"Debt collection?" The old national teacher, who was sitting on the bed, looked at the white-clothed swordsman in front of him with a smile. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Of course!" the white-clothed swordsman unsheathed his sword and pointed at the old national teacher.

"Heh, you are worthy of being a man of destiny, your skills are not small, you..."

Without waiting for the old national teacher to finish speaking, the long sword in the hand of the white-clothed swordsman came straight to kill, and a sword pierced through the heart, and the old national teacher immediately drank hatred, only his angry eyes told the surprise before he died.

"Dying, how can there be so much nonsense!" The white-clothed swordsman pulled out his long sword, pulled the sword sheath, put the sword into the sheath, opened the door curtain, and walked out of the big tent.

As soon as the white-clothed swordsman walked out of the big tent, he saw a long arrow rushing towards him, and the white-clothed swordsman immediately swung his sword to block it, and at this moment, a team of barbarians with spears surrounded him.

"Whew... It's coming so fast!" The white-clothed swordsman shook his head and sighed softly.

"Nanren, what have you done to the national teacher!" the barbarian who looked like an officer asked sharply.

"What else, send him to your first king. Faced with the barbarians who were heavily surrounded, the white-clothed swordsman gave an answer without hesitation.

"You deserve to die!" Upon hearing the bad news, the barbarian officer burst into rage, his blood bursting out, and the spear in his hand pierced straight at him.

"Bell!" There was a crisp sound, and the barbarian officer's attack was easily blocked by the scabbard in the white-clothed swordsman's hand, "Go back!" The white-clothed swordsman's left hand instantly exerted force, and the barbarian officer immediately took a few steps back, and finally relied on the spear in his hand to stabilize his figure.

"You're too weak, change to a stronger one, or, you go together?" the white-clothed swordsman swirled his sword around his hand and pointed at the barbarians present.

Seeing that the white-clothed swordsman despised himself so much, the barbarian officer was dumbfounded: "Ah! Nanren sick man, An dares to insult me!"

After finishing speaking, the barbarian officer's blood soared, and several tabby-like stripes appeared on his body. "Eat me a spear!" the barbarian officer shouted, his speed suddenly increased, and the blood-colored spear stabbed straight at him.

"You're still far away!" the white-clothed swordsman still used his scabbard to receive the barbarian officer's hard blow.

One blow missed, the barbarian officer's attack changed again, turning the thorn into a smash, the blood-colored spear smashed down with a force of ten thousand equals, and the white-clothed swordsman blocked it with a horizontal sword, and the barbarian officer still did not have the advantage, "Drink!" The barbarian officer shouted, and his blood and qi exploded three times, and at this time, a tabby-like pattern also appeared on his face. "Tiger Strike!" the barbarian officer shouted his name, and his thick blood condensed into a blood-red tiger head, and he slammed into the white-clothed swordsman.

"Heh!" only heard a chuckle, but saw the white-clothed swordsman's long sword unsheathed, the sword light flashed, and the vicious blood-colored tiger head disintegrated. The extreme move was broken, and the barbarian officer, who was the recruiter, immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Commander, brother, kill this southerner!" Seeing that his own leader was injured, the barbarian soldiers who were watching the battle could no longer bear it, and immediately rushed forward, trying in vain to kill the white-clothed swordsman in front of him.

"Ahh It's stabbed into the honeycomb, but this seat is not easy to mess with!" The white-clothed swordsman smiled and hidden, the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into a long rainbow, and the sword light passed everywhere, except for a few officers who had cultivated quite deeply, the rest of the people were injured and fell to the ground.

"Qiang!" The white-clothed swordsman fell to the ground, the long sword in his hand was returned to the sheath in response, and his fairy-like posture was reflected in the eyes of the barbarians, and he could no longer raise the slightest battle intent.

The entire royal court was silent, and the white-clothed swordsman was expressionless, slowly walked out of the encirclement, and under the gaze of a group of barbarians, he walked straight to the exit of the royal court.

"Your Excellency, can you leave your name!" Seeing that the white-clothed swordsman was about to leave, the commander asked in a deep voice.

"What? Do you want your barbarian king who invaded the Northland to avenge you? Then you prick up your ears and listen! This seat, Zhou Muyu, the master of the Extreme Dao!" The words fell, and the white-clothed swordsman walked away.

"Lord of the Extreme Dao, Zhou Muyu!" the commander whispered softly, then woke up like a dream, and commanded loudly: "Go and see the national teacher." ”

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, and when they opened the curtain of the big tent, the corpse of the old national teacher with angry eyes came into view, and everyone immediately thundered like five thunders, "National teacher!" The commander rushed in, knelt at the feet of the old national teacher, and cried bitterly.

"National Teacher!" Outside the tent, all the soldiers immediately put down their weapons, knelt in front of the tent, and wept in a low voice. Only then did they know that Zhou Muyu was not lying, and the national teacher really had to be sent by him to see the first king.

The commander who knelt in front of the corpse of the old national teacher stood up, stretched out his hand and closed the old national teacher's angry eyes, and then got up and put the corpse of the old national teacher flat on the bed, and then the commander pulled the quilt and covered the old national teacher tightly, and then he picked up the corpse of the inhuman-looking barbarian in front of the bed and withdrew from the old national teacher's big tent.

The commander who retreated to the tent handed the corpse on his shoulder to the soldiers beside him, and then lowered the curtain of the old national teacher, and said softly: "Don't make a noise about the death of the old national teacher, and when the king returns triumphantly, we will inform you of this matter, so as not to disturb the morale of our army." ”

"Yes!" the crowd replied, bowing their heads.

"Well, in this way, leave two brothers in front of the national teacher's tent every day, and no one else is allowed to get close to the national teacher's tent, including the prime minister and others!" The commander continued to command.

"Yes!" the crowd replied again.

"Well, that's it, I'll guard it today, you go back to the barracks first, remember, don't divulge today's events!" the commander reminded again.

Everyone nodded, and in the end, the commander was really a little relieved, so that everyone present made a bloody oath, and then let them leave, while he and his deputy put away their sad emotions and quietly guarded in front of the national teacher's tent.

The sky gradually darkened, and after a day of wild running, the Right Sage King Tuoba Xionghe finally arrived at the Northern Frontier City with 300,000 barbarian cavalry. The barbarian commanders who remained in the northern frontier received the notice and immediately came to welcome the Right Xian King in person. Seeing the 300,000 army entering the northern Xinjiang city, the commander smiled happily and immediately informed the king of Youxian of the news of the barbarian king's all-out invasion of the south three days later.

At the same time, Zhou Muyu, who had left the Northern Wilderness Royal Court, returned to the cave where he was retreated yesterday, although the large-scale invasion of the barbarians was about to begin, but Zhou Muyu was not panicked at all, he knew that it was not the time to go back, at least he would not get the maximum benefit if he went back now, and he still had to perfect his killing moves, once perfected, his strength would at least go up to a higher level!

"Whew..." Zhou Muyu let out a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged in yesterday's position, slowly closed his eyes, closed his senselessness again, and perfected his killing moves in the sea of consciousness. (To be continued.) )