar of the black-clad soldier before he died caused a slight commotion in the camp, and they were all battle-hardened border soldiers, but they panicked for a moment and held their weapons in their hands.

These border troops do not take off their clothes in the heat all year round, do not take off their armor at night, and wait for the day.

Doing so will effectively prevent the enemy from sneaking up and be ready to fight at all times.

But this can only prevent the sneak attack of ordinary people, and he can't prevent Mo Bufan, Mo Bufan's speed is extremely fast, during this time, he often fights with the Great Song Black Armor, and his speed has become faster, like a ghost, how can these ordinary Black Armor guard against him.

There were screams from the camp, and the long sword in Mo Bufan's hand ruthlessly harvested their lives.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the big tent, and a sword light hit Mo Bufan's heart.

Mo Bufan had already prepared, his soul power had been tempered during this time, although the realm had not broken through, but the number and use were much stronger, and as soon as he approached the camp, he found that there was a master of the Huayuan realm inside, guarding against his sneak attack.

It can't be said that he is on guard, with Mo Bu's extraordinary strength, there is no need to be defensive at all, in order not to expose his true strength, he must make an appearance, so as to effectively confuse the enemy.

Mo Bufan turned around and raised his sword to slash out a sword qi.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The sword qi and the sword light collided, making several loud noises in a row, and the fiery red sword qi and pure white sword light exploded between the two like bright fireworks, and the surrounding black-armored soldiers were affected, and they retreated more than ten meters one after another, and only two people remained in the field.

"The vitality is released, you are not in the early stage of the transformation of the yuan. You actually hide your strength, despicable villain. ”

A middle-aged man stood about ten meters away from Mo Bufan, the middle-aged man was very burly, holding a ghost-headed knife in his hand, wearing black armor, but his black armor was different from the black armor of the rest of the Song soldiers present, and it looked more advanced.

Mo Bufan's sword qi attack condensed with vitality made him angry, the other party had killed so many of their comrades, it was actually not his true strength.

In fact, Mo Bufan's martial arts realm is the early stage of Huayuan, but his situation is special, and he is infinitely close to the middle stage of Huayuan, it is very simple to release his vitality, and his speed is too fast, for many reasons, the other party mistakenly thinks that his realm is in the middle stage of Huayuan.

"It's shameless that you, a martial artist of the Transformation Yuan Realm, actually attacked a group of people from the Mountain Moving Realm." The middle-aged man scolded loudly.

"You have been in the border army for so many years, haven't you killed someone in the realm of moving mountains? Don't pretend in front of your grandfather, and if you have the ability, you can see the real chapter under your hands. Mo Bufan said in the tone of a horse thief.

"Don't think that you are very strong in the middle of the Huayuan Dynasty, you can provoke the Great Song Border Army, since you are here, don't leave, suffer death, I will use your skull as a wine glass."

Before he finished speaking, the ghost head knife in his hand slashed out two sword lights again, and came straight to Mo Bufan.

Mo Bufan calmly slashed out two flame-colored sword qi, canceling out the sword light, and then pretended to take three steps back.

The middle-aged man's face was slightly happy and he shouted.

"Come again!"

The ghost head knife in his hand flipped and swung out, and a stream of knife light flew out again, slashing towards Mo Bufan's body.

Mo Bufan raised his vitality and waved the long sword in his hand, the sword flower shook, the red light on the sword was generous, and one after another flame-colored attacks poured out, shattering all the sword qi emitted by the middle-aged man.

Seeing that it was difficult for the Yuan Qi attack to be effective in a short period of time, the middle-aged man rushed directly towards Mo Bufan, wanting to fight Mo Bufan in close quarters.

For hand-to-hand combat, the middle-aged man is quite confident, he has been on the border for fifteen years, fighting with the surrounding army, fighting with the border horse thieves, hundreds of battles large and small, he has survived, these battles have allowed him to sharpen his killing skills, especially hand-to-hand combat, he does not take horse thieves in his eyes at all.

But he is not facing an ordinary horse thief, Mo Bufan does not have his more than ten years of combat experience, but he has fought hundreds of battles with demon beasts in the primeval mountain range, and the battles of demon beasts rely on physical instinct, which is closer to nature, so it is stronger.

Mo Bufan didn't use all his strength, that would directly kill the middle-aged man in seconds, and if he couldn't achieve the effect he wanted, then the battle would be meaningless.

He controlled his strength, and every time he was a little weaker than the middle-aged man's moves, but he didn't get hurt, and he seemed to be only slightly at a disadvantage.

The black-armored soldiers around thought that their commander had suppressed Mo Bufan, and they all shouted and cheered for their own commander.

When the middle-aged man heard the applause, he was even more energetic, the ghost head knife in his hand danced wildly, and Mo Bufan fought for dozens of rounds, the ghost head knife in his hand was stained with Mo Bufan's blood, and he didn't see the blood on the knife at all in the dark night, Mo Bufan's long sword also left a few slender wounds on his body, but they were all skin injuries, not as much damage as he caused to Mo Bufan, and now he has a clear understanding of Mo Bufan's strength, at least he thinks so.

For a while, the two sides came and went, although the middle-aged man had the advantage, he could not kill Mo Bufan, he could only be regarded as evenly matched, and he would meet a good talent.

The two sides fought fiercely again for more than ten rounds, and the middle-aged man seemed to have noticed something strange, this kid was slashed by himself so many times, how could he still be so violent, and every time it seemed that he could dodge, but he deliberately did not dodge.

After all, he is a border veteran for more than ten years, experienced and thoughtful, he doesn't know Mo Bufan's specific plan, but he knows that Mo Bufan must be planning something, and this plan is very unfavorable to his side.

Mo Bufan also felt that the middle-aged man noticed something, his momentum changed sharply, the long sword in his hand was clenched, and the Yuan Hai Yuan Qi in his body suddenly exploded.

Extreme speed, a little cold light arrives first, and then the sword comes out like a rainbow.

The middle-aged man was stabbed with a sword in his neck, his arteries and throat were cut off by the sword, and then blood gushed out, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was similar to that of the black-armored soldier that Mo Bufan killed in a sneak attack.

The black-armored soldiers around were stunned, what's the matter, the commander is dead? How so? Didn't the commander just now have the upper hand? How can you be killed by a sword?

Countless questions arose in the hearts of the soldiers, but they didn't have time, they didn't have the opportunity to solve the doubts, Mo Bufan took the ultimate sword, did not stop for a breath, his body flashed, and rushed towards the black-armored soldiers around him.

Tonight, Mo Bufan made a strong sneak attack and killed several black-armored soldiers, which had a great impact on their morale, and then the commander suppressed Mo Bufan, and they recovered some morale, and now the commander suddenly died in battle, and they fell together, and the morale of the soldiers was directly defeated, and they were extremely frightened in their hearts, and they had no courage to resist at all, they would only blindly run away, and there was no courage of the border army at all, they didn't know, no matter how they bubbled, they could only become the soul of Mo Bufan's sword.

Mo Bufan has no mercy, in the past month, he has killed nearly two hundred people, the murderous aura has accumulated, the killing momentum is in full swing, he has been numb to killing, he will not stop at all, every time the long sword in his hand is waved, it will take the life of a black-armored soldier.

In the camp, the wails before death came and went, and in a moment, the remaining thirty or so black-armored soldiers were all killed, and if it was daytime, they would definitely be able to see that the blood had completely stained the surrounding land and grass red.

Mo Bufan released his soul power, checked if there were any fish that slipped through the net, and after confirming that all of them were dead, he left immediately, took the middle-aged man's weapon before leaving, and then rounded with Ah Lian, who was hundreds of meters away, and did not forget to sprinkle a few drops of his own blood along the way.

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"Young Master, you're injured!" Ah Lian's hand touched Mo Bufan's clothes, and the blood stained her hand, she knew that it was blood, and immediately asked.

"No, it's the blood of the enemy. You don't have to worry. "The injuries on Mo Bufan's body are all extremely superficial skin injuries, and on the way back, the wounds on his body have been sealed with vitality, and the wounds on his body have slowly healed, but the blood on his clothes has not yet coagulated.

"It's not safe around here, let's get out of here." Mo Bufan knew that the time of this sneak attack was a bit long, and he had tried his best to control the time and movement, but he must have alarmed the other black-armored soldiers, and he couldn't stay here any longer, and it would be troublesome when they came around, although he was not afraid of them, but they would catch up with him and destroy his plan, and the efforts he had made before would be in vain.

The two of them immediately got on the horse and galloped all the way to the Great Zhou Pass, as long as they ran in the direction of the Great Zhou, the Great Song Heijia naturally did not dare to chase deeply.

Everything was just as Mo Bufan expected, less than two quarters of an hour after they left, hundreds of black-armored soldiers had already arrived, looking at the corpses all over the ground, hundreds of black-armored soldiers were very angry, this is already the fourth batch, this time the loss is too great, three people who moved mountains and nine times, and a small capital in the middle of the Huayuan Dynasty, all died here, this border night walker is too hateful, too rampant, he doesn't know that he is provoking the entire Great Song Dynasty by doing this?

"Great Commander, the corpse is still warm, and it has been less than half an hour since he died." Said one of the black-armored soldiers in charge of counting the bodies.

"Grand Commander, Commander Zhang's weapon has not been found." Another black-armored soldier in charge of counting the bodies said.

"Great Commander, everyone is dead, except for Commander Zhang, the rest of the people are all killed in one blow, including the three veterans who moved mountains and nine times." The last black-armored soldier in charge of counting the bodies reported the casualties and how they died.

Whether the commander is in the Great Zhou Dynasty or the other three dynasties, he must have the realm or combat power of the late Huayuan Dynasty, with almost no exceptions, and the border army is more strict, here does not look at the background, only the strength.