Chapter 275: Want to know what’s going on in the “mountain”
Chapter 275 Want to know what happened in the "mountain"
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As soon as Dalamt and the woodcutter fought against each other, he discovered that his opponent was unusual. He was already practicing magic. Although his realm advanced rapidly, his inner strength and true energy were unsustainable. But this woodcutter did not
Just the opposite of him, with his thick and somewhat outrageous true energy, he was like a punch hitting the space barrier.
As the two horses passed each other, a crowd of people fell on their backs.
The blood slipped quietly along the Mo Dao's blade and blended into the wind and sand.
As a desperado who licks blood from his knife, the horse thief naturally does not care about casualties, and sometimes even his life is not necessary. Dalamt took out the golden ring sword from behind, turned the horse's head and slowly leaned forward again. He knew in his heart that he
It is very likely that he is not his opponent. Fortunately, it is a cavalry confrontation. Even if there is a strength gap between the two, the other party cannot kill him in one confrontation. Compared with his own endurance, the standard Mo Dao is much more fragile.
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Dalamt secretly estimated that after three charges, the sword would gradually sharpen its blade. In half an hour at most, the woodcutter would lose its threat completely. He secretly calculated that the number of people he had left would be enough to support him.
To the point of grinding the opponent to death.
"Your Excellency is acting like this, but you have an old grudge against our Bachiman Tribe?" Dallamt asked with a gloomy expression.
But the other party didn't answer him, and they were still running towards him one person and one horse gradually speeding up.
"Huh! Let's see how long you can be arrogant!" Daramt also didn't have an easy temper. When he saw that the other party was ignoring him, he stopped talking nonsense.
With wild sand filling the sky and such violent sandstorm weather, only the horse thieves who had been wandering around the Western Regions all year round dared to carry out a cavalry charge in this environment. The standard Mo Dao was far less tough than Dalamute had guessed before. After the third hedging,
At that time, it was broken in a fight with a horse thief's scimitar.
Naturally, the third master of the horse thief would not miss such a good opportunity. The horse thief team instantly split into two groups, one on the left and the other on the right to outflank the "woodcutter".
This was Daramt's arrangement in advance. As soon as the opponent's weapon was damaged, he would immediately launch a counter-outflank and capture him in one fell swoop.
"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs!"
The woodcutter, who was wearing a raincoat and a huge bamboo hat to hide his appearance, finally spoke. His voice sounded quite young.
The horse under his crotch seemed to have a human nature. It raised its front hooves high and instantly increased its speed to the fastest, heading straight for the group of horse thieves. At this time, he had already held the broken Mo Dao in his hand.
Throw it away, there is no weapon in your hand.
Daramt's eyes glowed red, and traces of black and dark red essence continued to converge on the golden-ringed sword in his hand.
"You bastard, go to hell and regret it!" He suddenly shouted as he approached.
The golden-ringed broadsword was in front of him in a blink of an eye. The stern black sword was like a man-eating beast, heading straight for the woodcutter's vitals.
puff!
A head flew away in response, and Dalamute's hearty laughter floated in the wind and sand.
The young man in the raincoat had now turned into a headless corpse, and the flying head had long been submerged in the wind and sand.
The Third Master, who had just succeeded, touched the blood on a golden ring knife, and the violence in his eyes did not diminish at all, but there was just more doubt.
Why is it so easy? Even somewhat effortless.
He had been prepared for a fierce battle for an hour, but he didn't expect that the opponent would die in his hands in less than half an hour. Could it be that he was wrong?
But the dead body in front of you cannot be deceived, and the smell of blood coming from the golden ring sword is unmistakable.
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During this trip, Daramt planned to come here to explore the battlefield. He had already discussed it with the leader. Although this formation had been tampered with by the master of the Demon Cult, it was better to check it out in advance.
When he thought of this, he immediately planned to organize his troops into formation, count the number of people, and set out again to explore the battlefield.
As the saying goes, if you don't know it, you won't know, but if you don't know it, you will be shocked.
Dalamt looked at the remaining ten horse thieves behind him with some surprise. You must know that this time he came out with more than a hundred people. He had just confronted the woodcutter three times. Even if the opponent had outstanding combat power, he himself
There were hundreds of pigs here, and it was impossible for the woodcutter to kill them all in just three charges.
"wrong!"
The third-in-command finally realized something and immediately turned to look at the "woodcutter" who was beheaded not far behind him.
At some point, the coir raincoat on the corpse had disappeared, replaced by a body decorated with horse thieves.
"This, this is a phantom formation?!"
As if to answer his question, a voice suddenly sounded from his soul.
"When you are near the water, you will know the nature of the fish; when you are near the mountains, you will know the sounds of the birds. If you want to know what is going on in the mountains, you have to ask the woodcutter."
The mysterious woodcutter wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat slowly emerged from the wind and sand around him. However, there was more than one person. There were figures coming from all directions, and there were actually ten people.
Dalamt knew in his heart that this was still the fault of the illusion formation, so he had to bite the bullet and said softly: "What does this master want? Why do you need to kill us all?!"
The woodcutter no longer had the sword in his hand. He thought he had cut it off when he was confronting the horse thief.
"Are you Bachiman?"
Dalamt was silent for a while, and then responded in a low voice: "That's right."
"So, the attack on Loulan City that caused a lot of fuss some time ago was your fault?" the woodcutter then asked.
Under such a situation, the third elder of the horse thief could only nod in agreement.
"Who is behind your scenes?"
Dalamt did not answer the other party this time, because he knew that if he told the truth, not only himself, but also the entire Bachi tribe would disappear.
The woodcutter waited for a few seconds, and when he saw that no one of the dozen horse thieves left answered, he said: "There is no need to hide it, I know it was the Demon Cult, you just need to tell me what I want to know.
Just tell me."
Being called out on one's own trump card is a very devastating moment. Dallamt was stunned on the spot for a moment. He really couldn't figure out where this mysterious man came from.
"I don't know what you are talking about? No one has instructed us. Do horse thieves need any other reason to kill people? Of course, seeing how rich Loulan City is, how can we not loot it?" Dalamt did not flinch, and followed.
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person disappeared from the place, and the next moment, he appeared next to the woodcutter.
Although he was deeply familiar with the illusion formation, after all, his own level of strength lay there. After careful identification, he still found the true form. He knew that the opponent was a master of swordsmanship, and the fragmentation of Mo Dao was undoubtedly the opponent's weakest moment.
If you don’t take action now, when will you wait?
The golden-ringed broadsword mixed with the black and red swords came straight towards the bamboo hat.
Ding!
A long sword blocked the blow!
The woodcutter drew the sword from his waist at the moment when the sword was about to hit him, and performed a beautiful sword-drawing gesture. What caught Dalamt's attention even more was that the long sword used by the opponent to block his golden-ringed sword was unusual.