At night, the firelight flickered in the wind, flickering and dimming.

Occasionally, a strong wind blew, rolling up a cloud of yellow smoke.

Whistling by, a desolation.

In the dilapidated tent, there was a faint pile of firewood.

A fat rabbit and a pheasant were roasting on the fire, and the thick aroma of meat came to the nose.

There were only one man and one cow in the tent.

Li Ping'an's own tent, other tents are all living in one tent with three or five people.

Because of the huge body of the old cow, Li Ping'an could barely be squeezed out of this tent.

Someone wanted to squeeze with Li Ping'an, but Li Ping'an said that there was no place in the tent.

The man asked Li Ping'an to take the cow out, the cow is a beast, where will it be afraid of wind and sand.

Li Ping'an said, "It's not a beast, it's a family." ”

The drizzle sword slowly flew onto the rabbit meat under Li Ping'an's control, and with a little force, it separated the meat from the meat.

After these days of cultivation, Li Ping'an has been able to simply control the Drizzle Sword to do some ordinary things.

It may take some time to just hurt people with a sword.

Personality: [Diligence can make up for the achievements of clumsiness, and there is a slight success]

[When you study and practice, the longer you go, the faster you will practice]

[Up to 2 times the normal cultivation speed increased to 3 times]

A thought flashed.

Li Ping'an meditated on the Nirvana Sutra for a while, and sure enough, he made greater progress than before.

"Moo!"

The old cow snorted dissatisfiedly.

Li Ping'an came back to his senses, only to realize that his mind sank.

caused the drizzle sword to dance wildly and accidentally stabbed into the old cow's tail.

Li Ping'an smiled, and was trying to comfort and comfort the old cow.

The sound of the wind suddenly became faster, from slow to urgent, and became louder and louder.

"Whoosh!!"

A sharp arrow broke through the tent and hit the ground three feet away from Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an was stunned for a moment.

....... My tent...

"Enemy attack!!"

Someone yelled outside.

A crossbow arrow shot out of the woods, swooping into a man's throat.

It is the crossbow of the Turks

This is a crossbow invented by the Turks in response to siege warfare

Silk and linen are twisted into strings, light and strong, and elastic is strong.

At a distance of more than 300 steps, it can still penetrate the depth of half an arrow of hard elm, which shows its domineering.

Using a foot pedal, using the strength of the whole body to wind, hand-held stable aiming and launching.

Within range, the bolt can pierce through heavy armor.

In the distance, dozens of dead soldiers leaned back, stepped on crossbows, and tightly hooked the bowstring with their hands.

Whoosh!!

Arrows rain down on the enemy like a flying fly.

In an instant, everyone in the camp became targets.

Fortunately, these people in Lichun Temple are all well-trained killers.

Dodge, or find cover to dodge, and move freely.

For some reason, the other party did not dispatch many people.

After two rounds of fire, the enemy abandoned the crossbow.

Turned over and slashed over.

These people are well-trained elites, who come on horseback, lined up.

Like a tiger descending from a mountain.

A small piece of venue suddenly gathered into a sea of people.

The sound of gold and iron resonating kept ringing.

The killer of Reiharuin is very aware of where his advantages are, and he does not clash head-on with the other party, and specializes in chopping horses' legs.

Every now and then, a sword stabs from the shadows and strikes them a fatal blow.

One horse after another broke their legs with a wail.

A man in a white robe walked out slowly, without any weapons on his body, or rather a weapon of his own.

His face was extremely pale and sickly, and his body was as thin as if a gust of wind could blow it.

His steps seemed slow, but in a few breaths he was approaching the carriage.

Small steps in the clouds.

Monk?

The man's goal was clear, and he headed straight for the carriage.

Liu Yong brandished his saber, trying to stop him.

But there was a terrible loud noise from the man's body, and heavy qi spread from his body, and the frightened galloping horse let out a frightened neigh.

Haoran Xuangang, with a wave of his big sleeves.

Rolling the air wave, a violent gang qi hit the wheel, and the wheel broke in response.

The steed also fell to the ground, wailing, and could not get up again.

It's terrifying.

At this time, the mysterious monk in the carriage also made a move at the same time.

A palm burst out of the car.

There was no sound of wind and thunder, no whistling, only a strong killing atmosphere.

In the deafening roar, the two exchanged fists.

In the space between the two, a circle of force was formed.

Suddenly, the man felt a cold light sweep over his body, giving him the feeling of being cut by a knife.

On the battlefield, in addition to the mysterious monk in the carriage, there is also a master?

In the whistling wind, a long knife was drawn with lightning speed.

The knife came so fast that the man saw only a flash of white light, and the blade had already flown to his side.

Bang!!

The man raised his other hand, and the air flow around him immediately turned black, and a cold aura filled the entire space.

stopped Li Ping'an's knife.

However, he was also distracted by the mysterious monk in the carriage.

The man took a few steps back, steady.

Shout~

A crisp sound.

The finger-long, handleless drizzle sword went around his side and slammed straight at the man's throat.

The man was taken aback, not expecting that there would be a monk.

Don't dare to be careless, turn your breath.

A palm shook the flying sword away.

Not good!

The man's heart tightened, the power of this flying sword was too small.

It's not the power of a monk.

Li Ping'an leaned over, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and the qi and blood surging up and down his body were like a long river.

The power of the whole body is poured into one move.

Knife drawing* Diagonal sheathing

Draw a circle and push through the bones.

The blade slashed deep into the man's sternum.

The man's face changed suddenly, and he wanted to fight back.

But the mysterious monk in the carriage would never let go of this opportunity, and pointed his hand at the sword.

Cut an arc through the air and behead it.

The master's move is often only in a moment.

A single thought can often determine victory or defeat.

.........

The sound of fighting is becoming more and more fierce and chaotic.

I thought it would be a bloody battle, but when the morning sun rose on the horizon.

The battle was already over.

There were corpses lying on the ground, and the killers of Lichun Yuan killed these more than fifty Turkic dead soldiers at the lowest cost.

Maybe the other party didn't have time to mobilize a stronger force, or maybe it was something else.

But all in all it is a good thing for them.

Li Ping'an raised his head and heard a low voice, it was a crow hovering in midair.

Meanwhile.

Starting from Lichunyuan, the other three horse teams that left the four towns of Anbei were also attacked.

The battle situation was much more tragic than Li Ping'an's side, and the three horse teams were all wiped out.

They are decoys, bait for Ma Sanniang to deliberately attract the attention of the enemy and distract the fire

Such a stroke was recorded in the history books of later generations.

The wife and son of Xiahou Shang, who blocked the Turkic 300,000 iron cavalry for the Great Sui and protected the peace of the border, was assassinated by the Turks on the border of the Great Sui.

It's just that there will be no record in the history books that the blood of a group of unknown killers flowed in that battle.