But before the Flower Ancestor could finish speaking, Yun Tianyin, who flew over, swung his sword and cut off his head!

The head of the Ancestor of Xihua flew out more than a dozen steps before rolling to the ground, his face was facing the sky, his eyes were bulging angrily, and his mouth was still wide open, and he was absolutely blind.

"Cheap old thief!"

Yun Tianyin put away his long sword and spat hatefully.

As a woman, she hates lewd thieves the most, and the ancestor of Xihua still spoke foul language to her, no matter how good Yun Tianyin's temper is, she will hate it to the core, and she definitely hopes that it is best to be able to cut the ancestor of Xihua with a thousand knives.

Here, Qin Yun relieved himself, urged Jiuyang Divine Skill to recover his true qi, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Shi, let's go to support Mr. Lin's dart, they can't hold on!"

His Jiuyang Divine Skill had been cultivated to the realm of the fifth layer, and his true qi was booming, and he had recovered more than thirty percent of his strength in an instant, and he also had the ability to fight.

Here, the two of them teamed up to kill the Cherished Flower Ancestor, but the situation on Lin Weishan's side was extremely bad.

Although the four disciples of the Northern Hell Sect surrounded the black-robed man with their sword formations, their strength realm was too much inferior to the other party after all, and they were completely inferior.

The black-robed man's swordsmanship cultivation is still above the Ancestor of the Cherished Flowers, a Qingfeng long sword has an unpredictable power in his hand, the sword move style is fast and weird, and the powerful sword power is exerted between gestures, pressing the four disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect to the point that they only have the power to parry and have no ability to fight back.

His sword appearance is extremely peculiar, like the light of the cold water and moon, and the sword qi it stimulates is silent and uncertain, but it contains terrifying power. If it weren't for Lin Weishan's best efforts to support everywhere, I'm afraid he would have already broken through and broken through!

Rao was like this, and the four Sword Sect disciples were becoming more and more difficult to withstand the bombardment of the opponent's sword qi, and the decline became more and more obvious.

Fortunately, at this time, Qin Yun and Yun Tianyin killed the Ancestor of Cherished Flowers, and they could free up their hands to join the battle.

"Damn it!"

The black-robed man didn't expect that the Cherished Flower Ancestor would be so unbearable, originally thought that even if he couldn't take down Qin Yun and Yun Tianyin, the battle would last for a long time, and at that time, he could completely kill Lin Weishan and the others one by one, and then go back and support the Cherished Flower Ancestor.

It's good now. The ancestor of Xihua gave his life, but Yun Tianyin and Qin Yun rushed over to support.

The black-robed man suddenly let out a long roar, and the long sword swung out with sword light that skyrocketed, forcing the four disciples of the Northern Hell Sect to retreat in unison. Even Lin Weishan, who was on the periphery, changed his face.

Taking advantage of the panic of the five people, the black-robed man jumped up suddenly, rushing out of the siege of the sword formation like a ghost, sweeping dozens of steps away between ups and downs, and turning into a small black dot in the blink of an eye.

If a Huagang powerhouse wants to escape, it is extremely difficult to intercept it, even if it is extremely bad, with the power of innate Zhengang, he can escape like flying.

Whether it was Lin Weishan and the others, or Yun Tianyin and Qin Yun who had just arrived, they did not have the strength to pursue and intercept, watching this terrible enemy disappear into the reckless prairie.

In fact, with the strength of the black-robed man. Even if he added Qin Yun and Yun Tianyin, he would have the strength to fight.

Qin Yun used the Qiankun armor divine power and the Great Freedom Sword Intent. The three Xuanyang talismans are all used in a fine light, it can be said that the unique skills at the bottom of the box have been exhausted, and even the true qi has only recovered three or four percent, and there is not much difference between him and him in such a level of battle.

Yun Tianyin's strength is still there, but she is not a pure sword cultivator. The cooperation with the four disciples of the Northern Hell Sect may not be as good as Lin Weishan, and if there are too many people, they will be restrained and affect their performance.

It's just that the black-robed man didn't dare to risk his own net worth, he was just invited to join in the fun, and he was just a general friend with the ancestor of Xihua. How can you fight for your life without hatred that cannot be dissolved?

Seeing the tragic death of the Cherished Flower Ancestor, his fighting spirit suddenly weakened by seven points, so he found an opportunity to escape.

The more he reached his realm, the more he cherished his life, and the ancestor of the cherished flowers also wanted to run, but unfortunately he couldn't escape Yun Tianyin's killer move, so he had to fall and die without a corpse.

At this time, the sky finally dawned, and the sun slowly rose from the eastern sky, casting a thousand rays of light on the prairie.

In the distance, the roar of horses' hooves was heard, and hundreds of horsemen swept in, chasing and killing the fleeing horse thieves.

The guards of the Weiyuan Dart Bureau finally came out in a big way, and they came just in time, the camp of the horse thieves was completely burned, and thousands of horse thieves were killed and wounded, and the remnants completely collapsed, becoming fish on the chopping board!

Qin Yun, Yun Tianyin, Lin Weishan, and the four disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect turned back, only to see that outside the camp, Wei Feng and the black whirlwind of the three major Kou leaders were being killed, and there were two corpses lying not far away.

The two Sword Sect disciples stood aside and watched the fierce battle between the two sides, their bodies were stained with blood, and they had obviously experienced a tragic battle, but the expressions on their faces were very relaxed.

The return of Qin Yun and the others means that the outcome of this battle has been decided!

Black Whirlwind's face had a look of despair.

He dared to intercept the southbound convoy, and his biggest reliance was on the two Huagang powerhouses, thinking that with the strength of these two bigwigs, he would be able to win the convoy.

But he never thought that a night attack completely destroyed his dream, and the two ancestors didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and their second brothers and third sisters were all killed in battle, what chance did he have alone?

"Kill!"

This bandit Dakou's expression became hideous, and he swung his sword with all his strength to attack Wei Feng, which was completely a desperate fighting style with the same end, and he had to bite the opponent's sword even if he was fighting hard!

It's just that Wei Feng is above him in terms of swordsmanship cultivation and realm strength, how could he be intimidated by his madness, but instead saw the opportunity to dodge the opponent's heavy blow, and slashed his chest with a sword.

The Black Whirlwind's protective true qi was suddenly completely annihilated, and Wei Feng took the opportunity to suddenly bully him, regardless of the former's counterattack, a sword pierced his throat!

These two sword counterattacks are absolutely beautiful, whether it is the opportunity to grasp the fighter plane, or the angle and strength of the attack, they are extremely exquisite, showing the mastery of the Heavenly City Sword Sect's inheritance of swordsmanship, as well as Wei Feng's strength!

"Good!"

Qin Yun and the others, who were watching the battle, couldn't help but applaud loudly, even the four disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect were no exception.

The black whirlwind was shocked, and all the strength in his body was poured out with the spurt of blood, but there was not much pain and regret on his face, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes, and he fell to the ground in a daze.

Perhaps from the moment he embarked on this path, he had already realized his ultimate fate.

It's over!

The southbound team won the victory, and it was a perfect victory.

None of the disciples of the two sects who participated in the battle were lost, and although the casualties of the Weiyuan Dart Game were close to one-third, with this brilliant victory, the prestige of the Dart Game in the West Sea would be in full swing, and no one could compare.

The three major thieves who were rampaging across the West Sea prairie disappeared, the three leaders were all killed, and then dozens of horse thieves of all sizes were hit, and it can be said that the strength of the horse thieves from the middle to the south of the grassland was almost swept away.

Weiyuan Dart Game can use this to promote the business power to the central and southern parts of the West Sea, and the reputation of winning the horse thief can attract the favor of the masters and the powerful to join the team and the wealthy businessmen, compared to this loss is nothing at all.

In addition, whether it was Qin Yun and the others who didn't bother to search the battlefield at all, and gave all their captures to the Weiyuan Dart Bureau, you must know that the horse thieves of the three great Kou are not poor eggs, and the thousands of intact war horses alone are an amazing fortune, not to mention other seizures.

In addition, the heads of the leaders of the horse thieves such as the Black Whirlwind were also preserved with lime by Lin Weishan, and each of these horse thieves was burdened with heavy gold bounties, and the combined value was also extremely high.

Of course, Lin Weishan didn't dare to take this credit, and the final harvest had to be distributed to the disciples of the two sects.

By the time the entire battlefield was cleaned up, it was already close to noon, and the convoy continued to hit the road after resting.

Lin Mutao rode his horse and ran at the front of the team in high spirits.

In the early hours of the morning, he led the three hundred and fifty guards in the dart board to hunt down the horse thieves, and he alone personally beheaded more than thirty horse thieves, including five horse thief leaders.

It is definitely worth boasting about winning such a big record in the first dart, Lin Mutao is thinking about the scenery after he and the others return to Roulan.

He was even wondering if Mingxiu would be impressed by him because of this, but compared to Qin Yun's record, killing dozens of horse thieves by himself didn't seem to be nothing.

Hmph, it's just luck!

Lin Mutao scolded a few words, and the sudden unhappiness made him clamp the horse's belly and wave the whip, and the mount under his crotch suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, separating from the convoy for a distance.

Suddenly, Lin Mutao found that hundreds of steps in front of him, he didn't know when a man in white appeared, just in the direction of the convoy.

The white-clothed man stood alone on the grass, as if he could see what he could see.

Lin Mutao secretly felt strange in his heart, and he didn't want to be a fleeing horse thief when he looked at the other party, so he rode his horse and continued to gallop for a while, stopping almost two hundred steps away from the other party.

"May I ask who your Excellency is, we are from the Roulan Weiyuan Dart Bureau, do you need any help?"

Shao Darthead was in a good mood, so he spoke more politely, otherwise he would have to draw his sword and ask if he was a spy of horse thieves and bandits when he saw such a strange figure of unknown origin.

As a result, the man in white turned a deaf ear to his inquiry, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Lin Mutao shouted loudly again, but the other party still didn't move, and a trace of anger suddenly appeared in his heart.

He was about to rush up to give the other man a little color, when he heard the horse's hooves coming up behind him.

Lin Mutao looked back and found that this person was Qin Yun, and his heart became more and more unhappy!