When a crisp stirring sound sounded in the vast mountains, the surrounding snowflakes were instantly chaotic, and the snow on the ground slowly flew up, constantly rotating, forming a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, and between two or three breaths, it was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, splashing a huge whirlpool to surround the middle, blocking Wu Li and the Xianbei first-class martial artist, only a pair of legs could be seen, and the feet sank down on the snow, and they were quickly submerged

Inexplicably shot out a series of internal force sword qi from the wind and snow storm, and swung towards the snowball, the sword qi cut through the solidified cold air, and the snowflakes broke off, revealing an incision in the snowflakes in the sky. The snowball exploded, drowning in the flying snowflakes, dense, extremely dense, and there was no human figure in sight.

The five masters and six masters who were riding their horses and galloping wildly looked at the sudden scene in shock, and their frightened expressions appeared on their faces undisguisedly, and at the same time, the horse thieves and Xianbei people who were fighting with white knives were also attracted by the movement here.

A fierce battle, suddenly silent like a tiger.

In the white sky, a young man in white was riding a horse, and he seemed out of place in this sudden silence, his movements were very light, very slow, and he carried the reins, and emerged in the vastness.

Carrying a black wooden box on his back, wrapped in a white cloth, fluttering in the wind, wearing a white headband on his head, even if the east wind of the wilderness was strong, it only blew ripples, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, just staring intently ahead, his gaze was blank, and he defied everything.

Someone moved, it was a Xianbei person.

Gu Qingci approached the Xianbei man, preparing to pass in front of him, the Xianbei man suddenly slashed sideways with a knife, without any prelude, nor any fancy moves, just the simplest and most effective way to kill, silently, and extremely fast.

At the same time, several Xianbei people rode horses.

Just when the blade was about to enter the skin, Gu Qingci suddenly turned his head and glanced at the Xianbei man, his eyes were unwavering, but the Xianbei man's heart was sudden, and before he could react, he found that the knife in his hand was gone, and the doubts only appeared for a moment, and he never had a chance to think again, a blade broke out of the air, swept directly through his throat, blood sprayed, and then fell to the ground, the war horse happened to stagger with Gu Qingci, galloping to the side.

Gu Qingci held the hilt of the knife in his hand, raised his arm and cut it horizontally, and in an instant, he cut off the head of a Xianbei person, and a huge stream of blood gushed out of his neck, which was unique in the vast wind and snow, and his head with open eyes rose into the air, saw his own body, and then fell to the ground and rolled out.

"I don't have any good feelings for foreign races," Gu Qingci said to himself lightly, "I know that there is a time and space that has experienced the Five Hu Chaohua, it was a dark era, the Han people are called two-legged sheep, and they are food that can walk, so I think that if they are not of my race, their hearts must be different......"

Gu Qingci turned over and dismounted as he spoke.

There were several Xianbei people coming in front of him, and he couldn't rush over on his horse, and he felt that the war horse he was riding was a little timid, and seemed unwilling to move forward, so he didn't force it, and got off the horse.

"I know that there are different positions and different ideas, and I never ask everyone to understand what a nation is," Gu Qingci walked forward step by step, still saying lightly: "I don't want everyone to understand my extreme behavior, for example, there are always people who think that other ethnic groups also support peace, so we have to forgive them......"

A knife cut, the internal force was abundant, a Xianbei man's scalp exploded, stained red with snow, his waist was straight, his arms were steep, and the sharp sword broke the throat of a Xianbei man before the scimitar attacked.

Gu Qingci said unhurriedly: "Someone once slaughtered our compatriots, but later some people forgot; some people once chose to forgive, but later he thought he was a good person; some people once felt that their compatriots were dead, so there was no need to care, and later, I didn't have a chance to kill him to calm down!"

"So, so, ah, I'll kill people today, because, I'm Han, and we have different positions!"

The three horses were staggered like lightning, Gu Qingci glanced at it sharply, and there was only an afterimage left in the place, and then he disappeared into the wind and snow, and suddenly fell from the sky, and then, a few traces of light and shadow evolved, and a few Xianbei people came out of blood-colored slurry, spraying his face all over his body, and the smell of blood was revealed, he didn't care, he was used to it!

"I originally came to kill horse thieves, but now I have become a horse thief, just because, I am also Han!"

Gu Qingci's horizontal knife turned into a blade in the snow and killed the past, and everywhere he passed, as always, there were wrecks everywhere, and there was no one alive.

......

The winter wind in the wilderness rose again, but it blew the hair in front of Qingci's forehead, because the blood had congealed on his face, and he walked in front of the snowstorm.

By this time, the snowflakes had already dispersed.

Wu Li stood in the snow, a spear stood in front of his brow, which had almost been inserted into his eyebrows, he closed his eyes and waited for death, but after a long time, he didn't feel a trace of pain, so he quietly opened his eyes.

The Xianbei master still stood in front of him with a gun, maintaining the posture when he closed his eyes, the only difference was that there were a little more snowflakes on his body, and there was a difference, there was a sword inserted in the body of the spear, this sword was like a human bone, white as jade, very thin, and directly pierced the body of the gun.

Wu Li was very puzzled, he didn't know why this happened, and moreover, why didn't the Xianbei man kill him?

At this time, he saw a blood-stained young man slowly walking over from the side, still holding a red, blood-soaked scimitar in his hand, walking in the wind and snow step by step, but it seemed to come from the sky, and with each step, the scimitar fell a piece.

First the tip of the knife broke, then fell, and then there were dense cracks on the body of the knife, and one by one began to fall, until the young man came closer, and even the handle of the knife became broken and flew away from his palm mixed with snowflakes.

Wu Li raised his eyebrows, he had seen this person.

Just now on the mountain, he had been fighting with this man for hours in the snow, a man who was so bored that he was willing to bargain with the horse thief for some money, and finally, a little bit of caution that he didn't give away.

Wu Li looked puzzled, but Gu Qingci didn't seem to see him, nor did he see the Xianbei master, so he walked over directly and gently held the hilt of the sword.

"Be careful!" Wu Li blurted out.

Gu Qingci didn't even look at Wu Li, he directly pulled out the sword, turned around and left, he carried the sword and walked towards the other Xianbei people, he remembered that there were also some Han women who were dragged by the Xianbei people in rags in the snow, as if they were animals, so he wanted to kill!

Wu Li looked at Gu Qingci's back in shock, and then turned his head to look at the Xianbei master in front of him, making him wonder, this person was still standing motionless in the snow, as if he couldn't see Gu Qingci, as if he was frozen, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Click"

At this moment, Wu Li suddenly heard a cracking sound.