Chapter 529: Glory (Page 1/1)

Horse thieves appeared when people began to tame horses and use them as mounts to be able to go farther away.

Horse thieves are certainly a very old profession, but there is one profession that has been around longer than horse thieves.

This profession is to kill for others.

To put it simply, it's a killer.

It is impossible for ordinary people to have their own dead soldiers and disciples, but in many places in the Northern Wei Dynasty, a habit was formed a long time ago.

When they could not bear the raiding and torture of some horse thieves, some villages would band together, gather money and food, and then invite those who were strong enough to deal with the horse thieves.

Horse thieves have three, six, nine, and so on, and killers naturally have three, six, nine, and so on.

The owner of the Full Moon Scimitar is the most powerful killer of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

In the past 20 years, the full moon scimitar has always reaped life when it appeared, and no one missed.

And it was not only those ordinary horse thieves who died under this sword, but also powerful Divine Mind Realm cultivators.

It's just that no one thought that this full moon scimitar would appear at this time.

Except for Yang Lu, I'm afraid no one knows whether the owner of this Full Moon Scimitar was worshiped by Yang Luo from the beginning, or if it broke out after this great war and he arrived here with the army.

And no one thought that the owner of this legendary magic knife would be such a man who looked elegant and elegant.

There was silence on Jiangxinzhou and the north bank.

Even if the owner of this Full Moon Scimitar was not that kind of sub-saint, he would definitely not be an ordinary Divine Mind Realm cultivator.

Just watched him walk towards the pontoon, thinking about the strength of the one-armed Taoist, but no one in the Northern Wei Dynasty felt that he had a better chance of winning.

However, all of them were wrong.

The one who will really face this magic knife this time is not the original Taoist.

An old man from the Sword House stood up.

He had been sitting before.

Because he only has one leg.

Only his right leg was intact, and his left leg was broken at the knee.

But at this time, with only one leg, he stood up like a normal person, and then walked forward like a normal person.

The true yuan that he had accumulated in his body for many years slowly flowed out of his meridians, like an invisible leg, supporting his walking.

He was wearing a very old cloth garment.

This cloth coat is a little too thick in the summer at this time, and although it is not worn out in many places, there are many broken threads.

The old man usually looked very short when he sits, but when he stood up, everyone was surprised to realize that he was a tall man.

He also has a lot of scars on his face, but these have faded and are covered by wrinkles.

His eyebrows were thin, almost none, which made his countenance look a little strange.

When he stood up, the original people already understood what he was going to do.

The original Taoist turned around and bowed to the man.

The old man, who was almost the same age as the original Daoist, also bowed his head, and then continued to move forward, landed in front of Lin Yi, turned around and bowed seriously to Lin Yi.

His face was very solemn, and Lin Yi knew that he was ready to face the Northern Wei cultivator who was coming at this time.

The old man's name was Yan Wumei.

Not because of his unique appearance, but because of everyone in the Sword Pavilion, he remembered it very clearly.

Because from the time he became the master of the Sword Pavilion, he understood that these people in the Sword Pavilion had all entrusted their lives to themselves.

There are not many people in the Sword Pavilion anymore.

"I may die, but there is absolutely no way he will cross this pontoon bridge and appear in front of you again. ”

Yan Wumei raised his head, looked at Lin Yi's eyes, and said this very respectfully.

Before Lin Yi could speak, he had already continued, "In the minds of many people, the most glorious moment of my Sword Pavilion should be when the Lord of He Pavilion was promoted to the Three Saints of Nantian, and dozens of people from my Sword Pavilion guarded Longzhou Pass, and they killed all the Feiyun Riders. But we in the Sword Pavilion don't think so. ”

"That's relying on the strong to bully the weak, our Sword Pavilion is too strong for those armies, and killing them may not make us feel proud. ”

"But now that you are standing here, you will make the 100,000 army of the Northern Wei Dynasty helpless, this is the glory of our Sword Pavilion, and the glorious moment of our Sword Pavilion. ”

"Even if all the people in our Sword Pavilion die here, if even the strongest White Bone Army of the Northern Wei Dynasty joins and can't capture this city, this is something that my Sword Pavilion can look up to. ”

"There are many things that are more important than life and death. ”

"Please be perfected, don't be sad. ”

Lin Yi took a deep breath.

He didn't say anything more, just bowed slowly.

The heavy armor of the Teng Snake on his body was still entwined with rising water vapor, and when he bowed down, his armor emitted many crisp vibrations, accompanied by the assassination of those remnants of the Northern Wei soldiers by the Golden Crow Cavalry, and a one-legged old man stood in front of him, such a picture looked very solemn.

"That rumor is not wrong, Lin Yi of this Tie Ce Army is the master of the Sword Pavilion. ”

Yang Yan squinted at such a picture, and he said softly with some difficulty: "How did he become the master of the Sword Pavilion?"

He has never been good at thinking.

Even if it was a conquest and a large army, he almost relied on instinct.

Fighting and then winning, for him, it was like a unique talent born with him.

"The information is unknown, but I think it should be related to He Xiu. One of the generals whispered behind him.

"It has something to do with He Cultivation, then he should be almost a disciple of He Cultivation?"

When Yang Yi heard this answer, he seemed a little satisfied, and he said softly to himself: "That seat is like a fool dying in his hands, and it is not wronged. ”

"Yes!"

Several generals behind him were stunned, but they all heard his intentions and heard that he was speaking for Xi Ruyu, and immediately bowed down and replied.

The owner of the full moon scimitar has reached the pontoon.

This middle-aged man who looked very elegant, looking at the old man who stood more stable and taller than most people in the world with only one foot, felt the unruly aura emanating from the other party at this time, and the other party's telekinesis towards the four directions of heaven and earth like substance, he frowned, and then bowed slightly, "Junior Yang Wan, I have seen my senior, but my predecessor is the master of the Tiandu Sword?"

Yan Wumei nodded.

The owner of the Full Moon Scimitar, a man named Yang Wan, was still deeply furrowed when he raised his body.

Wrinkled because it's hard to do.

He knew that the other party was too strong, and the most important thing was that with the other party's physical condition at this time, he would smash all his strength into this battle.

But his brow quickly loosened, and his eyes returned to calm.

His fingers pressed slightly on the hilt, and countless lines of sword light flashed on his knife.

This was a truly substantial sword light, as sharp as a sharp blade, but these sword lights did not fall directly at Yan Wumei in front of him, but slashed towards the sky above.

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