A tall and majestic war horse marched slowly through the mountain canyon.
The hoofs stepped on the rocks, making a series of crisp sounds.
A big man wearing iron armor sat on horseback, his waist straight and his face cold and indifferent, without a trace of warmth.
There were two equally tall followers on his left and right, each holding a huge long wooden box in his arms.
The cliffs on both sides of the canyon are densely forested, and the cold mountain wind blows by from time to time, filling it with the chilling atmosphere of late autumn.
The knight reined in beside a slowly flowing stream and looked down at the dim moon reflected in the water.
After a long silence, he suddenly said, "The scenery of the cold stream, cool autumn, full moon, and vast mountains has a different artistic conception. Sun Daozi, don't you think so?"
After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his head, and his eyes under the heavy helmet lit up inexplicably.
At this moment, he saw the slim and slim woman in white clothes and white skirt.
Like an elf in the mountains under the moon, he walked slowly over with light steps.
The woman seemed to be injured and her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
She turned her head slightly, stared at the knight in front of her for a moment, and said with some uncertainty, "I should have seen you before, but I don't remember now."
"It's normal if I don't remember. After all, I am from the public sect and you are a disciple of the sect. We only had contact a few times during the ceremony."
When he said this, he let out a deep sigh, "It's just that I have never been able to understand why Qi, who had an amazing talent and was one of the Taoists trained by the sect, suddenly killed his master and defected, destroying his own bright future with his own hands."
The woman lowered her eyes.
"You said my talent is amazing, this is why...
And precisely because of his amazing talent, he received intensive training.
That’s why I’m so scared and frightened.”
After a moment of speechless silence, the man sighed and continued, "Two months ago, you massacred 14 villages of the Luocha tribe in Mozhou and killed their leader, which directly triggered the rebellion of the Luocha tribe.
riot.
Then you went to the headquarters of the Dingxuan sect, the largest sect of the sect, without any hesitation. Even though you had already been seriously injured, you still killed the two Dingxuan elders in exchange for injuries, adding another disaster to Mozhou.
Why?"
She slowly raised her head, stroking a purple gold ornament shaped like fish scales in her palm, showing a twisted smile, "Because I'm afraid. If you haven't experienced that kind of unspeakable horror, you won't know what I've been enduring."
of pain.”
The knight pointed to his head, "They said there was something wrong with you. I didn't believe it before, but now I do."
"I'm leaving." The woman covered her mouth and nose and coughed a few times, and a trace of bright red was faintly visible.
"You can't leave." The knights stood one man and one horse in front of the stream, like an insurmountable mountain.
Click!
He opened the wooden box in his arms, and two silver halberds, like dragons, sank into his hands like lightning.
The knights roared, the horses neighed, and all four hooves suddenly jumped up, rushing forward like a strong wind.
His body suddenly expanded and became larger.
Qi and blood surge, and heat steams.
His height of about 1.8 meters suddenly exceeded two meters. His heavy armor, which was originally quite large, was now stretched tightly on his body, making intensive rattling sounds.
Even the muscles on the horse's crotch protruded, its limbs bulged like air, and strands of blood spilled out of the thick hair, evaporating before it even hit the ground.
Mixed into the rising heat, blood mist filled the air in an instant.
One person and one horse, connected as one.
Like the bloody God of War charging bravely under the moonlight.
The woman was motionless, her eyes were full of red threads.
Staring at the figure rushing towards me with man and horse.
The distance between the two sides decreased rapidly.
The war horse crossed the stream like lightning.
The pair of bright silver halberds slowly lifted up.
Fast and slow were perfectly combined at this moment.
Five feet, three feet, two feet...
The woman's white dress was blown by the howling wind and clung to her body, revealing her exquisite curves.
At this moment, the knight cut out the halberd in his palm.
A ball of silver exploded instantly, like the second silver moon lighting up in the mountain canyon.
"Shenglian!"
Suddenly a woman screamed, breaking through the howling wind.
Her hands bloomed like flowers, and in an instant the air was filled with fragrance and fairy sounds.
Facing the violent halberds, she actually advanced instead of retreating, and fell directly into the shadow of the halberds in the sky.
A finger as green as jade points on the halberd.
The tinkling, tinkling, tinkling sounds formed one continuous sound, smelling like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.
A sudden burst of dazzling sparks appeared, just like iron trees and silver flowers blooming in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, the shadow of the halberd dissipated, gathered back together, and was held by the heavily armored knight with both hands, stabbing upwards without any warning.
"Yuehe!"
Another woman screamed.
She folded her hands and fell from the air like a ghost, but happened to be pressed on the thrusting halberd.
boom!
A huge force surged out crazily from where the palms and halberds overlapped,
All four legs of the war horse were broken and it fell to the ground.
The force of the fall was so great that it even cracked the hard canyon rocks below.
A large amount of dust rose up, covering the two figures passing each other.
The knight didn't even look at his old friend who had been with him for many years. The two halberds in his palms clicked into one, and he turned around suddenly to look for the white figure.
At this moment, a faint female voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
"herring……"
Surprise, doubt, fear, despair.
Many emotions exploded in the knight's heart like gunpowder.
But it was too late for him to react otherwise.
I just abandoned the halberd based on instinct.
At the same time, he twisted his waist and shoulders and bumped backwards.
Click!
The body that expanded rapidly once again tore the armor apart, and the muscles on the knight's right shoulder bulged high, like a huge sarcoma.
It was filled with a sudden burst of energy and blood, and hit hard with a big hand that silently slapped it down.
The woman spreads her fingers.
The veins on the palms are clearly visible, and they are larger than a cattail leaf fan.
It is also like an old tree with entwined roots, exuding a strong smell of evil and blood.
It is in stark contrast to the fair and delicate skin before.
Boom!
A big hand slapped the knight heavily on the shoulder.
It was like a muffled thunder exploded in the canyon.
……………………
Soon the smoke dissipated and all the dust settled.
The woman's clothes were torn, she was carrying two bloody heads, and threw them in front of the heavily armored knight who was sitting down. She covered her mouth and started coughing violently again.
After a while, she finally stopped coughing, and a cheerful smile appeared on her blood-stained face, "I remembered, you are Shaoqing Yiwei, the Director of Tours, a fourth-rank official of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
The knight's visor was shattered, revealing the face of a middle-aged man underneath.
After hearing this, he just smiled bitterly and shook his head, "That was six years ago. I am now Yiwei Zhongcheng."
"Yi Wei Zhongcheng..."
She was slightly stunned and fell into a brief trance, "Has six years passed?"
Suddenly, a pure white lotus reappeared in the darkness, and finally turned into a slender white finger, touching the man's eyebrow.
He didn't move, just stared at the slim figure in front of him, and said with difficulty in his throat, "I misjudged you, why are you so powerful?"
"Because I'm afraid..."
She wiped away the blood that was constantly overflowing from her lips, stepped over his body and walked forward step by step, "You are not as talented as me, and you don't have the understanding and spirituality that the teacher said.
Therefore, we will not know the great fear that is unpredictable and even irresistible.
How it oppresses my soul little by little, one silent night after another."
The middle-aged man watched her leave helplessly, blood began to flow from his orifices, and his originally bright eyes gradually dimmed.
At the last moment of his life, he suddenly used all his strength and shouted towards the figure that was getting away.
"With your seriously injured and dying body, you can't even hope to break through the trap we have set up in Cangmang Mountain.
I'll wait for you down there, I'll wait for you down there, you lunatic!"
The woman's footsteps did not stop at all, only a vague and illusory voice came from afar, "Bai Zhongcheng, you can go in peace. I will send your subordinates down as soon as possible to accompany you, so that you will not be alone."
"Don't thank me, this is what I should do."
The lingering sound quickly dissipated in the cold autumn wind.
From the end of the conversation to the confrontation between the two, there was no time buffer at all.
Life and death, victory or defeat, only depend on a moment of collision.
Then dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust.
The winner stumbles forward, the loser sleeps here.