The rugged and difficult narrow mountain road is not an insurmountable barrier for the nine swordsmen with outstanding skills, and with their clever light body kung fu and lightning speed martial arts skills, they rushed to the mouth of the mountain pass in advance, and there is still room to lurk calmly, just waiting for the appearance of the main master.

The embarrassed fleeing cavalry obviously could not be the main general of the Yan Kingdom, the brown leather armor was always stained with blood, and the frightened face always carried the stunned aftermath of the catastrophe.

In between, Mo Yumei also saw a biaoxiong riding under the leadership of a general, shouting and galloping past, the momentum was not small, although Mo Yumei did not know that this was the vanguard of the right guard general Fu Yan led to Dongping, but she was also sure that this person was by no means the main general Murong Li, the royal family of Donghu would never wear such an ordinary armor, and that person's mount did not look particularly majestic, which did not conform to the Xianbei people's indication of the concept of hierarchy, therefore, Mo Yumei pressed the hilt of the sword and still waited quietly.

Until the sable fur hanging big silk appeared in Mo Yumei's sight, in fact, what was more eye-catching than this sable fur big silk was the majestic figure sitting on the black horse before the big sable. As long as you see the black iron armor on that person's body, which is completely different from most of the Yan Kingdom knights, you can see that his identity is different from theirs.

What's more, the moment she saw him, Mo Yumei was surprised to find that she remembered this face.

Memories that have been almost elusive and elusive are now resurfaced in front of me one by one. The first thing that Mo Yumei thought of was the skull...... The head of the first man, which had belonged to her, was pierced on the tip of a cold scimitar.

Her first man, the leader of the Haas tribe of the Ding Ling tribe, has the handsomeness of the rising sun, has the mind of the blue sky, and also has the strength of Achim, the god of war of the grassland, he is a legend on the grassland, he has a name similar to the god of war--- Hosim, as the leader of the Haas tribe of the spring god of the canon, he was able to have the most beautiful of the entire tribe, but also the most beautiful of all the tribes, the flower of the grassland--- Moligeyena, and at the age of twenty-six, he unified the three southernmost tribes of the Hass grassland, making the originally mediocre Haas tribe extremely strong。

The growth of the tribe became the first target of the Xianbei people's conquest, and on that day, the day when Hosim actually married Morigeyena, the Xianbei iron cavalry swept away the Haas tribe with the most rapid surprise attack...... The brave Horsim was killed in battle, and after killing no less than a hundred of his enemies, he was beheaded by the commander of the opposing side, and he also pierced his head on his own scimitar.

It was this person, Mo Yumei immediately remembered the situation of that day, it was him, riding on the first black horse, waving the head on the blade proudly, leading the fierce and cruel cavalry brigade, whistling and galloping under his eyes.

Mo Yumei had told Gan Fei about these pasts, but she did not say many of the details, including that she actually remembered the enemy who killed her man.

Murong Li, the Black Death of the Prairie, my enemy, the benevolent Goddess of Spring, has finally sent you to me after many years. When she found out that this enemy was actually the main general of the current Yan army, Mo Yumei's heart was almost an aria, she was excited and happy, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword even trembled uncontrollably. Even though I now have a new sweetheart, that doesn't mean I've forgotten my deep affection for my first man, Hosaka, the gods must have heard my call, and Morigyena is going to avenge you!

When Han Li shouted softly and ordered in a short tone: "Kill!" Mo Yumei was the first to jump up, her long sword was unsheathed at the same time, and a dazzling light and shadow swayed from the sword body, which went straight to Murong Li's throat.

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The swift figure leaped out from behind the boulder at the mountain pass, and the dark horse under Murong Li's seat reacted first, neighing, raising his forefoot high, and suddenly raising Murong Li by a position. Of course, Murong Li's reaction was also extremely fast, the crystal light of the sword shadow just swept in front of him, he had already drawn the knife in his hand, and the scimitar directly met the sword blade like lightning and thunder.

However, he soon realized that this was not a good idea, because there were several people attacking him at the same time, and each of them was so good at swordsmanship, that he could only catch the first blow, and he was a little overwhelmed by the follow-up attacks.

Although Mo Yumei was the first to leap out, the speed of the other swordsmen was not slow, and the figure of the dragon arrived almost at the same time, and at this time, it was when Murong Li's scimitar and Mo Yumei's long sword had just struck each other, and there was a soft clang.

The Arc Moon Curved Sword of the Blood Squire and the Broken Army Eagle Eagle Zhai Fei's Sudden Blade Qing Yu were immediately connected, and one left and one right struck Murong Li, and the sword blades of the Thunder Shocking Falcon Han Li and the Remnant Ghost Owl Yi Raccoon almost stabbed against Mo Yumei's figure, and the sword aura overflowed, and Mo Yumei did not relentlessly fight again.

There is no one in the world who can deal with such an attack, especially the monstrous sword momentum in the front, this is the joint move of the three major swordsmen of the Great Sima Mansion, Murong Li didn't know who the assassin was, but he also felt the power of this blow, he saw the opportunity quickly, hurriedly pulled out his feet from the stirrups, and didn't care about blocking with a scimitar, but leaned back and fell on the horse's back. The two swords did not retract, and as soon as they took their hands, the majestic black horse neighed again, and the middle sword knelt down.

Murong Li flipped on the ground a few times, both to dissipate the power of the fall, but also to widen the distance between him and the assassin, although this time it seemed a little embarrassing, but it worked, and the deadly and powerful sword moves all failed, leaving only the innocent black mount to block the disaster.

It was only at this time that the sergeants behind Murong Li reacted, and dozens of sergeants shouted in unison, clamoring and surrounding them. Murong Li stopped rolling, and finally stood up, Wuzi was still a little frightened, and some sergeants immediately came, dismounted and drew their swords, guarding both sides, and heard a Xianbei voice shouting: "Enemy attack!

Haven't you made it clear yet? This is not an enemy attack, this is an assassination of the king. Murong Li saw very clearly, the number of people who came was not large, and it could never be the ambush brigade of the Jin State foot soldiers, but for the swordsmanship of these assassins, Murong Li was still quite frightened, fortunately, the most dangerous first strike had been dodged by himself, and there were at least more than a hundred cavalry around him, as for the thousands of people in the main force of the Yan army who had retreated, they were hundreds of steps away from him, and when they heard the shouting, they naturally came to the rescue, so to speak, they are safe now.

Before Murong Li adjusted his breathing and looked closely, he suddenly felt the wind in his ears, and a few figures jumped out of nowhere, and when the first person approached, he was already killed with the guards on both sides, and the sound of sword strikes was endless. Taking advantage of this moment of engagement, the image of two more slender and slender people was the dexterous Feiyan, who had already avoided the formation of the melee when they moved, and it was actually in front of Murong Li.

Murong Li was furious, do you really think that my sword technique, which is known as the number one master in the clan, is at the mercy of others? The scimitar slashed out viciously, rolling up a strong current, but it should not be underestimated, the two light figures were suffocated, and the momentum was immediately retracted, Rao was so, and the two of them also felt the majestic power on Murong Li's scimitar, and they couldn't help but snort, stopped and separated the two sides, and then did not move rashly, but condensed and ready to attack.

From the clear voice of the comer, Murong Li heard that it was two women, and he couldn't help but feel angry again, no matter what kind of woman she came from, this king would never be defeated in the hands of women. Looking closely, the woman on the left is slender, covering most of her face with the sleeves of her robe, revealing an apricot eye that is blazing, while the woman on the right is petite, although her expression is cold, but her appearance is quite delicate, typical of a Jiangnan woman's appearance, a long sword pointed out obliquely, and the tip of the sword is facing herself.

Seeing that the enemy was two beauties, Murong Li suddenly laughed: "Women, it's okay to serve men, but it's not good to use a sword, against this king, it's a pity that your flower and moon look are on your head." He deliberately shouted it in Chinese, just to provoke the two women and find a gap.

Before he could say anything, Murong Li felt a pang in his heart, which was a precursor to the coming crisis, and it was also his premonition as a master of swordsmanship. Almost subconsciously, he looked back and saw that a dirt mark on the ground was silently approaching, reaching his feet. With a wave of the sleeves of the women's robe on the left, four sharp knife tips suddenly stretched out between the gaps in the five fingers, taking Murong Li's throat, and the woman on the right jumped lightly, and the long sword in her hand shrouded Murong Li's head. At the same time, the soil marks suddenly burst out, the debris flew sideways, and a short black-clothed figure was wrapped inside, and the two blue short swords also pierced Murong Li's heart fiercely.

Murong Li showed the ability of the first master of the Xianbei royal clan when he couldn't let go, he didn't retreat, he didn't dodge, he didn't dodge, but he mustered up his strength, and the scimitar drew a powerful semicircle, and he was protecting the place where he was attacked, and the three attacks hit almost at the same time, but after hitting the arc-shaped semicircle formed by the sword strength, he was shocked back at the same time.

This is the joint attack of the Soul Snatcher Pheasant Han Ni, the Raider Jie Yan Zhuo Qiuyi and the Shadow Spirit Bird Guo Feixiong, the three of them are known for their treacherous swordsmanship and smart body skills, but their male strength is not what they are good at, but they were blocked by Murong Li's sword strength within one move, but it is also unprecedented.

The corners of Murong Li's mouth twitched, and a cold smile appeared: "Amazing! Only he knew how much skill it took to avoid these three combos.

However, his praise came to an abrupt end with another slam that came from a woman, a lightning and thunderous attack in the midst of a fierce battle with the Xianbei warriors, and a killing move by a beautiful woman with long brown hair after the other assassins had blocked the sergeant's struggle.

It is rare for this king to have so many beauties paying attention to it, and when the killing move was steep, Murong Li thought of it without self-deprecation, and the fierce murderous aura of the sword made his beard shrink back.

The nature of martial arts gave him only time to flash his head back, and then, as a woman as fierce as a female leopard, continued to attack, and the brown-haired woman chased and slashed madly, and at the same time her mouth was full of hatred, as if she had a common hatred with her.

Murong Li couldn't remember the first tribal chief he had killed on the Le Grassland, so he had no way of knowing the origin of Mo Yumei's hatred, and what matched the monstrous hatred was this ferocious sword move. Even when he was full of energy, Murong Li was not absolutely sure to take this move.

Too fast, too ruthless and too vicious, this move made Murong Li's first reaction was to temporarily avoid his edge, and he stepped back. However, since this concession, he has fallen into a situation where he is restrained by moves, Mei Yu Guyan, the top three top swordsmen in the Great Sima Mansion, is like a river surging with one move, and the sword momentum after that is to take advantage of the opportunity.

The tip of Mo Yumei's sword provoked the debris of the dark iron armor, as if black dark stars were flickering, and Murong Li retreated, so embarrassed under the hands of a woman, this was the first time in his life. To add insult to injury, Han Ni, Zhuo Qiuyi, and Guo Feixiong saw that they were cheap, and with Mo Yumei's sword momentum, they also started a new round of attacks, and even Yin Jing, the life-seeking flying crow who was fighting fiercely with a group of guards, was unwilling to be lonely and gave Murong Li a blow. They may not know the source of Mo Yumei's resentment, but they will never let go of any opportunity to take advantage of it.

Murong Li finally couldn't avoid it, and at the moment when Mo Yumei's sword tip was about to cross his neck, a thought surged in his heart: "This king actually died at the hands of a woman!"

The cold sword blade swung unstoppably, Murong Li sighed secretly, couldn't help but close his eyes, and then, he heard a distant echo "~~~~~~"

Murong Li opened his eyes, and he saw a young man in black clothes and brown armor blocking the brown-haired woman's long sword with a strange blade, which was a two-edged weapon with a sharp edge, and at its rough appearance, it looked like a short-handled three-pointed and two-edged serrated ghost head knife.

Mo Yumei tried her best to hand the long sword further, but the young man's sneer prevented her from making further movements, like an iron wall, and it was difficult to advance an inch, which was Mo Yumei's most direct feeling.

Murong Li was relieved for no reason, that's right, this is the young man next to Murong Xuan, the king of Voldu, his arrival means that Murong Xuan, the king of Voldu, must have arrived, as long as he thinks of the soldiers under Murong Xuan, who are known as the gifts of the god of war, then all the problems will not cause confusion to themselves.

So soon, Murong Xuan's laughter echoed in Murong Li's ears: "Ha Lu Ha ”