When people began to tame horses and use them as mounts to travel further, horse thieves also appeared.
Horse thieves are certainly a very old profession, but there is one profession that has existed even longer than horse thieves.
This profession is to be a substitute killer.
Simply put, he is a killer.
It is impossible for ordinary people to have their own dead soldiers and retainers, but in many places in the Northern Wei Dynasty, this habit was formed a long time ago.
When they could no longer bear the robbery and massacre of some horse thieves, some villages would unite, gather money and food, and then hire murderers who could deal with the horse thieves.
There are three, six, and nine levels of horse thieves, and naturally there are three, six, and nine levels of killers.
The owner of the Full Moon Scimitar was the most powerful killer in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
In the past twenty years or so, the Scimitar of the Full Moon has definitely harvested lives when it appears, without missing a beat.
And those who died under this sword were not only ordinary horse thieves, but also powerful spiritual practitioners.
But no one thought that this full-moon scimitar would appear at this time.
Except for Yang Dian, I am afraid no one knows whether the owner of the Full Moon Scimitar was worshiped by Yang Dian from the beginning, or whether he followed the army here after the war broke out.
And no one expected that the owner of this legendary magic sword would be such a gentle and elegant-looking man.
Jiangxinzhou and the north bank were quiet.
Even if the owner of this full-moon scimitar is not that kind of sub-sage, he is definitely not an ordinary spiritual realm practitioner.
Just watching him walking towards the pontoon, thinking about the power of the one-armed Taoist, no one in the Northern Wei Dynasty thought that he had a greater chance of winning.
However, they all got it wrong.
The person who actually faced this magic knife this time was not the original Taoist.
An old man from Jianlu stood up.
He had been sitting before.
Because he only has one leg.
Only his right leg was intact, while his left leg was broken at knee level.
But at this time, with only one leg, he stood up like a normal person, and then walked forward like a normal person.
The true energy that had been accumulated in his body for countless years slowly flowed out of his meridians, like an invisible leg, supporting his walking.
He was wearing a very old cloth.
This piece of cloth seemed a little too thick in the summer, and although it was not frayed in many places, it had many broken threads.
This old man usually looked very short when he was sitting, but when he stood up, everyone was surprised to realize that he turned out to be a very tall person.
There are also many scars on his face, but these scars have faded and are covered by wrinkles.
His eyebrows were very thin, almost non-existent, which made his face look a bit weird.
When he stood up, the original Taoist already understood what he was going to do.
The original Taoist turned around and nodded to this man in salute.
This old man, who was almost the same age as the original Taoist, also nodded in salute, then continued to move forward, landed in front of Lin Yi, turned around and bowed seriously to Lin Yi.
His face was very solemn, and Lin Yi knew that he was preparing to fight the Northern Wei cultivator who was approaching at this time.
This old man's name is Yan Wumei.
It's not because of his unique appearance, but because he remembers everyone in the Jiange very clearly.
Because from the moment he became the master of Jiange, he understood that the people in Jiange had entrusted their lives to him.
There are not many people in the sword pavilion anymore.
"I may die, but it is absolutely impossible for him to pass through this floating bridge and appear in front of you again."
Yan Wumei raised his head, looked into Lin Yi's eyes, and said this very respectfully.
Before Lin Yi spoke, he had already continued, "Many people think that the most glorious moment of our sword pavilion should be when the master of the sword pavilion was promoted to the Three Saints of the South. Dozens of people from my sword pavilion guarded Longzhou Pass, so
When we killed all Feiyunqi, we in the Jiange did not think so."
"That's relying on the strong to bully the weak. Our Jiange is too powerful compared to those armies, and killing them may not make us proud."
"But now that you are standing here, you have left the 100,000-strong army of the Northern Wei Dynasty helpless. This is the glory of our sword pavilion and the glorious moment of our sword pavilion."
"Even if all of us in Jiange die in the battle, if we can't capture this city even with the main force of the Bone Army, the strongest force in the Northern Wei Dynasty, this is something that our Jiange can look up to."
"There are many things more important than life and death."
"Master, please do it. Don't be sad."
Lin Yi took a deep breath.
He said nothing more, just bowed slowly and saluted.
The Soaring Snake heavy armor on his body was still entangled with rising water vapor. When he bowed and saluted, his armor made many clear vibrations. As the Golden Crow Cavalry assassinated the remaining Northern Wei sergeants, a lone man stood in front of him.
The old man with long legs looks very solemn in this picture.
"The rumors are correct. Lin Yi from Tie Ce Army is the master of the sword pavilion."
Yang Dian squinted his eyes and looked at this scene. He whispered with some difficulty: "Why did he become the master of the sword pavilion?"
He has never been good at thinking.
Even when it comes to fighting and leading an army, he almost relies on instinct.
To fight and win, for him, it was like an innate and unique talent.
"The information is unclear, but I think it must be related to He Xiuxian." A general said softly behind him.
"It's related to He Xiuxian, so he should be almost a disciple of He Xiuxian?"
When Yang Dian heard this answer, he seemed a little satisfied. He said softly to himself: "The death of Xi Ruyu in his hands is not an injustice."
"yes!"
Several generals behind him were startled, but they all heard what he was thinking and that he was speaking for Xi Ruyu, and they all immediately bowed and replied.
The owner of the Full Moon Scimitar has arrived on the floating bridge.
This middle-aged man who looked very elegant looked at the old man who stood more steadily and taller than most people in the world on only one foot, and felt the unruly and unruly energy emanating from him at this time.
He frowned at the aura and the other person's mental power that was moving towards the heaven and earth as if it were a substance, and then bowed slightly and saluted, "Junior Yang Wan, have you met your senior? Is your senior the master of the Tiandu Sword?"
Yan Wumei nodded.
The owner of the Full Moon Scimitar, a man named Yang Wan, still had a deep frown on his face when he raised his body.
It’s wrinkled because it’s difficult to handle.
He knew that the opponent was too powerful, and the most important thing was that with the opponent's physical condition at this time, he would throw all his strength into this battle.
But his brows soon relaxed, and his eyes returned to calmness.
His fingers exerted slight force on the handle of the knife, and countless rays of light flashed on his knife.
This was a truly substantial sword light, as sharp as a sharp blade, but these sword lights did not fall directly on Yan Wumei in front of him, but slashed towards the sky above.