Ge Bu squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said: "It turned out to be Lord Mubai, the little one has eyes and no beads, this thing is troublesome, it is really a family who doesn't recognize the family." ”

Mu Bai slapped his face with the scabbard and sneered: "Don't tell me that these are useless, depending on the situation, your father will come immediately, save some strength to howl for him." ”

Ge Bu was stingy and did not dare to speak.

After a while, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again.

A cavalry of about 100 men, far superior to the more than 1,000 horsemen, approached.

A white-haired old man led by a scimitar walked to the front of the battle with a scimitar and shouted angrily: "Who is spreading wild in Lao Tzu's territory?"

Mu Bai let go of Ge Buqi, turned around slowly, and smiled: "It's me." ”

The old man was also an old man who had followed Lin Yuan for half his life, and when he suddenly saw Mu Bai, who had not seen him for many years, he was only a little surprised, and he was not afraid at all. As early as many years ago, he was at odds with Mu Bai, who was born in the Central Plains, and he couldn't get used to Lin Yuan valuing an outsider from the Central Plains so much.

The scimitar in the old man's hand pointed directly at Mu Bai, his face was full of disdain, and he sneered: "Who is my Dao, it turned out to be Mu Bai's dog." If the Great Khan is alive, it depends on the owner to beat the dog, and Lao Tzu is too lazy to pay attention to it, but now that the Great Khan has returned to heaven, you are a wild dog without an owner, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless, catching and skinning your wild dog and eating meat!"

Lin Yinping was furious when he heard this.

Xiao Yu glanced at the old man who spoke lame Zhongyuan, and smiled lightly: "Look at you for so many years, just such a little person, and it will be even worse when you get old, is it because you are afraid that others will bully you, so you learn to bark like a leper dog?"

The old man was not very good-looking, but when he heard this, he was furious, and he was even more terrifying, looked at Xiao Yu, and shouted: "Which turtle grandson are you?!"

Xiao Yu smiled indifferently, not knowing this old thing.

But the old man regarded Xiao Yu's laughter and silence as cowardice, pointed at Xiao Yu's nose and said loudly: "Don't let anyone go!"

Xiao Yu glanced at him and said lightly, "Why?"

The old man sneered: "Just rely on the more than 1,000 rides behind Lao Tzu, and let people go obediently, and Lao Tzu can give you a good time later!"

Xiao Yu was expressionless, and said coldly: "You can try." ”

The old man laughed, his eyes were cold and he said, "The rabbit cub doesn't know how thick the sky is. ”

Xiao Yu's eyes were indifferent, and he said in a calm tone: "I hope you don't be as wasteful as your son." ”

The old man was furious, but before he could speak, Xiao Yu had already taken a step forward and rushed towards the old man.

His speed was fast, like a dark shadow.

When he rushed towards the old man, the cavalry in front of the old man could not stop him at all, and could not even slow him down.

Like a long sword, he easily tore through the layers of defenses in front of the old man and fell in front of the old man.

There was no panicked expression on the old man's face, and he looked at Xiao Yu, who was close at hand, and clenched the scimitar in his hand.

Xiao Yu didn't know what the old man had, but he didn't plan to retreat.

He didn't draw out his sword, but instead used it to refer to the sword, pointing out a sword qi.

The sword qi flashed and passed, but it did not fall on the old man.

A majestic grassland warrior leaped over and used his body to block Xiao Yu's sword aura.

Then the sword qi pierced his heart, and he simply fell to the ground and died.

Blood spurted out and landed on the old man's ornate robes.

......

Xiao Yu suddenly fell into the sea of people after he pointed out this sword qi.

The strongest of several cavalrymen led the cavalry to surround him.

Mu Bai stood beside Lin Yinping and looked at the picture below, frowning slightly, but he was not too worried. He just wondered what this old thing had to rely on to dare to be so fearless.

The cavalry that followed one after another separated Xiao Yu from the old man.

Although he had just experienced a great battle to break the army, after a short period of recovery just now, the vitality in his body was now abundant enough, and there would be no danger of exhaustion of his vitality in a short period of time.

A not-so-bright sword shadow burst out from his waist, swept past the five or six cavalrymen in front of him, and slashed at him with a sword.

He didn't want to dwell on it too much, looking at the white-headed old man at the back of the crowd, he didn't wrinkle invisibly.

If this tribal leader could not be killed, then more than a thousand cavalrymen could really pile him to death with human lives.

Xiao Yu gently swung out a sword qi, cutting in half a cavalryman who was hiding behind the crowd and preparing to sneak attack with a bow and arrow, and then rushed towards the old man at a faster speed.

At this time, an old man in ordinary clothes came behind Ge Bu's father at some point, and he looked at Xiao Yu walking towards this side, there was no expression on his ravine-ravine face, but a smile of incomprehensible meaning appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Yu jumped up and stabbed at the white-headed old man with a sword.

The white-headed old man suddenly turned sideways, revealing the plainly dressed old man who had been standing behind him.

The old man still had no expression at this time, looking at Xiao Yu who was looking at him, his lips kept moving, and he stretched out a finger to point at Xiao Yu from afar.

The moment Xiao Yu met his gaze, he suddenly felt a huge vitality surging towards him, he didn't care, just pressed the long sword, forcibly suppressed this violent vitality, and then the long sword continued to move forward.

But then, he felt a huge impact crashing into his sea of consciousness, and even made his consciousness go into a trance for a moment.

Only then did Xiao Yu know that this old man was a cultivator who was proficient in the power of the divine soul.

Practicing the Weiyang Sword Sutra, the soul is strong, and it is difficult to meet an opponent in the same realm, and after practicing the pupil, the spiritual fragments absorbed by the pupil further strengthen Xiao Yu's soul power, and Xiao Yu has no fear at all for the battle of the divine soul.

Wasn't the old thought known for his divine soul beheaded by Xiao Yu with the power of his divine soul?

And the ordinary old man in front of him should be a cultivator unique to the grassland, a wizard! And this wizard's realm is not frost.

So Xiao Yu didn't panic at all.

Without hesitation, he mobilized the power of his divine soul, turned into a huge Weiyang sword, and slashed towards the power of the divine soul that invaded his sea of consciousness with one sword.

The power of the two divine souls met in Xiao Yu's sea of consciousness and starry sky.

The steppe wizard snorted, and blood flowed from the seven orifices.

Xiao Yu's face turned slightly pale, and then he recovered as before.

The steppe wizard looked up at the black-furred young man with a look of horror in his eyes.

There are actually other cultivators of the same realm who can overwhelm the cultivators of the wizard lineage who focus on cultivating the power of the divine soul in terms of divine souls!

What's more, just now he first confused Xiao Yu's sight with one finger, and then took the lead in a sneak attack, but he was still defeated so miserably, and he didn't even cause any harm to the young man in black fur!

......

In the battle just now, the power of the grassland wizard's divine soul was also very strong, and with the advantage of sneak attack, Xiao Yu's divine soul was also a little shocked.

But at the moment, it's not a big deal, the white-headed old man has no biggest support, so he has no life.

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, his figure swept forward, and the long sword in his hand swung forward.

A sword qi followed the long sword, breaking through the air and slashing the white-headed old man.

Another burly warrior beside the white-headed old man let out a loud cry and used his body to block in front of the old man.

The sword qi swept by, like an autumn wind sweeping the leaves, splitting him into two with the old man who was blocked behind him.