But regardless of the reason, the mission is Xiao Yu's hope for going to the grassland, and it is also his hope for the future, so he will not allow anyone to destroy his hope.

If these people are the ones who have come for themselves, and they want their own lives, then they deserve to die.

If these people come for the mission, they are the ones who will destroy their hopes, then they deserve to die as well.

Xiao Yu's long sword was already unsheathed in his hand, and he carried the mixed yuan umbrella behind his back, and rushed down to the battlefield not far away.

Qin Mumian and Yi on the side of the carriage looked coldly at the top of the slope, and the killing around them did not give them a trace of expression on their faces.

They stood indifferently when the arrows rained down the slope, and when the men in black rushed down the slope, they remained motionless, oblivious to the terrible fighting that was taking place around them.

Every moment someone died, and the lifeless corpses lay on the ground with a dull sound, and they didn't even blink their eyes, staring indifferently at the top of the slope.

Because this is a worldly battle, and Qin Mumian and Yi are not worldly people.

But Xiao Yu is different, although he is a cultivator, he is still a man in the world after all.

He had no experience of going to battle, but he didn't have the slightest bit of panic or panic, because this level of combat was more like a child's fight for a cultivator.

Xiao Yu is the adult who broke into the group of children.

Sunset.

The blood-red sunlight swept down the battlefield, and people even had the illusion that they couldn't tell which ones were blood and which ones were sunshine.

A snowy cold light lit up in the setting sun, and a black-clothed dark guard was stabbed in the chest, bursting out with a cluster of blood flowers, and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Whether it is a steppe warrior or a black-clothed dark guard, the image in the fight is not only tragic but also tragic, because this is an evenly matched battle.

But Xiao Yu is different, he doesn't use a knife, but a sword. His speed and strength beyond ordinary people make him comfortable in battle. Although the sword is not a very good choice on the battlefield, in the eyes of onlookers, it is a little more chic and elegant.

When he swept across the battlefield like the wind and several secret guards died under his sword, Lin Han, who had been standing beside Uncle Mu, had a trace of brilliance in his eyes.

The battlefield is not a normal one-on-one fight, and if you don't have enough experience, no matter how skilled your swordsmanship is, you can't be so casual on the battlefield.

Xiao Yu can walk on the battlefield like a leisurely stroll, which is really a very impactful picture, as if this is not a cruel battlefield, but walking in the bustling city.

Although Xiao Yu is only in the realm of the Void and the Netherworld, the Weiyang Sword Sutra he cultivated made his mind and perception condense like a needle, and it can be said that the entire battlefield is covered by Xiao Yu's thoughts.

At this time, he is more like looking down on the entire battlefield, can clearly see the situation on the battlefield, can perceive all the changes around him, it can be said that this battlefield is under his control.

The magical multi-functional technique of the Weiyang Sword Sutra has been lost for many years, and for cultivators, it is good to directly enlarge the moves to kill these ordinary people, why bother so much.

It can only be said that Xiao Yu doesn't want to expose his true strength so early.

He filled his whole body with vitality, and with his years of swordsmanship and the idea of the Weiyang Sword Sutra, he created such a picture that shocked ordinary people.

When Xiao Yu swam out of the sword again, Lin Han stood in the distance and stared at him quietly, at the same time, Uncle Mu's brows furrowed slightly, he was keenly aware that there was a faint fluctuation of vitality on Xiao Yu's body, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was a cultivator.

The black-clothed guards in the distance noticed Xiao Yu, and although they were shocked by Xiao Yu's terror, they still reacted extremely calmly, and divided into about twenty black-clothed guards who rushed towards Xiao Yu. wants to surround Xiao Yu by numbers, so that Xiao Yu's weird wandering cannot be used, and at the same time, he can also suppress the long sword that is not suitable for group combat.

The sword is cold.

When the black-clothed dark guard rushed towards him, Xiao Yu did not retreat, but clenched his long sword and rushed towards the dark guard in reverse.

The dark guards' indifferent gaze fell on Xiao Yu's body, as if they were looking at a dead person.

The long sword in Xiao Yu's hand was a little, and the long knife that came from the slash was weirdly bypassed, and it was pointed at the throat of the secret guard at the front, and blood sprayed.

The guard snorted and fell to the ground, the bright red blood falling far away, forming a line of blood on the ground.

But the other guards didn't seem to see the death of their companions, and the blades were one after another, like a huge knife wheel, slashing towards Xiao Yu's face door along a strange and deadly trajectory.

If it were someone else, he might be surprised by such a strange sword formation, but Xiao Yu was too familiar with the secret guards and the various methods of the secret guards, so familiar that they could be easily broken even without the means of cultivators.

What's more, he was already a cultivator at this time.

So he easily navigated the gaps between the blades, and the bright sword stabbed into the throats of the guards along the barely visible gaps, bringing up a few splashes of blood, and then fell to the cold ground.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yu had already rushed out of the array of dark guards, and seven dark guards died under his sword, and the blades of the dark guards did not touch him in the slightest.

At this time, he stood in the light, his face could not be seen clearly, and the setting sun blocked a layer of blood-red piping on his black robe. The dark guard turned around with his sword, looking at Xiao Yu, whose long sword was still dripping blood, his face was still indifferent, but he hesitated.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded on the hillside, and the leading guards made a gesture, and the guards began to slowly retreat.

Xiao Yu understood the meaning of that gesture.

So he stopped paying attention to the guards and focused on the top of the slope.

At the same time, Uncle Mu, Qin Mumian and Yi's attention also shifted.

Because the real master is about to appear.

Remnant snow in spring.

A burly man in a black robe with two knives on his back appeared above the slope, and with a loud shout, he pulled out his two knives from behind his back.

If every knife is used by an ordinary person, it must be held in both hands, and his two arms as thick as ordinary people's thighs are raised, and the knife is still held in one hand, or one in each hand.

He bent his knees, then raised the big knife in his hands high, jumped up suddenly, and with a whistling sound of cracking the air, he slashed towards Xiao Yu down the slope.

It's like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet falling from the sky.

What a terrifying power!

And Xiao Yu, who was under this "boulder", still had an indifferent expression, and he didn't seem to be able to see the big man falling above his head.

There was not even a look of surprise on his face, but even a hint of calm.

......

"It's just an empty realm. Qin Mumian said indifferently.

Yi glanced at the black shadow falling in the sky, and said in a cold voice: "But this terrifying brute force is enough to be comparable to the Upper Realm of the Void Netherworld. ”

Qin Mumian's body hiding under the carriage full of arrows leaned in again, and said, "I believe him." ”