Chapter Three Hundred and One Nights of Fire Dance Showing Pride
The night is desolate, the night is depressing, the cold wind stirs up the mist in the sky, the knife is bloodthirsty, the bloodthirsty knife raises the sky and shakes the night with laughter.
Ling Tianyun held the knife in his right hand, the tip of the knife hanging to the ground, and little bits of silk-like blood slowly flowed down from the tip of the knife. "Plop, tap" fell from under the tip of the knife onto the blood-stained long street.
.And the fishy red night was filled with the pungent and unpleasant smell of blood. The wind blew up, and the light mist began to be covered with a faint blood-red color. It was like layers of rouge.
The red light curtain is like gauze.
Ling Tianyun's mind was still reminiscing about the sword strike just now. He just struck it casually. There was no sword technique or sword style, he just struck as he pleased. What he didn't expect was that he was violently surging all over his body.
The Mahayana Qi was like a wild horse, heading straight for the scimitar. He just made a casual slash, but the Khitan warrior, who was on the same level as him in martial arts, was unable to fight back.
Split him in half.
The faint shadow of the knife flashed in his own mind. Only then did he realize that the action of slashing down with the knife just now was driven by the faint shadow of the knife in his mind. In other words,
This sword was not considered a real move by him, but the faint shadow of the sword that flickered in and out of his mind. He didn't know why the faint shadow of the sword appeared in his mind, and the faint shadow of the Heart Sutra appeared in his mind.
There were no sword skills or sword moves in it. Not even the most common sword skills. He was also full of doubts in his heart.
In the sky of the dark night, a sharp chirp suddenly came, and a black shadow was seen passing over everyone's heads. The blurry shadow was not big, but the sharp chirp was extremely clear. The night
As vast as water and paint, the rapidly passing black shadow flew back and hovered above everyone's heads for a while, then flew towards the night and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
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Everyone present showed doubts, except for the arrogant third Khitan prince Yelu Zongheng. As soon as he heard the sharp chirp, his expression changed slightly, and then a solemn look shot out from his eyes.
He raised his head and looked at the black shadow hovering above everyone's heads. When the black shadow disappeared from his sight, he looked back.
Ignoring the doubtful glances of the crowd, he leapt forward and flew onto his horse. His movements were all done in one go, without any delay due to the previous battle. Yelu Zongheng waved the spear in his hand and looked at the naked young man standing on the bank holding a sword.
There was a light of profound meaning in his eyes. But he didn't say any words. He picked up the reins, turned around and walked away. Although the group of Khitan warriors who looked at each other didn't understand what happened, they didn't say a word and flew on their horses.
A burst of rapid horse hoofbeats resounded in the dark night, and the remaining Khitan warriors followed Yelu Zongheng's departure and galloped away. And the streets filled with blood were filled with bursts of strong blood.
The breath lingers under the cold wind on this cold night for a long time, making people feel chilly and frightened at the sight.
There were about twenty Khitan warriors who left. After the group of Khitans left, this bloody street fell into darkness again. Only the dim lantern hanging high on the eaves of the Taiping Inn gave off a faint yellow
Orange light, circles of light illuminate this bloody long street even more frightening.
The corpses of Khitan warriors were lying vertically on the street, as well as the horses with broken hooves. Those horses that had not yet expired made bursts of wailing sounds, making the dark night seem particularly terrifying.
Horrifying. The blood flowing all over the ground and the thickened blood energy were like a sea of blood and a hell.
Ling Tianyun exhaled a long breath of candle breath, and towards the group of leaving Khitan people, he shot a terrifying light in his eyes. The standing body remained motionless, letting the cold wind like a knife cut through his body.
He brushed against his chest and cut him in pain, but he did not even frown. Yelu Zongheng brought him another surprise. He knew that Yelu Zongheng did not use 10% of his strength, but he had tried his best.
, although it seemed that he had the upper hand in this contest, in fact he had already lost.
Touching the cone-like stinging pain in his chest, if he was still his old self, then his chest would have been seriously injured by Yelu Zongheng's sharp spear energy. Since he practiced the "Mahayana Heart Sutra", he found that he
His body became as strong as iron, but the aura of spear light that stabbed at him did not break through his body.
The inner demon has been eliminated, Ling Tianyun knows that he is one step closer to the innate realm, and his flawed state of mind has also been sublimated. This makes him very happy. This competition has given him too many surprises.
In addition to the removal of his inner demon, there is also an inexplicable vague shadow of a knife in his mind. As long as he follows the shadow of the knife in his mind, he will definitely display his transcendent strength.
"Brother Ling will definitely become famous in this battle tonight. We will be shocked tonight." The red-faced man dragged his tired body and said to Ling Tianyun. There was an unconcealable sadness in his eyes. Mo Xiaoshan's
Death was a huge blow to him. The alliance between him and the Guiyi Army had not officially begun, but he lost a brother-like friend because of himself, which also caused heavy losses to the Guiyi Army.
"Brother Zhao has given you too much praise, and I don't deserve it. This battle should be fought for Brother Mo. But I don't know who the murderer was who seriously injured Brother Mo. After the matter is found out, I will definitely report to Brother Guo. Let's go.
The rebels avenged Brother Mo's blood and grudges to comfort Brother Mo's spirit in heaven."
Ling Tianyun smiled casually. He didn't care about the reputation that tonight's battle would bring him. His goal was clear, and he would move forward. Fame, power, and money no longer mattered much to him.
It was attractive. And Mo Xiaoshan was the right-hand man of his only friend Guo Huaian, and it was his duty to find out the real culprit. Faintly, he felt that the matter was not that simple. The flying eagle who passed the message to Yelu Zong, and the
The man who secretly wounded Mo Xiaoshan seemed to be like a big net, covering everyone, including himself, who might have become a small fish in someone else's net.
"Yes, Brother Mo's death is indeed regrettable, but this unparalleled sentiment of national justice is admirable. I am the one who has caused trouble for you tonight, but I don't know why Yelu Zongheng was so determined to do so.
I'm going to die." Zhao Kuangyin stared deeply and sighed sadly. He also felt that everything that happened tonight was really strange, but what he didn't expect was that he lost Mo Xiaoshan and Mo Xiaoshan's two escorts.
"Ah", Ling Tianyun was about to answer, but unexpectedly a frightened voice sounded, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. They did not look back, and they could guess that it was the bandit Ma Chenghui. It was good for that guy, because there was such a noisy fighting sound outside.
, but he slept so deeply. For such a strange person, this bandit can do the job.
As soon as the waiter saw the bandit walking out of the inn door tremblingly, a look of surprise flashed across his face. He was about to speak, but paused again. Because Zhao Kuangyin gave him a vague signal, which made him
He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the words. All this was seen in Ling Tianyun's eyes, and he did not ask. Looking at Ma Chenghui's face, he also knew that Ma Chenghui should have been given a sweat drug by the waiter in the shop, which is an ordinary
It's just drug addiction. As for why they do this, maybe they have their own ideas.
"Let's go, let's burn the bodies of Brother Mo and this martyr. There will be a chance to bring their ashes back to the rebel army in the future. This way, the fallen leaves can return to their roots and let people remember them." Zhao Kuangyin had a look of displeasure in his eyes.
I was jealous, mainly towards such a timid Ma Chenghui. I don’t know where the awe-inspiring fierceness went in the afternoon. At this time, when I saw the corpses of so many Khitan warriors, I was so frightened that I lost my mind.
Ling Tianyun nodded in disbelief. This is the best way at present. But it is obviously impractical to bury them here. Who knows whether those Khitan warriors will make a rebellious trip to dig the bottom of the hole?
.The most important thing for the Han people is to be buried in peace, and the same is true for the group of alien barbarians who are like wolves and tigers. If they dig out Mo Xiaoshan's body and threaten the Guiyi Army, then they will become the Guiyi Army for the ages.
A sinner.
The raging fire can't burn away the hatred in the heart, and the dark night can't wipe away the sorrow in the heart. The flickering firelight reflects on those miserable faces. Several people with solemn expressions stand in the raging and burning house.
Next to the flames, endless bloody air surged towards the fire, and plumes of thick smoke billowed up.
The corpse wrapped in fire once again reflected the absolutely steel-like face, and was then devoured by the raging fire. The unfinished ambition was burned in the rising flames.
There were no sad faces or sad eyes in the hearts of the four people next to them, only the firm belief sprouting in the hearts of everyone. The two unknown attendants and the two loyal and courageous men also
He began to sink into the rising flames.
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The earth is tolerant. No matter how bad the weather is, whether it is rolling dark clouds, heavy rain, or winter snow, the silent earth accepts it one by one. No matter whether it is rain or snowflakes that fall on the ground.
, even the bright red blood stains, it silently accepted it.
The sky was slightly bright, and there was only a light gray light in the east, like a sharp sword cutting a bright and bright mark on the sky. There was still a deathly silence in the wilderness, and there was not a sound or breath everywhere.
The rich bloody air that permeated the earth has not yet dissipated, and the blood on the ground has not solidified yet dried up.
However, a tearing howl of wolves enveloped the lonely Taiping Inn. It was the wolves in the mountains that smelled the smell of blood, and suddenly gathered in groups. At first, there were one, two, and later, in groups.
The arrival of the group. The group of overlords who roamed the barren mountains and ridges rarely smelled such a bloody smell, and their eyes showed excitement. They couldn't help but howl into the sky, and suddenly, one after another, the wolves
The howl resounded throughout the mountains.
On the bloody hell-like long street, wolves began to appear with ghostly gazes. They came smelling the smell of blood. Looking at the corpses lying in a row, they suddenly shot a greedy look from their eyes.
They were about to step forward and pounce on the blood-stained corpse when they unexpectedly heard bursts of galloping horse hooves from far away. The bursts of horse hooves shook the group of horses like the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking.
The wolf was so shocked that he fled in all directions.
The rapid sound of horse hoofbeats came from far away and appeared on this long and heart-stopping street in less than a few breaths. There were only twenty or thirty horses. As soon as the group of knights approached the long street, they quickly lowered their horses.
Pause. The leader of this group of knights is a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is not very old, only about twenty years old. The leader is dressed in black and has a bright red cape hanging on his back.
The wind rises. There is an extraordinary heroic spirit between the man's eyebrows, and a pair of brilliant tiger eyes are embedded in the resolute face.
The man reined in his horse and scanned the bloody hell-like long street. His eyes slowly moved from corpse to corpse, seeming to be looking for something. Wait for him to finish this.
After looking at all the dozens of corpses lying on the ground, his eyes showed disappointment.
"Young Master, maybe Commander Mo has a good character, and it's not necessarily true that he has not fallen. I'd better go back quickly, and don't delay the commander's important military affairs."
Behind the man, a warrior in strong armor and cold attire spoke to him, his tone full of respect. However, the man remained indifferent and said nothing. He pondered for several breaths before riding back.
Before leaving, he looked back at the long street filled with corpses. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, raised his whip, and galloped away.