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Seeing that big hand grabbing it, Zhao Yuan didn't dodge, standing like a mountain.

"Let's go!"

Seeing his subordinates grabbing Zhao Yuan, the burly young man seemed to take Zhao Yuan's capture for granted, and glanced at the sweeping Great Qin cavalry, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then, with a loud shout, he ran towards the grassland first, and the others followed closely around him.

The speed of the Thorn Slave Horse is extremely amazing, and the Thorn Slave people dare to provoke outside Blackwater City, relying on the speed of the Thorn Slave Horse, which comes and goes like the wind, so that the cavalry of Blackwater City can only look at their backs and sigh.

The big man urged the horse to a fixed time in front of Zhao Yuan, leaned over, leaned over and grabbed the placket of Zhao Yuan's chest with one hand, and lifted it upwards with the inertia of the horse.

The big man grabbed Zhao Yuan's chest and lifted it, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and Zhao Yuan's body was like a rock that didn't move at all.

At the same time, the horse was still galloping, and the big man was grabbing Zhao Yuan, but Zhao Yuan was not moving, like a rock.

An astonishing scene appeared.

The big man couldn't lift Zhao Yuan, and he was suddenly terrified, and his body was dragged by the giant horse as if it was flying in the air. The big man's riding skills are also exquisite, a pair of powerful legs actually clamped the horse's back and did not let go, and the big horse was braked under the wild gallop.

Zhao Yuan snorted coldly, raised his hand and grabbed the palm on his chest, pinched his fingers, and with a slight pull, the big man let go.

Between this grasp and release, the giant horse was stopped by the big man, and the front hooves were raised, and the big man used Zhao Yuan to control the horse, and now Zhao Yuan pulled his arm away, and immediately lost his center of gravity, and suddenly the person turned on his back and fell heavily to the ground.

"Rubbish!"

Hearing the sound of falling, the young man who was about to leave scolded angrily, and a group of big men urged the horse back, surrounding Zhao Yuan.

"Do it!"

Seeing the cavalry of Blackwater City rushing towards him, the young man's face showed an anxious look, he shouted, pulled out his sharp waist knife, and surrounded Zhao Yuan first. Dozens of big men knew that the time was urgent, and they were not verbose, and immediately pulled out their waist knives to tighten the encirclement, forcing Zhao Yuan to comply.

"The tiger is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat!"

In the face of the repeated entanglement of a group of stabbing slaves, Zhao Yuanzai couldn't control the roaring battle intent in his body, pulled out the black-backed long knife on his back, held the knife with both hands, and suddenly shook, and the knife cloth was shattered.

The thief captures the king first, and the man shoots the horse first.

There are no superfluous words.

Zhao Yuan, who was surging with fighting spirit, held a long knife in his hand, and stepped towards the young man who rushed over first. The black-backed long knife struck down like a bolt of lightning in the air......

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Long hair flying, blood raining, Zhao Yuan used the method of Yi Arrow Technique combined with "Jing" to lock the high-speed moving body, and the black-backed long knife directly slashed the young man's shoulder, slashing diagonally, without the slightest block, from the shoulder to the crotch, and then to the huge horse.

It's too fast.

It was so fast that everyone hadn't reacted yet, the young man had been slashed by Zhao Yuan under the horse, and even the body of the giant horse was cut in two from the horse's back to the horse's belly, and the internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a choking smell of blood.

Dozens of big men were stunned.

The air seemed to freeze.

Everyone looked at the mutilated corpse on the ground.

"He killed Prince Maudun, he killed Prince Maudun......" A big man fell from his horse, crawled to the bloody corpse, and howled.

"Kill, kill him!"

"Kill!"

Dozens of big men's eyes turned red, and they rushed towards Zhao Yuan in a frenzy.

War!

Zhao Yuan's battle intent was boiling, his murderous aura was surging, and the long knife in his hand was like lightning and thunder, and it was like the death scythe of the Hell Demon God, constantly harvesting life.

A knife.

Two knives.

Three knives.

......

The black-backed long knife rolled up one by one on the grassland, one after another, as if the water of the Yangtze River was flowing endlessly.

Zhao Yuan was immersed in the realm of "war" and could not extricate himself.

In Zhao Yuan's eyes, all moving objects were his hunting targets.

"Battle" is in the perfect tempering, in the blood of the surging battle intent, Zhao Yuan has a feeling of connection with the spirit of heaven and earth, that feeling, can only be understood but not spoken, as if the whole body and mind are immersed in a sea of killing, so that every pore has become a huge container.

In the continuous tempering, Zhao Yuan forgot the time and was completely dominated by that artistic conception, and it was not until the moving targets around him were killed that Zhao Yuan woke up from the boiling battle intent.

Rivers of blood.

Zhao Yuan looked at the mutilated corpses around him with a dull expression, among those corpses, in addition to people, there were also huge thorny slave horses, and the corpses of those horses were still twitching in a pool of blood.

The strong smell of blood in the air was disgusting.

Did you do it yourself?

Zhao Yuan was secretly frightened.

Could it be that this is the highest level of warfare?

Zhao Yuan ran the artistic conception of "war", and found that the "war" that had been stagnant had reached a critical point, that is, if he went further, he could be promoted to the cultivation realm of "strength", it turned out that the cultivation of "war" needed to kill people......

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In the distance, dozens of cavalry from Blackwater City looked at Zhao Yuan with a shocked look on their faces, and they didn't dare to approach, they had witnessed this massacre with their own eyes.

In this massacre, there is only one living mouth, and that is the middle-aged man who is holding the body of the young man and crying.

The man was able to stay because he didn't move.

At this time, the man stared at Zhao Yuan deadly, and there was endless hatred in his eyes.

Prince Maudun!

It seems that he really killed a big man.

Kill somebody to do away with a witness!

Almost immediately, Zhao Yuan thought of killing people and killing people, if he didn't kill people and kill people, the matter would be rumored, and the next chase would continue. Immediately, Zhao Yuan strode towards the middle-aged man with a knife.

"You're dead, you're dead!" The middle-aged man saw Zhao Yuan's thoughts, and was not afraid, looking at Zhao Yuan with a cruel smile.

"It's a dead ......" Zhao Yuan stopped and stared at the middle-aged man.

"Yes, you are dead, no one can escape the pursuit of the Shan Yu family, no one!" The middle-aged man looked up at Zhao Yuan with a hideous face and smiled wildly.

"Okay, I'll let you go back, remember, the surname is Zhao Mingyuan, if you want revenge, just find me Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan put away the long knife, strode to the middle-aged man's side, and leaned over to his ear.

"I remembered. The middle-aged man was stunned.

"I'll wait for you. ”

Zhao Yuan stood up straight, his long hair was flying, he was full of pride, standing like a mountain, looking down at the middle-aged man Ha Lu Ha Da Lu and said with a smile.

At this time, Zhao Yuan is no longer the Zhao Yuan who is cautious and trivial, afraid of wolves and tigers.

Just now, Zhao Yuan had already tasted the sweetness of "battle", and thought that the pursuit of the Shan Yu family could help him improve his strength, so he simply went straight to reveal his identity, and let the Shan Yu family send a master to accompany him to practice.

Only after fighting with Feng Guoshi and Hu Yansheng, Zhao Yuan is now more confident, although he can't beat Feng Guoshi, but he can easily escape, without the danger of his life, Zhao Yuan is naturally not afraid of the pursuit of the single family.

At the same time, Zhao Yuan suddenly realized.

He understood why the "Ten Thousand Enemies" was so difficult to cultivate at the beginning of the low-level, in fact, these cultivation methods were all in order to allow cultivators to survive.

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