No one took this person who came out alone seriously, and the people of Ink Pond seemed to have forgotten about their battle because of the sudden appearance of this person.

However, in the pitch-black scabbard, the blue long knife as thin as a cicada's wings suddenly came out of the sheath, and a terrifying edge suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Ouch!"

Everywhere they passed, they turned their horses on their backs, and everyone only saw the Dao Dao sword light skimming, and the ghostly figure killed through the military formation of hundreds of people in this way.

No one even saw his sword, only the blade, until he slew it before the thief commander.

"Ahh The great master of the Dongxuan Realm made a heavy shield block the sword gang with his strong telekinesis, but before he could meditate and launch the chanting technique and mobilize the power of heaven and earth, the shield in front of him shattered, and the blue long knife directly split him in two.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone, and he slew it like this, cutting everything off with an invincible blade.

The Templar Commander's keen eyes noticed the man in black. The reason why they did not rush down to the meadow to rescue the people in the camp was because the two or three hundred fierce horse thieves were heavily guarded.

Naturally, he was reluctant to risk the lives of the Templars, and now that the leader of the horse thieves was dead and the rout was complete, it was time to reap the spoils. Forgive those simple little girls in the Ink Pond Garden, and they don't dare to compete with them.

So he drew his sword and shouted, "For the light, forward!" ”

The disciples of Mochi Yuan were ordered to escort grain and grass, and encountered this group of horse thieves, at the beginning relying on the heroic battle of the convoy and the disciples of Mochi Yuan, there were not too many people who died, and the most tragic casualties appeared at the end, the convoy was scattered and could not form an effective defense, and Mo Shanshan, who was exhausted of mental power, could no longer protect more people, and countless Yan pawns died tragically under the scimitar of the horse thief.

At this moment, Yang Wuyue's appearance instantly turned the tide, but before they could catch their breath and say a word, they saw those temple cavalry rushing in the distance.

"What are they going to do?" Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, now the horse thief has been killed by that mysterious person, although he thinks it is incredible, but it is still like chopping melons and vegetables. At this moment, those temple cavalrymen, with golden patterns on their chests, were like countless blooming sunflowers in the sun, and the flickering light was particularly dazzling, and their behavior was even more disgusting. But they could only be disgusted, Mo Shanshan, a simple little girl, guessed that they were going to grab the war merit. Although I felt very uncomfortable, there was no reason to stop it.

However, not everyone was as easy to bully as him, Yang Wuyue walked straight towards those cavalrymen, stopped them alive, and was about a few dozen meters away from the battlefield.

Without waiting for the commander to speak, Yang Wuyue asked, "Why do you watch from the wall and don't save you when you see death?" ”

"Presumptuous, who are you? What nonsense? Delay the chase of horse thieves and delay the fighter plane, can you afford it? This commander is here to help, and he still needs to explain to you? "The Commander of the Temple obviously knows this well, and the domineering one took off his hat first.

But not everyone likes to be reasonable, such as the current Yang Wuyue, he looked at the six hundred iron horsemen indifferently, and asked strangely and indifferently: "Have you ever seen the snow drifting world?" ”

"What?" The commander obviously realized that it was not good, but although the cultivation system of this realm was extremely powerful, there was a shortcoming, the telekinesis communicated with the vitality of heaven and earth and then used the mystical means, this speed was too slow, at least in the eyes of Yang Wuyue, it was slow to worry about it.

"Wow!" The brilliant sword light is like the drifting snow on this wasteland, Yang Wuyue rises violently, falls together, and passes directly through the military formation, the terrifying sword gang is like a snowflake also floating with his figure, six hundred iron horsemen without exception, all of them sealed their throats with a knife, and everyone fell straight off the horse.

This is different from the horse thieves who have just charged, those guys move too fast, Yang Wuyue can only kill them one by one, and the battle formation of these six hundred iron horsemen is extremely dense, and one knife is enough.

"Shhh Ning Que gasped, and Mo Shanshan was also immersed in this terrifying knife, and was shocked for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

"Mo Shanshan, a disciple of Mochi Yuan, has seen Mr. Thirteen!" The elegant Dahe Ceremony, even in this tragic battlefield, is still very elegant, the bookworm is very gentle, bright eyes and bright teeth, open-minded and delicate, gentle and kind, innocent, like a carefree blooming white lotus in the ink pool.

The moment she saw her, Yang Wuyue remembered the comment of the original fan, if there is really tenderness in this world, it is also the appearance of mountains and mountains, how many people used to be Bai Yueguang.

"Thirteen?" Yang Wuyue put the knife back into the sheath and said slowly: "Lord Moshan doesn't have to be polite, but you seem to have recognized the wrong person, Ning Que, should you give us an explanation?" ”

"Ning Que?" Mo Shanshan looked at the figure who had been with him for the past few days: "You are not Senior Brother Yang?" You're Mr. Thirteen? ”

Ning Que secretly complained, knowing that the matter of lying about his identity was exposed, and immediately smiled bitterly: "Lord Moshan, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hide it." ”

"You?" Mo Shanshan looked at Yang Wuyue in astonishment, "You are Senior Brother Yang?" ”

Recalling the sword technique just now, he suddenly felt a burst of sourness, and laughed at himself: "Yes, Senior Brother Yang's sword is eradicated in the world." We've only seen a few sword masters, and Mr. Thirteen has used some sword skills at will, and I'm far from enough. Turned around by you! ”

Ning Que became more and more embarrassed, he was indeed a master of using a knife, but there was really a gap between him and Yang Wuyue, he had used some knife techniques in front of Mo Shanshan before, and he was indeed extremely fierce, stronger than most of them had ever seen, but there were very few people in this world who had really seen Yang Wuyue's knife technique: "Lord Mo Mountain, I am indeed Ning Que, he is Yang Wuyue." Am I not as strong as him? ”

"Didn't you say that Mr. Challenge Second was injured and not well? Therefore, it is impossible to use strong means, and it turns out that it is all a deception. Your knife is nowhere near his level. "Mo Shanshan was a little clear for a while, Yang Wuyue defeated Wang Jingluo, who was invincible below his fate, the first wizard in the Tang Kingdom, but Mr. Thirteen was in the limelight recently, and Yang Wuyue disappeared for many days.

Yang Wuyue snorted coldly: "Okay, you Ning Que, just go out to report the trumpet, and use my name, did you do something bad to make me take the blame?" In the end, you have to pass the talisman to let me save you? ”

Mo Shanshan was ashamed and angry: "Mr. Thirteen is too ...... It's too much! ”

"I'm so sorry, I really, really didn't mean to!" Ning Que was dumbfounded, and it was difficult to ride a tiger for a while.

"Mountain, the Xiling cavalry is coming, I'm afraid they want to ask for the guilt!" Zhu Zhihua looked at Moshan Mountain and Yang Wuyue worriedly, and the Xiling cavalry of the brigade in the distance was approaching. Not far away, there was still a pile of corpses of Xiling cavalry, although Yang Wuyue killed them and made them angry, but this was bound to anger Xiling.

Mo Shanshan said worriedly, "Senior Brother Yang, did you cause trouble by killing the Xiling cavalry this time?" ”

"What's the trouble!" Yang Wuyue said disdainfully: "Lord Moshan should be the first time to go far away!" ”

"Yes!" Mo Shanshan did not shy away from the fact that she was indeed untruthful.

"There are only a few hundred thousand people on this grassland, and if you get annoyed, I will kill them all!" Yang Wuyue said casually: "You have to let people know that if you provoke you, you will have to pay a painful price that they are not willing to bear." ”

"If you don't believe it, you and I will join forces to draw a rune, and we will talk about it under the rune, and the posture of those Xiling leaders will be unbelievably low."