Of course, even if you rush forward, it may not be safe, and the small-scale battle of wits between the two scouts on the border can be described as doing everything.

Lao Dongran had heard of a battle case, two rangers hedged against each other, one party suddenly fell into a pre-dug pit, and then was easily slaughtered by the opponent, and the side that dug the pit was the predecessors of these black crows in front of him.

Lao Dongran's footsteps did not stop, but the speed was not very fast, and half of his attention was placed on his feet, always on the lookout for things like ambushes or tripping horses by masters.

Snatch and snatch!

Behind him there was a muffled sound of crossbow bolts hitting the ground, and the white horse in front of him stopped abruptly and leaped to the side very abruptly, avoiding his edge.

Lao Dongran's pupils shrank suddenly, but he didn't notice anything abnormal behind the huge body that Bai Ma jumped on.

His heart was slightly relieved, but suddenly there was a sound of canopy above his head, like the hunting sound that only occurs when the flag is unfurled in the wind.

No, not just the flag, but also the cloak, the crow's cloak!

Lao Dongran reacted almost instantly, but the strong wind had already hit his body, and he didn't have time to dodge.

He raised the long knife in his right hand, held the blade of the knife with his left hand, and slammed it upward, looking up.

The long knife roared, and the awe-inspiring knife qi filled the sky, like a fierce Jiao with a vaguely recognizable shape and a tail swinging its head!

The tail rises from the blade, and the head and body rise upward, biting at the person who attacks in mid-air.

Almost at the same time, a black cloak symbolizing death covered the sky, and everything in heaven and earth suddenly lost color.

In the quiet darkness, a blade of red, purple, blue and yellow, depicting countless complex patterns, suddenly appeared, instantly attracting all of Lao Dongran's mind.

Like a gentle spring breeze blowing through the white snow on the branches, the blade swiped downward, and the fierce sword qi was easily cut in half from head to tail, gradually disintegrating into nothingness.

In Lao Dongran's incredulous gaze, the beautiful and terrifying blade continued to slash down, lightly tapping on the long knife in his hand that was blessed with a large amount of spiritual energy.

The long knife immediately followed in the footsteps of the fierce knife qi, and broke into two pieces silently, which was not much stronger than a piece of tofu.

The blade did not stop in the slightest, and continued to slash diagonally downward, the afterimage was like a rainbow, outlining an unusually beautiful trajectory in the air.

Lao Dongran roared angrily, his body suddenly became shorter, he leaned back, and lay down on the slope in embarrassment.

Gangyi instantly enveloped his whole body, and he let go of the two severed knives with both hands, and slammed them inward, clamping the blade that was slashing towards the top of his head.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a chuckle from above his head, and when he heard it, he knew that he was a young man.

With this chuckle, the long knife blade that Lao Dongran was sandwiched in his hand onto the blade, from the handle to the tip of the knife, the countless complex and beautiful lines gradually lit up.

Especially near the blade, those strange lines with red and purple, twisted and unrestrained, shone brightly, like a fierce tiger jumping and galloping.

No, not like that, but it really jumped off the knife with a colorful tiger!

Lao Dongran thundered in his mind, as if he heard the roar of a tiger in the forest.

This is...... The pinnacle of the Great Perfection Grandmaster!

In the next moment, only Liu Tugou and Lao Dongran's visible colorful tigers slammed down on Captain Wan!

In the eyes of Cao Chunfu, Xu Dongjiang and other black crows, all they saw was an adult jumping down from the mountain wall, and one person and one knife crashed into the raging knife qi below.

No matter how the opponent dodges and blocks, he can't block or dodge the powerful and dazzling knife.

The arrogant and ferocious Captain Di Wan didn't say a word, and he was pierced through his eyebrows by this crisp knife, and he died!

The slaughtering knife entered from Lao Dongran's eyebrows, piercing the entire skull and sinking into the ground, which was as easy as eating and drinking.

Liu Tugou landed firmly on the ground with his feet, held the handle of the knife and gently pulled the slaughtering knife away inch by inch, the knife on the knife was bright, and there was no dirt ~ filth.

He walked slowly up the hillside, to the last warm sunlight south of the arch, and behind him his cloak danced like waves in the evening breeze, as deep as the darkest of nights.

The shadows inside the arch were crowded with people, all of whom were Di people who rushed up with the captain.

These most fierce Di warriors cowered and huddled together, watching the brave and invincible captain being stabbed to death, and watching the demon god-like young crow in front of him calmly carry his knife up the mountain, he was a little at a loss for a while.

Liu Tugou grinned, and reached forward with his left hand into a claw.

The first few Di people immediately screamed, their bodies were crumpled into a pile by an invisible force, and a terrifying huge depression appeared on the surface of their bodies, and internal organs and blood overflowed from their mouths and noses.

Then, with a pop, cavities such as heads and chests were pinched and exploded, and the inner walls of the arch were instantly covered with all kinds of colorful, slippery and disgusting internal organs and bodily fluids, and the people who were still alive were also drenched all over their faces.

It was only at this time that a dark red aura tiger claw slowly took shape inside the arch.

Liu Tugou, who had caused this tragedy with his own hands, was stunned, and waved his hand to dissipate the tiger claws that had just been condensed.

He was silent for a long time before scratching his head and muttering to himself, "Does this count as listening to thunder in a silent place?"

Liu Tugou's voice was very soft, but around the dead arch there was no less than thunder.

"Devil!"

Such a cruel and evil killing, such a tragic and painful death, the remaining Di people instantly collapsed, and they all let out terrified screams, and fled to the arch in a hurry.

Di Qi, who had not been able to witness all this with his own eyes, was equally startled by these people who had internal organs on their bodies and exuded a disgusting smell.

"The Black Devil killed the Captain!"

"Run, hell behind this arch!"

These frightened Di people couldn't even wait for their fellow clansmen blocking the mountain road to get out of the way, and without hesitation, they drew their swords and cut down all those who stood in their way.

Others tore their comrades off their horses with red eyes, and they themselves scrambled to climb up, galloping in any direction, slashing their horses' buttocks with their cutlass as they ran.

Death and blood, unspeakable madness and fear of the unknown have infected everyone like a plague.

Nearly 2,000 Di cavalry began to flee frantically.

At the arch halfway up the mountainside, Liu Tugou put the knife into the sheath and quietly looked at the Di people who had fled all over the mountain, with neither pleasure nor compassion.

"My lord, the head of Captain Diwan is here, next?"

Xu Dongjiang held Lao Dongran's translucent head and brain-drained, stood aside and asked cautiously.

Cao Chunfu stood a little farther away, and was wrapping the embroidered spring knife broken in two with the silk on the ground.

Ah Wei walked out of the arch with his head held high, snorted in the wind, and said pleasantly: "It's a pity that the head of that commander is broken." ”

The people of the Fourth Banner have become accustomed to Ah Wei's words, and in terms of realm alone, this half-step inspired horse demon is the second person of the Fourth Banner.

"Ah Wei, do you remember the three chapters of my agreement with you?"

The white horse shook his head impatiently, and the long hair on his neck trembled like a wave: "Of course remember, you must not eat people, you must not kill innocents indiscriminately, and you must not take pleasure in killing." Seriously, the unintentional method I have practiced is based on the blood and death qi, and if I don't kill more, when will I be truly enlightened?"

Liu Tugou grinned: "If you violate the three chapters of the covenant, you will die immediately, what are you talking about being inspired?"