"Zheng!" Dielianhua suddenly made a clear and loud sword sound, bringing Zhou Yi's thoughts back to the "crisis" of being surrounded by nearly a hundred Turkic warriors.
Zhou Yi's gaze returned to the Dielianhua again, and a casual smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't take these Turkic soldiers in front of him seriously at all. In his eyes with soft light flowing, it seemed that only the Dielianhua in his hand was worthy of attention.
Die Lian Hua was the precious sword that the peerless swordsman Yan Fei relied on to conquer the world. It was three feet and eight inches long, with diamond-shaped dark patterns all over the sword body and the three characters "Die Lian Hua" cast in bird-shaped seal script.
The blade is not straight, and the spine is clearly a linear edge. The widest part is about half a foot away from the hilt, and then it curves inward until the tip bulges outward again and then curves inward to form a sharp tip. The whole blade is glowing green, giving people a feeling of being as cold as ice and snow, and as sharp as a hair that can be cut by a blow.
"rush-"
Just as Zhou Yi was distracted, the Turkic soldiers around him quickly folded their shields. A man dressed like a Turkic officer rushed forward waving a machete in his hand, "Everyone, kill!"
Then, dozens of figures rushed together, all of them with a resolute momentum, rushing towards the slightly thin white figure in the field.
Then "Zheng!"
The sword light shot out beautiful fireworks in the air. The dazzling and psychedelic sword light shot out in all directions like stars in the sky. Blood spurted out as the swords crossed. People's arms and bodies flew up. In a short period of time, the beautiful fireworks were like evil spirits from hell, reaping the lives of those Turkic soldiers.
In just a few breaths, there was no Turkic soldier standing beside him.
Zhou Yi made a graceful sword flower, quickly put Die Lianhua back into the scabbard, turned around, and walked quickly towards Yamucha: "Are you from the Qiyan tribe?"
Yamcha looked tense, knife in hand, looking at Zhou Yi cautiously, then nodded slowly.
Seeing Yamcha so nervous, Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh, waved his hand, and said, "No need to be like this. I have a good personal relationship with your leader Temujin. Can you tell me about the current situation of your war with the Turks?"
Yamucha pondered for a moment, slowly put down the sword in his hand, and uttered a somewhat desolate voice: "Our situation is not very good. Although the situation has changed, Huihe, Khitan, Xixia and other countries have joined us to fight against the Turks, but our combat power on the battlefield is still far inferior to that of the Turkic wolf riders. Last night we were moving to the bank of the Qiluo River, but were caught up by Wu Shentong's Western Route Army. After a fierce battle, many troops were dispersed..."
Zhou Yi's face couldn't help but darken when he heard that. He had originally planned to create more difficulties for Feng Yancheng in the rear, and then join Temujin's main force to fight the Turks. However, he didn't expect Feng Yancheng to make the decision so quickly. How courageous it was to cut off one's own arm
The Turks had millions of troops and lost their control in the rear. Temujin... .....had a hard time... .....
The fine rain gradually wet Zhou Yi's clothes. He stood there quietly, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists!
The rain continued to fall and had not stopped yet. After cleaning up the battlefield and eating something, they set off again in the direction of the main force's retreat.
Damu Village is a village located on the west side of the Qiluo River. Due to the continuous wars in recent years, this place has now been abandoned.
When Zhou Yi, Yamcha and the others arrived, it was already getting dark. The abandoned village under the gray-black sky looked like a ghost town with no one in it. After a day of rain, everyone was a little depressed. After a brief discussion, Zhou Yi and Yamcha decided to find a place to stay nearby.
Out of caution, the group concealed their tracks. Zhou Yi went out to carefully inquire about the movements near Linglong. They were surprised to find that there were still a few scattered families living in the abandoned village.
A few people and the villagers spent money to buy some dry food, cleaned up a few clean houses, and prepared to rest here for a night and continue their journey tomorrow.
The next morning, when everyone was about to set off, they suddenly heard screams coming from the other end of the village. After listening carefully, they realized that someone had come and had already entered the village.
Everyone quickly hid on the spot, and more than 30 people silently picked up their weapons. Zhou Yi hid behind the door first, looking at the people coming from a distance.
The sounds coming from the village ahead were chaotic. Someone broke open the door, an old man screamed and begged for mercy, and someone shouted, "Where is the food! Come out, where did you hide the food?"
These bandits came from the north, and judging from the bags on their backs, they looked like they were fleeing. Zhou Yi turned around, made a few gestures to Yamcha and the others, then slowly extended three fingers!
three!
two!
one!
"Swish! Swish!" Several wind-breaking sounds were heard immediately, and the arrows that had been ready to be fired quickly harvested the lives of the bandits. Then, dozens of Qiyan men who had been hiding suddenly rushed out with swords and shields, shouting, screaming, and collisions became more intense. People rushed out from different parts of the village, and the formation of three or five people fiercely charged into the formation of the bandits.
The battle was over very quickly. The bandits were much weaker than regular soldiers, let alone a peerless master like Zhou Yi.
Almost all the bandits who entered the village were chopped to the ground, while Zhou Yi's side suffered almost no casualties. Fortunately, the bandit leader was lucky enough. Zhou Yi just wanted to find out some information, so he deliberately spared his life and took him into a dilapidated house.
"What are you?"
"... ... ..We are bandits from the nearby area, and we haven't done anything... ...harmful to the world... ....We still hope that you..." The bandit leader was frightened after seeing the terrifying sword light when Zhou Yi killed the enemy, and he spoke with tears and snot.
Seeing this, Zhou Yi frowned and said coldly: "Shut up! I ask a question, you answer it, don't say more!"
“Yes yes…..Yes!”
"Why are you out here robbing people and carrying so much luggage?"
“No, no, no!” The bandit leader waved his hands and said, “We didn’t originally plan to rob people. We just saw this small village and felt itchy. We originally wanted to flee to the Central Plains…”
"Escape to the Central Plains? Why?"
"Because the Mongolian Khan Temujin has begun to gather troops in the Hanan River area, probably preparing for a decisive battle with the Turks, so we..."
"Bang!" The water cup in Zhou Yi's hand fell to the ground. He felt as if struck by lightning and looked at the bandit with disbelief on his face.
"What did you say?" (To be continued)