The weather was fine, and the sun warmly penetrated through the cracks in the curtain and fell on Mo Ying's face in the camp.

Mo Ying has a very resolute face, and his temperament is actually very similar to Liang Lian. He and Liang Lian, a group of generals who belonged to the Shaozhuang faction in the army, had a lot in common, and in the final analysis, they both grew up in the era when they led the army in the Bashan Sword Field.

At that time, although the generals of the Bashan Sword Field were not as desperate as those cultivators of Zhao Jianlu, they had a firm belief that the generals of the other dynasties could not match. Cold, resolute, brave, fearless...... These were the temperaments that were prevalent in those who were born in the Bashan Sword Field at that time.

In terms of growth experience, Mo Ying also has a very similar experience with Liang Lian.

Liang Lian used to be just an ordinary coachman, while Mo Ying was a very ordinary pharmacist, not even a medicine officer on the battlefield, but only responsible for dispensing some basic hemostatic drugs.

Both of them finally became powerful cultivators because they came into contact with the powerhouses of the Bashan Sword Field.

And the most similar thing is that both of them betrayed the Bashan Sword Field, and they soon had a very high status.

Liang Lian is in charge of about half of the military strength of the defense army around Changling, and he is only one step away from being a marquis, as for Mo Ying, he follows the Marquis of Wei, and is the most relied on general under the seat of the Marquis of Wei, second only to the Marquis of Wei in power.

The only difference is that Liang Lian has been in Changling before, while Mo Ying has been leading the border army, and Mo Ying has really won the personal inheritance of the Bashan Sword Field, whether it is combat experience or personal cultivation, it is higher than Liang Lian.

Even Liang Lian is seeking to become the fourteenth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, and such a powerful military magnate who is stronger than Liang Lian naturally has the possibility of being a marquis. For so many years, Mo Ying has been willing to succumb to Wei Hou and lead the army for Wei Hou, and the real reason is only known to him.

The sun is warm, but the wind is cold.

Mo Ying put down the military briefing that he had read several times, took a sip of the tea that was warm on the charcoal stove next to him, and lowered his head to see that there were a few yellow spots on the ground in the corner of the camp tent, but a few yellow wildflowers had grown unconsciously, and he really felt some warmth.

The human spirit is easily tired when it is slightly relaxed.

Feeling a little tired, he sighed softly and rubbed his swollen temples.

After all, I am a little old, and my energy is no longer more than ten years ago.

But these exhaustions and sighs only lasted for a short time.

The yellow color in his eyes disappeared, and the few yellow flowers that were still alive before a few breaths turned a faint white, like a person's frosted sideburns.

The sudden aggravation of the cold wind not only quickly condensed the moisture in the air into frost, but even carried a strange smell, squeezing out the moisture from the green grass and flowers and freezing on the surface.

Such a domineering and violent Yuan Qi attack could only come from the killing intent of a powerful cultivator.

Mo Ying's resolute face had a few more wrinkles, he put down the slightly hot tea cup, and when he reached out and raised it again, there was already a short sword on the case in front of him.

This short sword was only one-third the length of an ordinary Great Qin longsword, and the entire sword body was very similar to the green of the green grass shoots, and the sword body to the hilt was full of fine white runes, like clusters of white flowers growing in the green grass.

This sword has been sealed a lot, and without the injection of vitality at this moment, the color is particularly bleak.

Mo Ying watched the time of the sword's breath and raised his head.

A sharp sword intent formed from the air in front of him, and with a bang, the heavy curtain was neatly cut off at the top edge and fell to the ground.

At the same time that a large piece of sunlight broke into his eyes, a man and a woman walked outside the camp gate.

The camp he was in was where the command center of the Qin army in this area was located, and I don't know how many sentry posts were arranged around, but what was frightening was that it wasn't until this pair of men and women openly appeared in the sunlight and came towards the main gate of the camp without any disguise that the cultivators in the camp found these two people.

The woman was slender and dressed in an ordinary blue coarse cloth robe, and there seemed to be wind and snow on her face, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

The man walking side by side with her was dressed in Changling's ordinary dark robe, but his face was covered with a black scarf.

The short sword on the case in front of Mo Ying shook slightly, and when he saw this female cultivator, he had already determined the identity of the other party.

As the commander of an army, there was an uninvited guest, and this should be the time for him to give the order, but he did not move, just remained silent.

"Stop!"

A threatening shout rang out in the barracks.

Even though it was impossible for the vast majority of people in the barracks to know the origin of the person who came at this time, the battle between the two dynasties was in full swing, and suddenly two strange cultivators came straight towards the camp gate, and anyone would feel inexplicably weird.

The two cultivators, a man and a woman, didn't seem to hear the shouts of the cave gold cracking stone at all, and still just walked forward at their original pace. "Put!"

Without any hesitation, another shout was accompanied by many terrible sounds of breaking the air.

Hundreds of arrows with faint flames fell like rain, scorching the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the area around the camp gate, but the most threatening thing was a flying sword hidden behind one of the arrows.

The flying sword flew in a vortex behind an arrow in an extremely sinister and stable manner, without making any unnecessary noise, or even affecting the arrow in front of it.

This is an extremely powerful flying sword control, even beyond the boundaries of True Yuan Cultivation, and in many cases it is enough to kill cultivators who are stronger than the True Yuan Cultivation of the owner of this flying sword.

When the flying sword quietly fell with these arrows, approaching a distance of several zhang above the heads of the two cultivators, the two cultivators still did not react.

However, in the next moment, there were more flying ice gravels around the woman's body. These ice gravels shine in the sunlight in a deep gray and blue-black hue.

Puff puff puff

There was a dense soft sound.

The arrows that really landed on the bodies of this woman and the cultivator beside her shattered one after another, and even the flying sword that seemed to be silent behind the arrows, but in fact concealed and contained a powerful Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, was also shattered at the same time.

For an ordinary cultivator, there seemed to be no difference between the powerful flying sword and these arrows, but to this woman.

In the minds of normal people, if such an arrow is a falling rock, then such a flying sword should be a small mountain.

How can there be no difference between a falling rock and a hill smashing into a person?

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and there was a dead silence in the barracks.

There was a click.

The gates of the camp made of heavy and coarse wood were broken, and chips of wood were scattered on the ground like splintered pieces of ice.

The man and the woman entered the camp through the big hole that had been opened.

In the next moment, an angry voice rang out. It was clear to any sergeant that as long as a powerful cultivator penetrated deep into the camp, some powerful talismans would no longer be able to work because of accidental injuries.

Five cultivators immediately greeted him, and pressed out all the true elements in their bodies without reservation, without any backhand.

Five different vitality, like five waterfalls gushing out, smashed towards these two people.

The woman didn't look left and right, but simply stretched out her hand and made a sword-swinging and slashing motion.

The wind stopped and everything froze.

The entire barracks fell silent again.

Everyone saw an unimaginably deep blue-black filling their eyes, like an abyss being pulled out of the ground and thrown into the bright sky at this moment.

This extremely deep color comes from a natal sword born in the woman's hand.

In the next moment, the figures of the five cultivators all broke off from their waists in two, and when they landed, there was a cracking sound of ice and snow falling to the ground.