Munan was the most excited and whispered proudly in the tribal group:
"Look! This is my swordsmanship from the interior of the Central Plains! How does it compare with your prairie swordsmanship? Why is it that long swords are not good for cutting and can't fight? That's because you haven't seen a real master! Even a frog in a well dares to say nonsense!"
This was the first time that Shi Bao was speechless by such a poor man! He couldn't refute anything! The sword was so fast that you couldn't see the movement of the person or the waving of the arm, it was like a lightning strike Two flashes, and then everything will be fine.
Wu Ya couldn't bear to see her brother embarrassed and explained: "His sword and your sword are not the same thing, right?"
Munan said confidently, "Of course it's the same thing! It's just that he practices faster, isn't it just the beginning for me? One day I will reach this level, sooner or later!"
"The horse thief won't wait for you!" Wu Ya curled her lips.
...Lou Xiaoyi is not angry either. Having experienced this kind of thing a lot, he understands the mood of the horse bandits very well! But understanding is understanding, and attacking is attacking. These are two different things!
His character and habit is that he can always understand you until all five hundred of you are dead! After fifteen hundred years of killing, what else can make him soften?
Looking at the horse bandits, "I still suggest that everyone not to fight rashly! Of course, you have the right and way to express your wishes, and I respect that... I am the most reasonable person!"
This time, more than ten cavalry came over! Seven or eight cavalry rushed forward to kill, while five or six cavalry fired cold arrows from behind!
This is a test of Lou Xiaoyi's adaptability. He is not afraid of any close approach, but he is a little vague about arrows because he is no longer the spirit. Even though he can still make judgments, his current body cannot do it. The sharpest reaction! More often than not, he had to dance a ball of sword flowers beside him to protect himself from arrows!
This was very inconsistent with his usual fighting habits and was very low-end, but in Munan's eyes, it was like a treasure.
"Look, look! Didn't you say that the sword flower is useless? It's just a showpiece, a fake move, cut it off with the scimitar and it's all gone! Now do you know the function of the sword flower? The swordsmanship of the Central Plains is broad and profound, and every move has it. How can you really understand its profound meaning?"
Wu Ya changed the fastest and started acting coquettishly, "Brother Munan, you promised Xiaoya before that you would teach me sword dancing..."
Munan still did this, "Teach! Of course teach! I, Munan, never take my broom seriously. Swordsmanship is something that can only be prosperous if it is promoted!"
But he didn't even mention that his swordsmanship might not be the same as that of this Taoist? Of course, he couldn't tell the difference himself. What he learned was better called sword dancing than swordsmanship. There was no real ability in it. Already?
In the open space, Lou Xiaoyi was struggling to kill! It's not that he can no longer do this now that he has lost his monk ability, but that he needs to thoroughly understand the limits of his current body in order to best allocate his abilities, so Others think that the more he kills, the harder it becomes, but only he knows that from now on, he will only be able to kill more and more easily.
There is nothing to be proud of in killing a few mortals, but he now belongs to the category of mortals, so there is no need to worry about cause and effect.
The leaders are a little bit stuck in a trap! They have to face a choice: should they retreat under the guise of Miaofeng's evil trap? Or should they rush forward and fight for the reputation of being a bandit in Malaysia for the last time?
In this world without gods and monsters, force is supreme! The so-called legends are a bit illusory in people's eyes, far from the deep-rooted awe in the world of cultivation. They don't know that one person can achieve the level of killing stars and annihilating tribes. This is completely
Beyond their knowledge!
For them, they have seen too many brave people, and they can all be solved by swarming up in the end. The only difference is how many people swarm up. The horse bandits were surprised by this man's sword skills, but no matter how surprised they were, they could not change it.
Their concept of fighting has been ingrained for decades!
Hundreds of cavalry charged, not only cutting him, but also hitting him and killing him!
Lou Xiaoyi has probably reached the limit of his body. For an experienced person like him, he only needs to kill a few people to know how far he can go.
He was a little confused. There was no point in being a target here. It couldn't prove anything... Fortunately, someone helped him solve this problem.
Before the horse bandits organized to charge into battle again, several arrows flew from nowhere. From the eldest master's house all the way to the fourth master's house, not one of them escaped, they were all knocked down by their horses!
This change is much more serious than Lou Xiaoyi killing the fifth master, because it means that five positions are vacant!
According to the mysterious legend of Miaofeng Mountain, countless leaders in the past dynasties have died here. Without a backbone who can keep their word... the horse bandits immediately fell into turmoil. Each gang has its own ambitions, and no one is convinced!
Even a real army may collapse after losing its leader. In this era of cold weapons, reliance on leaders exceeds all else!
Not to mention the group of horse bandits!
The horse bandits retreated in a hurry, not knowing whether they would come again. Lou Xiaoyi put away his sword and slung his back, hands behind his back, and began to look at Miaofeng Mountain, wondering where to climb up!
Not being able to fly really made him a little uncomfortable.
Others couldn't see where the arrows came from, but that didn't include him! With a direction in his mind, he started walking towards the entrance of the valley, where there were still knights from the Xiaguan tribe waiting in formation blocking the way.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's not good to block the road like this! Do you want to collect tolls?"
The people in Xiaguan recovered from the shock and finally understood the fact: they were saved!
Although I don’t know the specific reason, is it because of this Taoist’s unpredictable swordsmanship? Or those mysterious arrows? Or simply some manifestation of the magic of Miaofeng Mountain? It can’t change the fact that they were saved!
Munan was the first to greet him, because he felt that he was qualified for this, and as he was from the Central Plains, of course he had to fulfill his half-master's obligations.
"Taoist Master is good at swordsmanship! I am a swordsman who is honored! Zi Munan, a scholar from Yanzhao Weishan Prefecture, has met Taoist Master here. Thank you for your help, otherwise we may not be able to pass this level!"
Lou Xiaoyi smiled. He didn't know anything. He didn't care about Yanzhao or Weishan Prefecture. Now he just needed to find the person he was looking for, the Guan he was looking for.
"No thanks, I'm confused. The last few arrows are not my fault, it's someone else! I have something to do, so I'll take the first step..."
Munan has the temperament of being familiar with and entangled, and he follows behind without mercy.
"The Taoist priest's surname is Gao. I also practice swordsmanship. I wonder if I might ask the Taoist priest for some advice later? And express my thanks?"
Lou Xiaoyi was already far away, and his voice gradually faded away.
"Taoist Fang Wailou, the sword on his back is completely true; the Tao of following fate is the foundation, and the true body is reflected outside the object..."
