"Don't listen to the rain?" Tuoba Yuanwu tried to recall the name in his mind, he felt a little familiar, but for a while he couldn't tell who it was. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Five knives. But at that moment, the man stretched out his hand, and his fingers were spread out, and said so.

The voice is cold, like the ice on the Tianshan Mountains, which will not melt through the ages.

"Huh?" Tuoba Yuanwu was stunned, obviously not understanding what this man meant.

"The first knife is Beitongxuan. ”

But the man didn't explain what he meant.

As soon as he spoke, the Nine Tribulation Knife in his hand instantly drew an arc in mid-air, and then a blade that was so fast that it was almost impossible to see flashed.

That edge came too quickly, and too suddenly, so that it was not until the edge flashed that Tuoba Yuanwu came back to his senses.

He was shocked at how Mo Tingyu's knife could be so fast, and wondered what his intention was with this knife.

But whether it was the shock on his face or the doubts in his heart, he put it away at a moment.

His left arm suddenly fell off at that moment, and a bloody light appeared.

Tuoba Yuanwu turned his head a little dumbly, as if he had not yet recovered from such a change, and when he saw the situation on his left arm, his face was finally full of fear at that time.

"You—" He trembled his voice and was about to say something, but at that moment, Mo Tingyu's voice sounded again.

"The second knife is for Xu Rang. ”

After that, there was another sharp edge, straight through Tuoba Yuanwu's right arm.

Like Fang Cai, Tuoba Yuanwu's left arm also fell off at that time, and hot blood spurted out of it.

"Ah!!h

Tuoba Yuanwu, whose arms were cut off, changed his face greatly, and dense sweat stains appeared on his forehead.

He's a star, the most powerful handful of people in the world.

But the man in front of him was playing with him like a child, and before he could even recover from the man's sudden surprise, his arms were cut off by the man.

Tuoba Yuanwu had never met such a terrible person.

He felt fear, a deep fear.

"Stop him, stop him for me!" he suddenly lost his mind, and shouted at the barbarian army behind him, how could he still have the majesty of being a barbarian king.

The army behind him also recovered from the shock at this time, and I don't know who shouted "Protect the barbarian king!" The barbarian army behind him subconsciously rushed up.

But at this moment, Mo Tingyu took a step forward.

"Do you want to be buried with him?" he asked, his voice cold and a playful smile on his lips.

The barbarians were stunned at that time, they were naturally not fools, and Tuoba Yuanwu, who was regarded as a god in their hearts, could fight so powerlessly, then what kind of terrifying situation would this man's strength be?

For a moment, these soldiers glanced at each other, and then the pace of charging and killing stopped, obviously hesitating.

"The third knife is the swordsman of Jiangdong. Mo Tingyu said again.

The voice was calm and cold, but when it fell on Tuoba Yuanwu's ears, it was like the urging Shura, and the impermanence of the soul was breathtaking.

He didn't have time to reprimand or reprimand his barbarians for being afraid of the enemy, and the moment Mo Tingyu's voice sounded, there was only one thought left in his mind - escape!

Yes, it's an escape!

This invincible barbarian king, at that moment, turned around quickly, and the spiritual power in his body was about to run into the distance.

But after all, he has no arms, so his running posture looks extremely ridiculous, and of course, a little pitiful.

And at this moment, another sharp flash flashed, and Tuoba Yuanwu, who had only run a few steps away, was like being tripped over, and threw himself to the ground in an extremely ugly posture of eating, and his left leg, from his knee, was suddenly cut off by some sharp weapon.

Blood naturally spilled out, and with a hint of golden blood, it soon stained the soil beneath him.

At this time, Tuoba Yuanburi's barbarian army was actually only less than a hundred zhang away, and he asked them for help, but the barbarian army had obviously been frightened by Mo Tingyu, and they actually took a few steps back at that time, as if they were afraid of being angered by Mo Tingyu.

The fear on Tuoba Yuanwu's face gradually became covered with despair.

He never thought that Xiliang, who should have achieved his great achievements, has now become his burial ground.

He was unwilling, but the strength shown by Mo Tingyu made him unable to resist at all.

"The fourth knife, for my apprentice, Su Chang'an. ”

Mo Tingyu slowly walked in front of Tuoba Yuanwu, and his cold voice was accompanied by a cold edge, cutting off Tuoba Yuanwu's last leg.

"Ah!!h

Tuoba Yuanwu let out a heart-rending scream at that time.

But not because of the physical pain, but the fear of impending death in his heart.

He didn't want to die, he finally took his tribe and sat on the throne of the nine clans from an inconspicuous tribe, and even he usurped the royal court and sat on the throne of the barbarian king that his ancestors could not even imagine.

He is already one of the most powerful people in the world.

He hadn't squandered his power to his heart's content, but he was going to die.

How could he be willing?

So, he used up the last bit of strength around him, turned over, and prayed to Mo Tingyu with a panicked face: "Please, let me go, I can leave Xiliang with my army, and never set foot in Xiliang again!"

"......" Mo Tingyu didn't seem to have heard Tuoba Yuanwu's words at all, and he raised the knife in his hand again with an indifferent expression, and he was about to cut it down.

This made Tuoba Yuanwu feel panicked, he could no longer care about the majesty of the so-called barbarian king, and prayed again with a crying voice: "As long as you let me go, my barbarian clan can bow down to you, and from now on, you will be the barbarian king..."

"......" Mo Tingyu's knife stopped, as if he was shaken by Tuoba Yuanwu's promise.

"Do you really think that you are the king of the barbarians?" After an extremely short silence, Mo Tingyu asked as he looked at Tuoba Yuanwu at his feet.

"Naturally, I am the barbarian king canonized by the Holy Son himself, how can it be fake?" Tuoba Yuanwu was like a drowning man grasping the last straw, he hurriedly explained, and a hint of flattery appeared on his face.

"I'm not a Terran. Mo Tingyu talked about things that he didn't seem to want to do with Fang Cai's topic at this time. "To be precise, I should be a descendant of the human and barbarian races. ”

Tuoba Yuanwu was stunned when he heard this, but the next moment a heavy joy appeared on his face, "It's better, you are the king of the barbarians, and then lead the army east into the Central Plains, but the people and barbarians are both in your hands." ”

In its opinion, Mo Tingyu is words are still greedy, and as long as he grasps this greed, he can seek a glimmer of life.

"So. ”

But Mo Tingyu's face was still extremely cold, and the knife he had just sent was once again raised by him.

"This last knife is not for the people of Xiliang, but for the common people of the three tribes of demons and barbarians. ”

After that, in Tuoba Yuanwu's shocked eyes, his knife fell straight on Tuoba Yuanwu's neck.