Boots on the ground covered with animal skins,

The blood-colored marks were a little dazzling, and the old man in the middle of the big tent was shocked, and he didn't think about running, the tribe was gone, where could he run when he was a lot older?

"You are the leader of the Huer tribe?"

Xu Xian ignored the limp barbarian girl on the ground, and looked straight at the old man, perhaps it was a problem of existence, the barbarian girl who was called the first beauty of the tribe pressed against the dagger on her neck was closer, and there was red blood dripping down the dagger.

The old man didn't have the sound of the pit, but listened to the gradually weakening shouting outside the tent, and all the chips disappeared, it doesn't matter where this Liangzhou iron horse came from and why he went.

"You are the son of Liangzhou?"

The old man carefully looked at the bloody young man in front of him, and the sea fishing documents of the Qingguo Imperial Court were spread all over the world, and he had heard of this vast Gobi.

"Oh, no, it should be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Then Xu Wu gave birth to a good son, and he dared to go north with a town of soldiers and horses, I am afraid that many tribes have been slaughtered on the way, in the words of your Qingren, it is really a hero out of a young man!"

"It's not a good thing that young people are too murderous!"

The old man sighed at the smell of the rich smell of blood coming from the man's body, and he didn't know if the road to the south would be smooth sailing.

"I don't bother you with that. ”

The stunned sword in Xu Xian's hand swung out the dagger in the hand of the barbarian girl and broke off, this fat girl blocked in front of her to seek death and life, and the appearance that you committed suicide when you approached me was really annoying.

"Are you tired.....

The old man looked through the curtain at the figure holding up the iron halberd outside the tent, and was silent for a moment, and the shouting and killing outside the big tent had gradually disappeared.

"You barbarians weren't tired when they killed people at the beginning, but now they are naturally not tired. ”

"It's still very enjoyable. ”

Xu Xian squeezed the corner of his clothes, and there was blood flowing out, looking at the old man in the big tent and chuckling, he finally met a barbarian who could speak Qingyu so fluently, and he didn't mind chatting with him more, after all, during this time, killing people was really just killing people.

"Killing people to pay for their lives, paying back debts, it is a matter of course, this is the rule of your Qingren since ancient times. ”

"What does it have to do with my tribesmen?"

The old man looked at the barbarian women and children fleeing all over the sky, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"In the past, you barbarians rode south to be wolves, so they treated the people of Liangzhou as two-legged sheep, and now why do barbarian women and children have nothing to do with them?"

"There are no innocents in war, do they?"

Xu Xian said calmly, the long sword in his hand had pierced the throats of too many people, and he didn't have much emotion when he killed people, and his emotions didn't fluctuate at the slightest bit when he looked at the women and children of those barbarians.

"What you can't kill is that there are 200,000 people in my Huer tribe, not to mention that there are millions of people in this vast Gobi, even if you can't kill them with a knife. ”

"Emperor Qingguo's ancestor can't, Emperor Wu can't, your father Xu Wu can't, and naturally you can't ......"

"What if you destroy the royal court?"

"After decades of recuperation, my barbarian clan will inevitably go south again, and use the blood of the people of Liangzhou to pay tribute to us!"

The old man didn't say any nonsense about when he was wronged, but narrated it plainly, letting go of life and death, but calmly at the moment, looking at the corner of the man's mouth with a sneer.

"Just because they can't doesn't mean I can't. ”

Xu Xian said softly, the stunning sword in his hand had been swung out, an old head had rolled down to his feet, and a string of transparent ghost blood agate on his wrist swayed, which was the product of the rough carving that Ma Youliang took away when he left the agate beach.

Come to the natural bring some souvenirs, otherwise it always feels unreal enough, out of the savage cave Ma Youliang grinned for the endless agate beach is still a little unbelievable.

Walking out of the tent,

I didn't plan to get any news from this person's mouth, and now that I was close to the barbarian golden horde, I just had to push it sideways, but besides, the old man's appearance was not soft.

The barbarian girl on the side just looked at it and only felt that the world was spinning,

"The Devil...... You're the devil......"

The barbarian girl exclaimed in a lame Qingyu, supporting her fat body with both hands and constantly retreating.

The figure in the big tent turned,

Another sword,

The head of the brute girl fell to the ground,

Blood splattered on the tarpaulin of the big tent,

The headless corpse slowly fell......

The barbarians who were still resisting outside the tent looked at the black shadow that fell to the ground in the big tent, and rushed to this side like crazy, and the iron halberd entered the abdomen, and there were intestines flowing out, but they still didn't care, and when they looked closely, they were all young and strong barbarians, and their eyes were full of crazy looks.

"The barbarian girl that His Highness just killed is the first beauty of the Huer tribe, and there are countless admirers in the tribe, and now I am afraid that I am here to avenge her. ”

Ma Youliang listened to the shouts of the barbarians in the distance, and said to Xu Xian, he naturally understands a few words of barbarian language that has been fighting with barbarians for a long time.

"This brute's taste is quite heavy. ”

Xu Xian remembered the barbarian girl in the big tent who looked two hundred catties away, and muttered subconsciously, the guards guarding him had already turned over and raised the iron halberd in his hand and rushed forward.

The vultures circled in mid-air,

In the distance, the howls of wolves were heard,

The Huer tribe is a feast that is far greater than that of the Tuoba tribe.

"Your Highness, there is another legend of this Huer tribe. ”

Ma Youliang looked at the field, there was no longer a standing barbarian, holding a cigarette stick and Xu Xian walked to the lake not far away, the blue lake water under the moonlight was like a mirror sparkling, and blood seeped in, showing a strange beauty.

"What legend?"

There is a wind blowing by the lake, with a faint water vapor is very comfortable, that is, the smell of blood on the body has been washed away a lot, I have seen a lot of lakes in the Gobi in my previous life, but I have never seen such a magnificent lake, like a flawless mirror inlaid on the green state, through the moonlight, there are fish swimming in the lake, and the surrounding water and grass are abundant, no wonder it can feed such a large tribe.

"Legend has it that there is a knife under this blue wave lake, made of meteoric iron outside the sky, and it is a well-known thing that the barbarian likes the knife, during which the knife has experienced dozens of masters, but without exception, all of them died. ”

"So this knife is called a fierce knife, no one is using it, this generation of barbarian kings can control it, but the reckless man does not use a knife, so this knife was suppressed by the ancestors of the Huer tribe in this town in the blue wave lake is a hundred years. ”

Ma Youliang took a puff of dry smoke and looked at Xu Xian's waist, always hanging a long sword, always feeling a little monotonous, now that he has just slaughtered the Huer tribe, this fierce knife is suitable for cutting barbarians.

There is a saying in ancient books,

The sword, to the also, to cut down to the one which it is struck also,

Catching and fighting is naturally unparalleled in the world with a sword, and those who can use a knife always have an inexplicable more killing spirit, and the barbarian who kills with a knife is still much happier after all.