I don't know how long it took, Yuwen Chenyi fell asleep in a daze, and suddenly felt a buzzing sound from the Tai'a Divine Sword in his hand, and the whole person immediately sat up as if reflexively. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He had seen in some sword books that since ancient times, the divine blades that could be channeled would often warn themselves before the master was attacked, and they used to only regard it as absurdity, and laughed at it, but now he is convinced.

Knowing that the sword buzzed to warn, something must have happened, holding Tai'a in his hand with one hand, and gently rubbing his bloodshot eyes with the other, a ray of moonlight shone in through the gap in the curtain of the carriage.

I couldn't help but have doubts in my heart, quietly scooped open a corner of the carriage curtain, and looked out, only to see that the moon was hanging in the sky, and the convoy had stopped at some point, and was camping in a birch forest for the night.

It was a small birch forest, sparsely populated with dozens of birch trees of various sizes, and the warriors of the Persian kingdom sat around the campfire in twos and threes, eating dry food with clean water.

Ulan sat under a birch tree not far from the carriage, concentrating on roasting a fragrant hare, and beside her sat a man in a black cloak, holding a roasted hare, eating it with relish.

Since the two of them were facing away from the carriage, they couldn't see the appearance of the person, and they could only see the general figure from the back, this person was thin, and seemed to be thinner than Wu Lan, presumably the priest.

Xiao Wenfeng was also "smoked" by the fragrant smell of barbecue at this time, swallowed his saliva, and said softly with envy: "Yuwen, when are you going to shoot two hares to fight tooth sacrifices, I'm too hungry." ”

Yuwen Chenyi glanced at him angrily, and said softly: "Look at your foodie look, isn't it easy to eat barbecue, I'll shoot him a dozen when I catch up with Ming'er, and I'll let you eat enough!"

Xiao Wenfeng smiled and said, "Yuwen, you have to talk about it, I won't eat beef tomorrow, I'm just waiting to eat barbecue!"

Yuwen Chenyi glanced at him speechlessly and said, "You guy is really incurable!"

At this moment, only the wind was whirring, and a rapid sound of horses' hooves sounded, and someone on the samurai side of the horse team shouted loudly in Datang dialect: "What kind of person? Stop!"

Ignoring the samurai's shouts, the man rode straight into the midst of the camping caravan, and both Uran and the black-cloaked priest were taken aback, threw away the hare in their hands, and quickly stood up.

Seeing this, Yuwen Chenyi and Xiao Wenfeng hurriedly looked out through the curtain, and their hearts suddenly jumped: It came so fast, it was really a grievance!

In addition to the six military attaches he saw at the Yuelai Inn, there were also four yin and yang men in purple robes standing beside Ming Chongyan.

All four of them exuded a powerful coercion, especially a middle-aged man in his forties.

Under the moonlight, I saw that this person was tall and thin, with a long white beard, holding a whisk in his right hand, his clothes were fluttering, and he looked like a fairy wind and bones, but in his two small and narrow eyes, there were bursts of fine light, which made people suddenly feel a chill when they saw it.

"These are all Persian barbarians, those two boys are definitely not among them, let's chase after them!"

This person rode on a tall and handsome sweaty horse, with a long beard in his hand, and his eyes were extremely sharp, glancing at the Persian warriors who were leaning around from all sides, and said as if no one was around.

"You are the barbaric and rude barbarians, eat my sword!"

Seeing that these people had brutally broken into the camp where they were resting, and scolded them for being Fanbang barbarians, Wu Lan was already so angry that he clenched his silver teeth, and with a bang, he pulled out the big sword on his back, and with a single arrow step, he had already jumped forward and jumped high, and slashed at the middle-aged man with long beards and fluttering head-on.

Yuwen Chenyi and Xiao Wenfeng are both knowledgeable people, and they can see that Wu Lan's sword is amazingly powerful, the big sword she holds with both hands is long and thick, and it is extremely fierce, if it is hit, I am afraid that even people and horses will be split in half.

The onmyoji on Ming Chongyan's side was also taken aback, but he didn't expect that Wu Lan had already made a lightning move without saying a word.

The long-bearded man's eyes flashed, and with a wave of dust in his hand, thousands of dust threads on the dust tail had already rolled the big sword in it, and gently took it out, and Wu Lan took the sword with him, and fell straight to the side, falling heavily on the ground more than ten meters away.

Fortunately, she was agile, and when she landed, she rolled over and resolved the power of the thousand catties falling, but the big sword in her hand couldn't hold it, and when there was a bang, it fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a burst of dust.

Wu Lan's heart was shocked, this hand of the middle-aged man with a long beard seems to be an understatement, but it is actually amazing, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and the strength of her hands is extremely great, and the sword momentum of this move is full of strength, coupled with her inertia of jumping, it is enough to split a hard rock weighing more than a thousand catties.

And this long-bearded man, with only the extremely soft dust silk in his hand, effortlessly rolled her with a sword more than ten meters away, and her cultivation was really unfathomable.

Seeing this, the warriors of the Persian kingdom drew their scimitars at their waists and threw themselves at the long-bearded man.

"Fanbang barbarians, who don't know whether they are alive or dead, dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head!"

The two onmyoji beside Ming Chongyan snorted coldly with disdain, jumped up from the horse, raised their hands and shot six spells in the air, and flew towards the six Persian warriors who rushed to the front.

The six warriors, seeing that the six charms were nothing more than fluttering yellow paper, didn't care, they still swung their swords at the long-bearded man, the scimitar in his hand had just been swung, and the flowing charms like flying leaves were already attached to the armor on their chests.

In an instant, the six samurai were like being pressed on the chest by thousands of pounds of boulders, poof, poof, all of them were crushed to the ground, and they screamed miserably, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew sideways, internal organs burst out, and they died on the ground.

The remaining twenty or so warriors were so frightened by this sudden and strange scene that they shouted in surprise: "Magic, the death magic of the Orientals!"

The two onmyoji easily killed the six warriors, and their faces showed a hint of pride, and they turned to the middle-aged man with a long beard and Ming Chongyan and bowed their hands, and said, "Second Master, Master Ming, you go first, and these Fanbang barbarians will be handed over to us to send away." ”

The long-bearded man snorted and nodded slightly, "After you send this group of barbarians, follow quickly, we must catch up with those two boys before entering Liangzhou City, otherwise once we enter the pass, it will be difficult to find them again." ”

After speaking, Le turned the horse's head and led a group of onmyoji to gallop forward, the horses ridden by this group of people were sweaty and bloody horses that traveled thousands of miles a day, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the vast night...