The tall and thin practitioner wearing black armor fell down.
Unlike other spiritual practitioners, he fell silently from the top of the cliff, just like an eagle gliding.
It wasn't until the news fell that the Sixth Army discovered this Northern Wei cultivator who was coming like a shadow.
"Fire the arrow!"
Almost subconsciously, a general issued an order with a slightly trembling voice.
There were not many feather arrows left in the Liutong Army. When the military order sounded, only a few dozens of feather arrows fell at the tall and thin cultivator at the same time.
The tall and thin practitioner pulled out the knife at his waist.
Most of the weapons used by these practitioners who followed Yuan Yan also came from the weapon refining workshop of the Demon Sect master. Most of them were black cold iron and covered with flowers, but the long sword of this tall and thin practitioner was
It's dark red.
A very natural dark red color emanating from the inside of the blade.
His sword is also different from ordinary people's long swords.
The blade is very thin, only two fingers wide, even thinner than the sword blade, but the entire blade has a very smooth curvature, like a slender eyebrow.
No one knows what happened.
In their eyes, the practitioner seemed to have just pulled out the sword, and then all the arrows flying towards him were scattered and flew past him.
Some arrows have even been cut off, and the arrows have separated from the arrow body and are spinning and dancing in the air.
The tall and thin cultivator landed smoothly, his feet stepping on the moist ground in the forest, splashing some soil.
"Kill...kill him"
Gao Ce screamed in a trembling voice, and immediately felt something was wrong, "You, you are from the Northern Wei Dynasty, aren't you afraid that I will kill your King Baosheng?"
"Who to kill?"
At this time, only King Baosheng knew who this practitioner was.
This practitioner's surname is Guo and his given name is Mei.
His sword is called Thrush.
In the Northern Wei Dynasty, he also had a name, called Vulture.
The vulture in the desert is synonymous with death.
Wherever death is imminent, vultures will appear.
This practitioner was once a wanderer with no fixed abode, but he was not a ranger. Legend has it that he would help fight and kill anyone who gave him richer rewards.
He once helped the horse thieves kill the horse thieves, helped the horse thieves kill the tribe's army, helped the tribe kill the horse thieves, and even helped the tribe deal with the army of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Later, for some unknown reason, he came to the shepherdess.
There are two theories in the legend, one is that he happened to be taken care of by the shepherdess when he was seriously injured, and the other is that he fell in love with the shepherdess.
But no matter which theory was used, many people in the Northern Wei Dynasty believed that the shepherdess was a witch.
Otherwise, when a spiritual practitioner was seriously injured, why was she rescued by her?
Or why are the old emperors so interested, and why are such practitioners attracted to her?
These are inconclusive.
But King Baosheng knew that after Yuan Yan actually entered the Northern Wei Palace, this practitioner had been following Yuan Yan.
In a sense, he is Yuan Yan's most loyal guardian.
Therefore, it should be Yuan Yan who leads the army this time and has been conveying military information to him before.
It is very sad to lose your legs.
But now that he saw Guo Mei's appearance, King Baosheng couldn't help but feel happy.
He felt that since Guo Mei appeared, he would be able to survive and return to the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The sound of the blade cutting into flesh and cutting bones was heard.
The sound is not fast, but very rhythmic.
And the picture that fell into everyone's eyes was even more heart-stopping.
There is no such scene where a high-level practitioner's skin will be shattered and fractured with a casual blow, and some people will fly backwards.
Only killing calmly, neither slowly nor slowly, but extremely efficiently.
Just one knife at a time.
All the soldiers who rushed forward were stabbed by him casually.
Either chop, stab, or cut.
Then the soldiers fell down and died.
This kind of scene gives people the impression that he is not fighting, but slaughtering animals.
This kind of scene is colder and more frightening than the feeling of those practitioners killing people.
After only a dozen people rushed forward, the sergeants at the rear could no longer charge forward.
Not only the sergeants were retreating, but also the generals were retreating.
Gao Ce had drawn his sword and placed it on King Baosheng's neck, but his hands were trembling.
"Be careful."
King Baosheng laughed and said, "If you cut me, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay for it."
"Don't come over!" Gao Ce looked at Guo Mei and shouted.
This sentence seems ridiculous at this time.
But Guo Mei stopped at this moment.
"You're in luck."
He looked at Gao Ce and said seriously: "You should be recorded in the history books as a local general who was the first to kill the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty during the war between the two dynasties."
"What's the meaning?"
Not only Gao Ce, but also King Baosheng was stunned when he heard his words.
In the next moment, Guo Mei's body suddenly accelerated.
A series of screams and screams sounded.
A dark red sword light rolled up a series of stump limbs, and fell in front of Gao Ce with a wave of fresh blood.
Gao Ce yelled in horror. He had no intention of fighting at all, so he turned around and ran away.
However, the dark red sword light had already fallen on his sword.
His sword fell on King Baosheng.
"puff!"
The sword penetrated King Baosheng's lower back, then emerged from his chest, completely piercing King Baosheng's heart.
"Why?"
King Baosheng looked at the sword tip piercing his chest in disbelief, at the blood flowing out from the sword tip, and looked at Guo Mei in confusion.
"In the end, things will go wrong. I won't be able to save the prince in time."
Guo Mei bowed and said this, and then held out his knife again.
Gao Ce's head flew up.
"But the general has already helped you take revenge."
Guo Mei patted King Baosheng on the shoulder and said softly: "The horse thieves in the desert of the Northern Wei Dynasty are willing to do anything for money, but they cannot afford to lose people. The people in the palace of the Northern Wei Dynasty cannot afford to lose people."
He acted as if there was no one around.
Everyone is retreating.
Then he straightened up and walked towards the retreating people, and the blood from the tip of the knife fell drop by drop.
…
Yuan Yan quickly walked through the mountains and forests.
She didn't even use her true energy, letting the branches scrape scratches on her body, and letting the branches and leaves mess up her hair.
This can make her look flustered and pitiful.
Although she has now changed into Southern Dynasty clothes, her temperament is of course very different from those ordinary Southern Dynasty girls.
In addition, she also needs an identity.
Identity is not something she can decide on her own, but like some antiques and ancient books, it must be passed down in an orderly manner. Only when many people, especially people from the Southern Dynasties, say who she is can she have this identity.
The place she was heading to now was only about ten miles away, where there was a small lake filled with black stones.
Now there should be an army from the Southern Dynasties arriving there soon, and that area may produce an elixir called the Black Spirit Master.
That elixir can be used to brew medicinal wine, can be used to treat some old injuries, and can even improve the congenital defects of some practitioners.
She also knew that the Southern Dynasty's army would soon be attacked.
And there, she will gain the trust of this Southern Dynasty army and become one of them.
"Wei Qinglian, a fourth-year student at the Tianjian of Wuxi College in Badong County."
She silently recited her current identity in her mind.
…
"The most important thing in life, I think, is not how much fame he has won, but how much change he can make in the world and what kind of impact he can have on the world."
The boy, who was the leader of the six students from the sixth college, walked beside Lin Yi and spoke softly to Lin Yi.
His name is Zhou Jingzong, and the Zhou family is also a prominent family in Liutong County.
"What you fear most in life is to be disappointed with the world you see."
He looked at Lin Yi and said, "My desire to join the Tiece Army is by no means impulsive."
Lin Yi could not respond to his words.
He feels that no two people are exactly the same in this world.
Everyone will be different and have different ideas.
At least Lin Yi himself didn't have that kind of great idea, and he didn't feel that he had to accomplish anything.
But he could see that Zhou Jingzong's words at this time were spoken from the bottom of his heart, so he still felt that these thoughts were great.