"Damn, take your life!" Jasven shouted violently, throwing the folding fan in his hand forward, and the figure followed closely behind, and the shadow of the folding fan in the sky covered his figure, making people dazzled, unable to see his true intentions.

"Sword Master, just in time!" Leng Qian also shouted loudly, and he won.

His movements were as fast as a hurricane, leaving countless afterimages of different rules in his passing, and these afterimages were all jade trees in the wind, and they were extremely fierce. Suddenly, the fan shadow in the sky shattered instantly, and the two of them each penetrated the afterimage in the air in the blink of an eye, and stood with their backs to each other.

No words!

A splendid and short battle came to an end.

Suddenly, Jasven coughed violently, spat out a mouthful of blood arrows, his body weakened, he knelt on one foot, and said: "I can't imagine that I haven't seen you for a year, you have improved a lot in martial arts cultivation, but don't be too happy, there is poison hidden in my fan." Do you feel a huge pain in your chest at this moment, the loss of true yuan, and the vitality is lingering but not gathering? ha!"

"Despicable, shameless, obscene and insidious villain!" Leng Qian turned around and said with a look of disgust.

As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood sprayed from his mouth, splashed on the ground, and black smoke came out in an instant. The man also fell to his knees in fear and exhaustion.

At this time, a sarcastic voice sounded: "I really think that I am invincible in the crazy pen and I understand the realm, and even if you are ironclad, you can't compete with our Jasven's despicability, haha!"

The person who spoke was sarcastic, but Jasven didn't dare to be angry, but said respectfully: "Thank you Leader Yang for your praise, this is what the little one should do!"

"Well, yes! Someone will help Jasven down to recuperate. The others continue to stand by me and guard them strictly! This place is only allowed to enter, not to leave!"

"Yes!

"Snap" a slap, and there was an explosion without warning.

"Damn, what do you call me? I don't have a brain, do you? Or is it in the water? Do you want General Ben to help you?" said the leader angrily as he looked at his freshly smoked men.

"It's the leader!" said the subordinate who was pumped respectfully, and couldn't help but feel serious dissatisfaction in his heart: "Your grandfather's, do you have a brain?

This subordinate bowed his head and cursed secretly in his heart, and he didn't know why he was so angry! At this moment, another subordinate hurriedly ran over and whispered something in the leader's ear?

The general leader suddenly laughed and said, "I just got the news, the big event has been decided, and all the twelve or thirteen-year-old and seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys in this village will be sent here for me, and the old man will be whipped and whipped well!"

"Yes!" the men who came to report the news were ordered to leave.

The subordinate who had just been slapped asked again, "Chief, what will happen to this person?"

"Lock him up with the second dog who just came back from collecting firewood, torture him, and ask for the passage up the mountain!"

"Yes!" said the beaten subordinate categorically.

As soon as his words fell, a very discordant voice sounded: "Yes! It's you Yang Hou a big king, let him go!"

Mo Ying really couldn't stand it anymore, and the moment he appeared to speak, he had secretly decided in his heart: even if it was Longtan Tiger's Den, he had to break through and go.

When the words fell, the ink shadow entered the center of the enemy area in the blink of an eye, stretched out his hand and quickly helped the jade-faced scholar Leng Qian up, and quickly pointed out, sealing the Tiantu, Tianfu, Cloud Gate, Jiquan and other important points, and then winked at Leng Qian, who seemed a little excited. Only then did he say coldly: "The general of the court is really mighty, he is not respectful of the will, not to mention disturbing the holy land of other mountains, and he also used the army?"

As soon as Mo Ying finished speaking, the subordinate who had been slapped hurriedly said: "Another one is sent to death, who are you?

Mo Ying didn't answer, his cold gaze crossed his eyes like a knife, and the subordinate who spoke strangely stretched out his hand and touched his neck, not daring to say anything more. The air around him seemed to freeze, and the slightest mistake would fly into his throat, causing his blood to splatter on the spot.

The subordinates who quickly gathered around also stopped, not daring to lean half an inch forward, and the air was filled with a cold burst of murderous intent.

"What a strong killing intent!Who are you?" Yang Hou asked coldly.

Mo Ying said: "You don't need to know who I am, Yang Hou, you just need to remember that today next year is your death day!"

Yang Hou furrowed his eyebrows and asked coldly: "Since you recognize me and dare to provoke me, do you know the consequences of challenging a great general?"

Of course, Mo Ying knew that he was born in Luoyang City since he was a child, grew up in the Shence Mansion, and came and went freely in the palace. He had seen many important officials in the DPRK. The memory of being a teenager is the deepest, how can you not remember it, not recognize it?

Before the age of twelve, my father had been carefully teaching himself, and he was all concerned about the law rate of the Tang Dynasty, the official rank, and the etiquette of the DPRK and China.

And when I was a child, I would occasionally see some files in my father's study, about personnel scheduling, personnel records, and there was this Yang Hou in them.

Thinking of this, Mo Ying suddenly smiled wickedly and said: "Of course I know, Yang Hou, a Hunan person, a military official, and a general of Dingyuan, made great military achievements in quelling the Mobei Rebellion in his early years, and was obsessed with cultivation, with a high realm and good martial arts. But he is stubborn and self-serving, not good at leading the army, not good at scheming, greedy for women, and cannot be of great use. ”

After Mo Ying finished speaking, he looked at this Yang Hou with disdain. Yang Hou was shocked in his heart, this record can be said to be his shame, and it is precisely because of this talent assessment that his career can be restricted.

Yang Hou couldn't imagine that after so many years, there were still people who remembered this talent recruitment record, which was his shame, he hated the copyer of this transcript to death, and hated the person in charge even more. Although he is dead, the outcome that defines his career has never changed.

How can you not hate? I can't wait to eat its flesh again, so Yang Hou gritted his teeth and said, "Are you from the Shence Mansion?"

Mo Ying said, "Can you control it? You just need to remember that the rules belong to the strong. Mo Ying looked at Yang Hou with a cold smile with an attitude of dominating the world and being proud of the common people.

How could Yang Hou endure such an attitude? He was still an arrogant man with yellow hair, and he had already been angry by Mo Ying's words, and his eyes flashed with fierce light: "Presumptuous, arrogant! Someone, take him down for me! If there is resistance, kill him!"

As soon as his words fell, a group of well-trained soldiers swarmed in, seemingly chaotic, but in fact quite orderly.

They quickly surrounded the ink shadow, but when they looked closely, they were in a three, three, five, and five shapes, each of them without fear, and the bright sword in their hands exuded a seeping luster under the torch.

Mo Ying raised the corners of his mouth, read into the sea of knowledge, his body moved, and the vitality of heaven and earth was instantly adjusted to his feet, hands, and body. Make the body appear in an ethereal state, reach the state of forgetfulness and selflessness, and let the swords and swords and shadows around him be intertwined, and never hear.

This was a bit too pretentious, and suddenly a soldier finally couldn't stand Mo Ying's pretending behavior, and shouted: "Up!"

A sound came out, and all of them moved, and the cold cold light seemed to be able to cut through the body of the ink shadow in an instant, and the ink shadow could even hear the wild laughter and roar in their hearts.

He didn't move, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly. But in the next second, an extremely shocking scene happened.

His figure disappeared in an instant, turning into a cloud of flying ink, bypassing the attacker's face, hands, chest, and legs, and instantly heard the sound of metal falling to the ground with a "bang", and the figure scattered, flying towards an unpredetermined trajectory, smashing on the person who was rushing to support, and suddenly fell down.

In an instant, all the people were stunned, they couldn't understand everything that Mo Ying showed, including Yang Hou!

Yang Hou was originally a cultivator, and from the cultivation exercises and the use of vitality shown by the young man in front of him, he could clearly feel that it was just a fateful realm at the beginning.

But when his figure disappeared, he thought it was the legendary disappeared demon, and what was even more hateful was that after knocking down everyone, he actually stood proudly in place, as if he had never left at all.

This completely subverted his thinking, and even the spatial laws of the cultivators. He looked at Mo Ying with a confused face and hot eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

Mo Ying smiled and didn't say anything. He took out a pill from his bosom that he had configured in his spare time in the stone house of the drug-free mountain, stuffed it into Leng Qian's hand and said: "Don't say a few days, I saw my predecessors again today, I should have been drinking freely, but who expected that there was a chai dog next to him, barking and barking! ”

After speaking, he smiled and looked at Yang Hou and said, "It seems that General Yang should not come here?"

"Joke! Young man, although I don't know where you come from, arrogance will always make people die miserably!" Yang Hou was able to say the language of the rivers and lakes that pretended to be forced to taste like a military camp.

"Yes, I really want to try! I have long heard that General Yang Hou has practiced, how can I know if I don't try?"

The ink shadow said to play, without the slightest stop, the one-handed tide was pulled behind the back, the beast Teng sword was in his hand, the luck shook, the scabbard was detached, like an arrow from the string shot towards Yang Hou, the figure moved, a sword stabbed out, accompanied by the roar of the dragon, in an instant, it was already stabbed three inches away from Yang Hou's neck, if he took a step forward, Yang Hou would definitely die on the spot.

After all, Yang Hou is not a vain person, although he was shocked when he saw this, but the defensive momentum was not weak at all, and the moment he felt the coldness coming from the tip of the sword, his body quickly retreated, and his hands were naturally separated, and the weather vitality instantly gathered in his hands, and when he burst back, his hands suddenly rose up, and the person immediately fell backwards, narrowly avoiding the sharp sword.

Before he could change the shape of his body that fell to the ground, the ink shadow twisted in a strange ghost-like posture in the air, so fast that only a black shadow was left, and the sword stabbed out again, and when the tip of the sword was about to stab Yang Hou's body, Yang Hou's body just hit the ground, only to see him slap his hands on the ground, and his body twisted into the air, looking like he was about to dodge a sword again......

When Yang Hou's figure was churning in the air, the beast sword in his hand let out a howl like a bull's roar, and the tip of the sword directly pierced Yang Hou's right shoulder, and the sword body emitted a red light, dyeing the night under the firelight like a sunset, reflecting on everyone's face, it was a little weird......

Yang Hou let out a miserable scream, his vitality condensed in his right hand, and he grabbed the sword body, he believed that he could control the sword that glowed red and stopped entering his body, he couldn't bear the pain of the tip of the sword piercing into his body.

No, it wasn't pain, it was a violent feeling of sadness, the red light from this strange sword seemed to swim in his body like a spirit snake, and it also had a temperature like a fire, burning every inch of his body, and the blood was constantly being sucked away by the sword.

He was frightened and calm, he needed to calmly stop such an action, Yang Hou successfully held the sword body, as he thought, the sword body did not penetrate half a point.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw Mo Ying with a devil-like smile on his face, and he immediately felt bad, urging the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi on his shoulders, wanting to destroy his shoulders in order to save his life and quickly get out of the battle circle. But his mind seemed to have been seen through by Mo Ying, and just when his swollen shoulders became thick due to the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, Mo Ying gently pulled out the beast sword again, and Yang Hou's body could no longer be controlled, flying towards the rear like a kite with a broken string, and slammed on the ground.

Then another jumped forward, stabbed a sword again, and said, "I won't kill you so quickly, since you are a cultivator, it just so happens that I will use it to sacrifice the sword!"

The words fell, and the tip of the sword once again reached Yang Hou, this time aiming at his left shoulder, and he was about to stab it, when suddenly a fierce energy in the air swept towards Mo Ying's body, and Mo Ying had to forcibly withdraw his sword, his body twisted in the air like a swimming dragon, and quickly withdrew three or four zhang away, avoiding this momentum, before he closed his body and stood proudly with his sword.

His eyes were fixed on the front, and he saw a middle-aged man about forty years old, with his head down, dragging a corpse in front of him.

Mo Ying was about to speak, but who expected the middle-aged man to speak first: "You want to ask me who I am, right?"