No one took this person who walked out alone seriously, and everyone in Mochiyuan seemed to have forgotten their battle because of this person's sudden appearance.
However, from the pitch-black scabbard, the blue long sword as thin as cicada wings was unsheathed boldly, and its terrifying edge suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Bah!"
Wherever they passed, people turned on their backs, and all they could see was the flash of swords passing by, while the ghostly figure pierced through the military formation of hundreds of people in a single encounter.
No one even saw his sword, only Dao Gang, until he reached the leader of the horse thieves.
"Ah!" The powerful mind master of the Dongxuan Realm used a thick shield to block the sword. However, before he could meditate and activate his mind skills to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, the shield in front of him suddenly shattered, and the blue
The long knife directly cut him in two.
This sudden change shocked everyone, and he just killed it, cutting off everything with his indestructible blade.
The temple cavalry commander noticed the man in black with his keen eyes. The reason why he did not rush down to the meadow to rescue the people in the camp was because the two to three hundred fierce horse thieves on horseback were heavily guarded.
Naturally, he was unwilling to risk the noble lives of the Temple Knights, and now that the leader of the horse thieves was dead and the defeat was complete, it was the time to harvest the spoils of war. I bet those simple little girls in Mochi Garden did not dare to compete with them.
So he took out the sword in his hand and shouted: "For the sake of the light, move forward!"
The disciples of Mochiyuan were ordered to escort the grain and fodder. They encountered this group of horse thieves. At first, relying on the heroic battle of the convoy and the disciples of Mochiyuan, not too many people died. The most serious casualties appeared at the end, when the convoy was scattered and unable to do anything.
After forming an effective defense, Mo Shanshan, who had exhausted his mental power, could no longer protect more people. Countless Yan soldiers and civilians died tragically under the machetes of horse thieves.
At this moment, Yang Wuyue's appearance instantly reversed the situation, but before they could take a breath and say a word, they saw the temple cavalry charging towards them in the distance.
"What are they going to do?" Mo Shanshan frowned slightly. At present, the horse thief had been killed by the mysterious man. Although he felt incredible, he still solved it like chopping melons and vegetables. At this moment, the golden patterns on the chests of the temple cavalry were shining in the sunshine.
They were like countless blooming sunflowers, the flashing light was particularly dazzling, and their behavior was indescribably disgusting. But they could only feel disgusted. Even the simple girl Mo Shanshan guessed that they were
I want to win the war. Although I feel very uncomfortable, there is no reason to stop it.
However, not everyone was as easy to bully as he was. Yang Wuyue walked straight towards the cavalry and stopped them, about tens of meters away from the battlefield.
Without waiting for the commander to speak, Yang Wuyue asked: "Why do you sit back and watch, seeing death without saving anything?"
"Wantless, who are you? What nonsense are you talking about? Can you bear the responsibility for delaying the pursuit of horse thieves and wasting the opportunity to fight? I, the commander, have rushed to help me. Do I still need to explain to you?" The commander of the temple obviously knows this well, and he arrogantly buckled down first.
Take off your hat.
But not everyone likes to be reasonable. For example, Yang Wuyue looked at the six hundred cavalry indifferently and asked strangely and indifferently: "Have you ever seen snow falling on the world?"
"What?" The commander obviously realized that something was wrong, but although the cultivation system in this world was extremely powerful, it had a shortcoming. The power of mind to communicate with the vitality of heaven and earth and then use mysterious methods was too slow, at least in Yang Wuyue's eyes.
Heart-wrenchingly slow.
"Wow!" The splendid sword light was like the falling snow on the wasteland. Yang Wuyue rose up fiercely, fell together, and passed directly through the military formation. The terrifying sword sword was like snowflakes, accompanying his figure.
, all six hundred cavalrymen, without exception, cut their throats with swords, and everyone fell straight off their horses.
This is different from the horse thieves who charged just now. Those guys moved too fast, and Yang Wuyue could only kill them one by one. The battle formation of these six hundred cavalry was extremely dense, and one sword was enough.
"Hiss!" Ning Que gasped, and Mo Shanshan was also immersed in this terrifying sword and was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.
"Mo Shanshan, a disciple of Mochiyuan, has met Mr. Thirteen!" The elegant Daheli is still elegant even in this tragic battlefield. The bookworm is gentle, with bright eyes and white teeth, open-minded and delicate, gentle and kind, innocent, like
It is the carefree blooming white lotus in the ink pond.
The moment he saw her, Yang Wuyue remembered the comment made by a fan of the original novel. If there is true gentleness in this world, it would also look like mountains. This has been the white moonlight of so many people.
"Thirteen?" Yang Wuyue put the sword back into its sheath and said slowly: "Master Mo Shan, you don't have to be polite, but you seem to have recognized the wrong person. Ning Que, shouldn't you give us an explanation?"
"Ning Que?" Mo Shanshan looked at the figure who had been accompanying him these past few days: "Aren't you Senior Brother Yang? Are you Mr. Thirteen?"
Ning Que secretly complained, knowing that the lie about his identity was exposed, he immediately smiled bitterly and said: "Master Moshan, I'm really sorry, I didn't hide it on purpose."
"You?" Mo Shanshan looked at Yang Wuyue in shock, "Are you Senior Brother Yang?"
Recalling the sword skills just now, I suddenly felt sad and laughed at myself: "Yes, Senior Brother Yang's sword skills are unparalleled in the world. We have only met a few sword masters. Mr. Thirteen performed some sword skills at will, and I and others were far away."
Far less than being beaten around by you!"
Ning Que became more and more embarrassed. He was indeed a master of swordsmanship, but there was a gap between him and Yang Wuyue. He had used some swordsmanship in front of Mo Shanshan before, and he was indeed extremely ferocious, stronger than most they had seen, but in this world
Very few people have actually seen Yang Wuyue's sword skills: "Moshan Master, I am indeed Ning Que, and he is Yang Wuyue. Am I not as strong as him?"
"Didn't you say that Mr. Second was injured in the challenge and is not feeling well? Therefore, he cannot use powerful methods. It turns out that it is all a lie. Your knife is far from his level." Mo Shanshan understood for a moment.
Yang Wuyue defeated the invincible Wang Jinglue, who was the most talented person in the Tang Dynasty. However, Mr. Thirteen has been in the limelight recently, and Yang Wuyue has disappeared for many days.
Yang Wuyue snorted coldly: "Well, Ning Que, just go out and sign up for a trumpet, and you still use my name. Have you done something bad for me to take the blame? In the end, you still want to send a talisman for me to save you?"
Mo Shanshan was ashamed and angry: "Mr. Thirteen is too... too much!"
"I'm really sorry. I really, really didn't mean it!" Ning Que was dumbfounded, and for a moment he was riding a tiger.
"Shan, the Xiling Cavalry is here, I'm afraid they are going to ask questions!" Zhuan Zhihua looked worriedly at Mo Shanshan and Yang Wuyue. In the distance, a group of Xiling Cavalry was approaching. Not far away, there were a bunch of Xiling Cavalry lying down.
As for the corpses, even though Yang Wuyue killed them and made them feel bad, this would definitely anger Xiling.
Mo Shanshan worriedly asked, "Brother Yang, did you cause trouble by killing the Xiling cavalry this time?"
"What kind of trouble is this!" Yang Wuyue said disdainfully: "This must be Lord Mo's first trip away from home!"
"Yes!" Mo Shanshan did not shy away from the fact that she was indeed ignorant of the facts.
"There are only a few hundred thousand people on this grassland. If you offend them, I will kill them all!" Yang Wuyue said casually: "You have to let people know that if they offend you, they will pay a heavy price that they are not willing to bear.
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"If you don't believe it, you and I will work together to draw a magic talisman and we will talk under the talisman later. The posture of those Xiling commanders will be lower than imagined."