A dozen fast horses poured down from the hill, all of them short mustaches and pigtails, strong men, with swords at their waists and torches in their hands. The weather was hot, but they were still wearing calf-length boots, which looked like gold men.

They rushed to the entrance of the village, and the Jin people led by the front stood still, raising their hands to stop the people behind from advancing. Because there was a man in front of him blocking the way.

To be prepared to say, it was a man and a horse that stood in their way.

A tall horse without a saddle and a bridle immediately bowed down to a man with a long sword at his waist, his hands hanging down, and he did not know whether he was asleep or dead.

The horse held its head high, its mane erect, and showed no fear in the face of the sudden light, but neighed loudly, and its front hooves ploughed the ground, as if ready to turn the incoming man over his back.

The Jin people are good at fighting on horseback, so the horses they ride are all good horses that travel thousands of miles every day, but compared with the horse in front of them, they are suddenly overshadowed.

"Good horse!" the leading Jin man couldn't help but secretly admire.

"Getting this horse is the biggest takeaway tonight. He thought.

Regardless of whether the person on horseback is dead or alive, he is determined to win this horse.

"Unahan, get out of the way!" he shouted in stiff Chinese.

The man on horseback was completely unresponsive. But he didn't dare to be careless at all, and he knew that the seemingly peaceful situation often concealed murderous intentions.

"If you don't get out of the way, you're welcome!" he drew his saber from his waist and stepped forward.

The man on horseback finally straightened his waist and yawned, as if he had been woken up from a sound sleep.

"You will be polite when you come to this village in the middle of the night? I will not be polite if I let you go, so I still don't let you, as soon as I let go of the whole village, the whole village will suffer. ”

This man's face was covered by a black cloth, although he couldn't tell his age, but his long hair was tied up and his body was straight, which complemented the horse he was riding, and he had a strong aura.

The Jin people at the head saw it in their eyes, knowing that this person would not appear at the entrance of the village in the middle of the night for no reason, but more like waiting for them here, if there was no place for others, how could they dare to ride alone to guard the intersection?

"You're the only one who wants to stop us, so as not to be a little self-defeating, right?"

"You can try it!"

"It's best not to try this lightly, because if you try it, you may lose your life. ”

"There's no way, for the lives of the whole village, I have to gamble once, in case I win!"

"You're from this village?"

"No!

"Haha... Then why are you so desperate for them? As long as you get out of the way, we can let you go!" said the Jin man at the head.

"You really just let me go? This doesn't seem to be in line with your usual style. ”

"Of course, there is one condition, the horse must stay. ”

"Hehe, I still want your Uncle Mo's horse, you really want to be beautiful. ”

"Your surname is Mo, what's your name? Lao Tzu doesn't kill nameless ghosts under the knife. ”

"My master's name is Moyu. I'm not afraid that you will know the name of the master, and it is not a big deal for a bunch of dead people to let you know. ”

"Who do you say is the dead man?" said the Jin man at the head.

"You're going to be dead soon, am I wrong?"

"What arrogant fellows! Brothers, come on!"

The Jin people behind drove forward together and surrounded the Mo language group in the middle.

"It's good, it saves me a lot of time to clean up one by one. Mo Yu clapped his hands and laughed, and pulled out his sword from his waist.

As soon as the cold front came out of the sheath, a powerful cold air came out, and the hot day also made those golden people can't help but shiver.

"Good sword!" the Jin man led by him couldn't help but praise.

"I have good eyesight, if I have the ability, I will be killed, the BMW is yours, and the sword is yours. Mo Yu smiled again.

That's how I thought about it. "The Jin people are not welcome.

"You really dare to think about it, it's good, take it!" Mo Yu said as he pressed his left hand on the horse's back, his body rose into the air, his right hand shook his wrist, the person was still in the air, and the sword blade had already pulled out three beautiful sword flowers and stabbed them at the eyes and eyebrows of the golden man.

What seems like a prosaic move is actually endlessly varied. This is the essence of Mohist swordsmanship, there is movement in stillness, change in movement, and uncertainty in change.

The enemy has to react fast enough to distinguish which of his three moves is a real move and which two are a false move, and then quickly respond, if the estimate is wrong, take the false move as a real move to defend, then the eyes and eyebrows will be pierced in one place.

Of course, even if the estimate is correct, the response must be fast enough, otherwise the real move will become a false move, and the fake move will become a real move. It's hard to grasp the real and the virtual. Moreover, the speed at which the two brothers of the Mo family came out of the sword was extremely fast, and ordinary people had already been hit by the sword before they could see where the sword came from.

The Jin man had obviously seen some of the world, and when he saw the sword style of Mo Yu's sword and the speed of the sword, he knew that it was powerful, and he was shocked in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about which sword was a false move and which sword was a real move. Fortunately, the interval between the three moves is very close, and you can block three moves with one sword, he thought.

So he raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, and slashed out with Mo Yu's sword.

He wanted to block Mo Yu's sword, and then take advantage of the weakness to attack Mo Yu's chest. As long as Moyu's sword misses, and the person has no support point in the air, it is extremely difficult to stab the second sword in a short time, and it is an excellent opportunity to attack Moyu's chest at this time, even if he misses, at least he can force Moyu back.

The golden man is burly and full of strength, and the power of this knife is indeed not to be underestimated, whirring with the sound of the wind, in stark contrast to the light and fluttering sword of Mo Yu.

The two subordinates next to the golden man also stepped in diagonally to assist from the side, swinging their knives left and right and slashing at Mo Yu's ribs.

A golden man in the back also urged him to step forward, ready to attack from behind Mo Yu.

The abdomen and back are attacked by the enemy, and the left and right are attacked, which seems to be carried out at the same time, but in fact, there is a difference between fast and slow. The short knife of the Jin man led by him first collided with Mo Yu's long sword, but Mo Yu's long sword did not move away from him by half a point because of his hard blow.

I only heard a "click", like the sound of a quick knife cutting cabbage, and the short knife of the first gold man had been broken into two.

The Jin people who were the leader were horrified, and when they saw that the Moyu sword had arrived, they didn't have time to think and hurriedly lowered their heads and hugged the horse's neck and rolled to the ground, dodging the sword in embarrassment.

At this time, the short knives of the two golden men on the left and right had already been cut, and Mo Yu took advantage of the falling momentum, and the return sword was to brush the two swords, and the two short knives suddenly became two broken knives.

The golden man behind him wanted to take advantage of the chaos to stab him from behind Mo Yu unconsciously, but as soon as he got close to the phantom blood, the back of the phantom blood seemed to have eyes, and his legs were kicking backwards, kicking the head of the golden man behind him, the horse neighed in pain, his body shook from side to side and fell down, and blood flowed out of the horse's mouth.

The golden man also fell from his horse, and only held himself steady when he was about to touch the ground.

Mo Yu looked back and touched the phantom blood's head and said, "Man, you can still help me defend against the enemy!

"Be careful, everyone, the weapons in the hands of the enemy are too powerful. The Jin man, who was at the head of the group, got up from the ground and greeted his companion in Jurchen language.

Mo Yu couldn't understand what they were saying, so he only smiled at the Jin man who was the leader: "Don't you want this sword?"

The Jin man at the head was afraid of the sword in his hand, where did he dare to take half a step forward? Mo Yu took a step towards him, and he quickly took two steps back, still holding the broken knife in his hand.

"Hey, I said you should come to get it, don't retreat!"

"You're just a sword, and if you didn't have it, I wouldn't have lost to you. ”

"Oh, well, I don't use a sword, I'll play with you. Mo whispered as he sheathed his sword.

The Jin people led by him said this just to put on a face, but he didn't expect Mo Yu to really be fooled, and he couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart. Throwing away the broken knife in his hand, he took a short knife from the hand of the golden man next to him, walked towards Mo Yu, and stood still in front of Mo Yu.

"For the sake of fairness, the two of us go it alone and don't want anyone else to help. The head of the Jin people said.

"Heads-up? Not interested! Just ask them to go along. ”

The two golden men who had also broken their knives glanced at each other, and the short knives they had asked for from their companions also surrounded them, and the golden man who had fallen off his horse also slowly approached with a short knife. The rest of the people cheered on horseback with torches.

The four of them surrounded Mo Yu in the middle, staring at each other. The Jin man led by him made an offensive gesture, and the four of them pounced on Mo Yu at the same time, and the four short knives beckoned to Mo Yu's body at the same time.

I saw Mo Yu suddenly rise into the sky, jumping up much higher than their people, and the attack of the four people failed. After avoiding the short knife, Mo Yu quickly slapped a few palms with the momentum of the next pounce, and they only felt a flower in front of them, and the sound of "pop papa" sounded, and three people had already been slapped in the head, and blood flowed out of their eyes, ears, nose and mouth in an instant, and they slowly fell down and stopped moving.

The Jin people led by him were slightly stronger, saw the opportunity faster, retreated in time, and were not hit, but he was already so frightened that his face was bloodless. It was the first time he had seen someone with such a fast shot and such a deep palm.

Mo Yu stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked towards the Jin man at the head, who couldn't help but retreat with a short knife. Seeing this, a few more golden people hurriedly urged their horses to rush over to support.

I saw Mo Yu's body shaking again and again, grabbing the horse's legs and knocking those people and horses to the ground.

"Get the hell out of here. Mo Yu clapped his hands and said.

The men got up from the ground with a grunt and threw their knives at Mo Yu.

The Jin people led this time were obedient this time, although they looked like they were going to attack, they didn't really come forward. He had already seen that Moyu's kung fu was by no means something that they could not acquire, and even if they did it all, it would be useless. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, those people fell again.

Including himself, there were only five people left. What he was thinking about now was not how to defeat Mo Yu, but how to escape quietly. But Mo Yu didn't seem to give him a chance to run, and stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked towards him again.

He kept retreating, and behind him was a large cornfield, and he thought that as long as he escaped into the cornfield, covered by a cornstalk taller than a person, it would be difficult for Moyu to catch him.

Of course, Mo Yu saw his thoughts, and said, "Don't think about it, you won't succeed." As she spoke, she threw herself at him. He knew that he couldn't run away, so he simply swung his knife to meet him.

At this moment, the phantom blood hissed, and it turned out that the remaining four golden people saw that the leader was in danger, so they attacked the phantom blood to distract Mo Yu's attention.

Phantom Blood is not an ordinary horse, although in the face of four gangsters with knives, it does not mess up at all, and keeps flying backwards, and no one can approach for a while.

But no matter how powerful it is, after all, it is a horse, and running is its strength. A golden man's short knife almost slashed its neck.

Mo Yu guarded the horse with a heart, threw away the golden man at the head, swept back, and the sword was unsheathed again, sweeping the four people with a cold and murderous aura.

Before they even knew how Moyu's sword got in front of them, they already felt the pain of their skin.

"Didn't you say you don't use a sword?" these were the last words spoken by the last Jin man.

"Do you believe whatever I say?" said Moyu.

It's just that no one has heard about it, and the people on the ground are all dead, but what about the Jin people who are the leaders? Naturally, they have already run away, and his subordinates have created an excellent chance for him to escape, so how can he not run?

Mo Yu had no choice but to give up, but fortunately, the phantom blood was not hurt except for a small scratch on his leg.