Lin Yinping's eyes drooped slightly, looking at the tips of his shoes exposed under the light crotch, but he still didn't say a word.

Xiao Yu said: "Since you don't agree, then we can only use a stupid way." ”

Lin Yinping raised his head, looked at him and asked, "What's the solution?" ”

Xiao Yu said: "Whether the horse thieves outside are real horse thieves or the cavalry raised by the lady, they all have only one purpose, that is, they want our lives, so ...... Those who want our lives, we have to take their lives first. ”

The white moonlight fell on Lin Yinping's fair face, reflecting her face even fairer, she looked at Xiao Yu and was silent for a moment before saying, "But you said that there will be cultivators among horse thieves." ”

Xiao Yu said: "Judging from the last ambush, they obviously missed my existence, we need to gamble, bet on whether the secret guards told the lady this information." ”

Lin Yinping didn't speak, it seemed that she was very disgusted with killing.

She said succinctly, "I don't want to kill. ”

Xiao Yu was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Then can I understand it in reverse, you just don't want to, not can't." ”

Lin Yinping turned back into silence.

Xiao Yu continued: "Since you don't answer, then I will take it as a default. In this way, you have the power to kill. I just don't know what kind of realm you are?"

Lin Yinping looked at Uncle Mu, who had been silent on the side.

Uncle Mu did not speak.

Lin Yinping nodded and said, "I am indeed a cultivator, and my skills were taught to me by Uncle Mu, and my father doesn't know this." ”

Xiao Yu said: "I am in the Void Realm but I haven't found a trace, so your realm must be higher than mine, I guess...... It should be the Upper Realm of the Void?"

Lin Yinping glanced at him, thinking that he would guess like this?

Xiao Yu saw her expression, and knew that he had guessed correctly, and continued: "Then let's deal with the cultivators among the horse thieves first. ”

Lin Yinping shook his head very dryly and said, "I've never fought with anyone. ”

Xiao Yu said: "If you don't fight, you will never fight." ”

Lin Yinping was silent for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay." ”

......

The existence of the cultivators in the horse thieves is actually just an assumption of Xiao Yu, although this assumption is very close to the truth, but in the end it is only an assumption.

In other words, Xiao Yu and the others didn't know where the cultivators among the horse thieves were hiding.

However, this question is not too difficult, for the current situation, as long as all the horse thieves are killed, the rest is the cultivator.

Then, you can't do things far away, and kill the horse thieves who are wandering around the camp first.

The moon was covered by clouds, and the camp was dark, and the surrounding grasslands were also dark, except for the faint howl of wolves and the heavy sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Uncle Mu was in front, Xiao Yu and Lin Yinping were behind, and the three of them got out of the car formation.

There was no sound, and the horse thieves wandering around the camp did not realize that death had crept in.

In the dark of night, the three of them came to the path of the wandering horse thief, and then stopped.

Uncle Mu didn't draw his sword, and Xiao Yu didn't draw his sword.

Just stood quietly and waited for the horse thief to arrive.

After a while, with the sound of clattering horses' hooves, a group of horse thieves came running in this direction.

Uncle Mu stretched out his right hand, and then slowly stretched out his five fingers.

With the violent fluctuations, countless heaven and earth vitality began to slowly condense in his palm.

......

The leader of the horse thieves, or the dervishes from the Molun Temple, squinted slightly, and through the night, he saw the group of horse thieves who had turned into a blood mist. His eyes were full of mixed emotions, helplessness and fear.

Attacking the steppe king's daughter on the prairie seems really crazy, but that's what he's doing.

It's really simple and really hard to make a convoy of less than 100 people disappear in the steppe.

It's very simple because the horse thief actually has ten times more manpower than the Mission, and it's difficult because there is a great cultivator of the Frost Realm in the Mission.

However, they have already made meticulous arrangements for Uncle Mu, looking at Uncle Mu rushing towards him, the ascetic is a little proud, because if Uncle Mu is successfully restrained by himself, then he can kill the powerless Princess Qingyue today.

Of course, there is also the useless son who is famous in the Eastern Capital, and it is said that he is twenty years old and does not know the existence of a cultivator, and when he goes to Elysium, he can also be a pair of bitter mandarin ducks.

......

There was always a quiet carriage in the middle of the group of horse thieves.

Suddenly, a white shadow flew from a distance, and all the horse thieves who stood in front of him were all shaken into a cloud of blood mist by the roaring Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi around him.

In a moment, the white shadow had already arrived in front of the carriage.

And this white shadow is the Great Frost Cultivator, Uncle Mu.

Uncle Mu, who was dressed in a white cotton robe and had a scimitar pinned to his waist, looked at the carriage with a slightly solemn face.

After a short silence, Uncle Mu suddenly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and the bright scimitar cut a white light in the night, and slashed heavily on the carriage.

The entire carriage disintegrated and scattered, and all kinds of debris were sprayed in all directions like arrows.

The carriage cracked, and a red-robed monk floated into the air, his slightly black face full of solemnity, and a magic weapon made of a white skull appeared in his hand.

He held the skull magic weapon in his hand and looked at Uncle Mu who was holding a scimitar below.

Then the monk's expression became compassionate, and the skeleton in his hand had its own sense, and the white skeleton in his hand suddenly opened its mouth and began to scream violently.

This scream is similar to Xiao Yu's Weiyang sword intent, both of which are beating people's souls, and they can't be prevented.

It's like an invisible awl stuck in the enemy's mind.

Silently, Uncle Mu couldn't dodge. Because the sound can't be avoided, even if it's a cultivator in the frost realm, it's still impossible to avoid the ubiquitous sound.

The screech of the skeleton filled all the space around it, and suddenly there was a soft pop in the scream.

The monk looked down at his chest and saw that his robes were shattered, revealing the skin underneath, and a long knife cut from his chest to his lower abdomen.

Uncle Mu was already standing in front of him, the scimitar in his hand stained with a few drops of bright red blood, as well as a few fragments of the monk's robe.

Even if he was hit by a scream, Uncle Mu still slashed this knife.

The monk's face was a little dazed, for he didn't know why his spell didn't work.

Can't prevent it?

No, as long as there is an attack, there is a defense, it is only in the difficulty.

Like a nail piercing a person's soul, if the soul is like iron, it naturally can't penetrate it.

At the same time as the scimitar stood on the monk's body, Uncle Mu suddenly retreated. Back to ground in an instant.

The skeleton in the monk's hand was still screaming, and Uncle Mu's ears were bleeding bright red blood, and he still couldn't completely resist the monk's strange spell after all.

This knife did not completely break through the monk's defense, and after a short period of distraction, the compassion on the monk's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became solemn, and he pronounced the Buddha's name.

Then he slowly smeared the blood that flowed from his chest onto the skull in his hand.