The fire light illuminated the surrounding area. The girl looked in disbelief and said loudly, "The back mountain is not only the cliff but also Gu Mountain. How did you get up there?"
Listening to the girl's voice, Pei Ziyun's eyes turned cold. The visitor was evil. Was he an enemy of the village
"kill!"
More than 20 mountain people came around, with murderous intent on their bodies. The knives on their waists were all drawn out. The knives were in the firelight, with murderous intent. They shouted, surrounded, surrounded and killed. The momentum was amazing.
"kill"
Pei Ziyun pulled out the long sword and sneered. The sword suddenly flashed, and the sword "zheng" burst out with flames. A trace of power as thin as a hair came up on the sword. The long sword suddenly tilted and almost fell out of hand.
"Poof" a bloody hole appeared in the man's throat for an instant.
Then the light of the sword slashed down, and Pei Ziyun's figure appeared. It reached the man's right rib, and the man could not avoid it at all. The onlookers clearly saw that the rest of the people screamed at the same time, only to hear a "pop" sound, and the sword thrust forward without any hindrance. Entering, the sword tip penetrated the internal organs hard and stirred.
"Uh..." After a while, the two of them fell down with groans.
"Kill, follow the young master to kill the enemy."
"Kill, kill him!" someone screamed, and he was slashed with several knives in an instant.
"Flash Technique!"
At this moment, a ball of white light exploded in an instant, and everyone's eyes lit up and they could not see clearly.
"Kill!" Pei Ziyun dodged to the left, raised his sword, and the tip penetrated a person's left hip. Then he pulled it out, dodged again, and ruthlessly penetrated a man's heart with the sword.
As he moved forward, the sword flashed and surrounded the person who came up, his throat torn and blood splattered.
The effect of the flash spell faded, and the mountain warriors who rushed forward were horrified at the sight, screaming: "Witchcraft, the witchcraft of the high priest!"
"Don't panic." At this moment, a middle-aged mountain man came up to fight and shouted loudly: "Take your life!"
The light of the sword came towards him.
"Warrior, warrior!" the originally timid mountain warriors shouted,
There were clouds in the sky, but they dispersed, and the cold moonlight and the shining starlight suddenly appeared. Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and the middle-aged mountain man's head flew out. At this time, he opened his mouth wide, and there was still a bit of pain. Call out.
Less than a tenth of a second after the cry, the body rushed forward, fell down, fell to the ground, and stood up half upright. A large red and white thing emerged from the head of the head. Then there was no more sound or movement, and he fell down again.
Only then did Pei Ziyun retreat for the first time and avoid the two swords.
It is extraordinary to be able to make Pei Ziyun give in. The two people in front of him both have bright eyes, but one is a young man. Although he is tall, his face is still childish, and the other is a middle-aged man with high eyebrows and a smile. Wind and frost.
"It's the sword skills developed through killing."
"It's a bit like military swordsmanship, only weirder."
The stalemate was short-lived. In the next moment, the three of them were intertwined. There was a "beat" sound, and a shoulder-length severed arm flew out. Its fingers stretched out in mid-air, as if trying to catch something, but there was only air.
With a "clang", Pei Ziyun deflected the young man's knife attack. The middle-aged man who had lost an arm held the knife tightly in his right hand. The moonlight reflected on his face. There was no pain at all, but he seemed to be a little sad. He continued to charge with the knife. forward.
"puff"
This time the long sword penetrated from the left side. The middle-aged man's eyes opened wide and blood spurted out like a fountain. Pei Ziyun drew his sword and stepped back, blocking the young man's knife again.
"You are so young, you don't have a master, your sword skills are so terrifying, you are born spiritual."
"It's a pity that if you meet me, you'll still die!"
Pei Ziyun couldn't hold back. Both of them were people with refined martial arts and precise martial arts skills, but in terms of skill, this young man was still a step above.
Swordsmanship is the art of war, so Pei Ziyun killed the weakest person first. For a moment, the two people did not take action immediately, but just stood there.
In just a second or two, murderous intent appeared in the young man's eyes, and the childishness was replaced by a sinister and terrifying murderous intent. Suddenly, the young man pounced on him like a leopard, and it was a lightning-like knife.
"Restraint!" Maybe the gap just now was to accumulate strength and murderous intent. Unfortunately, Pei Ziyun was not just a warrior, and this gap also gave him the opportunity to use it.
The young man's body stiffened. It was almost trivial, but the outcome and life and death were already determined. The sword light suddenly penetrated the skin, cut the muscles, cut off the nerves and blood vessels, and pierced the heart.
The young man had a strange look on his face. He was startled for a moment. He let go of the long knife and dropped it to the ground. He touched the sword. The next moment, the sword was pulled out and the young man fell on his back.
"Dajiu and his son are dead, Dajiu and his son are dead!" The faces of the mountain warriors in the field were filled with fear and disbelief.
The information was wrong. The people in the village clearly said that they were descendants of priests, so they used fire to cut off the venomous snakes in the mountains to prevent them from being summoned, so they could be killed. But with such martial arts and swordsmanship, even swordsmen who were famous for hundreds of miles were instantly stunned. Kill.
"Follow the young master and kill!" He Qingqing couldn't help being startled when he saw this situation, and went up to kill him with a knife.
"Go to hell, we won't let the high priest come back." The mountain warriors were originally panic-stricken, but now they seemed to be driven crazy. Suddenly a warrior shouted and rushed forward with a ferocious expression.
The light of the sword approached, He Qingqing smiled coldly, and slashed with the sword. After a few rounds, the warrior passed by him, clutching his throat and fell to the ground.
"What about the young master's side?" He Qingqing thought, looking back, she saw Pei Ziyun walking through the crowd at a glance. Wherever the sword light hit, it was not an enemy at all. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people were killed, and every time As soon as the sword flashed, there was blood splashing. Even because one was fighting against many, it could not be as graceful as "killing a little blood". Even with Pei Ziyun's current swordsmanship, he would definitely be hacked to death if he did this - so wherever he came, Everywhere, along with the blood, various limbs flew out.
In less than a minute, the surrounding area was full of corpses and blood. The remaining people seemed to be driven crazy by the situation, or they didn't even have time to feel fear, they just slashed wildly, not even caring about their own people. He Qingqing could see one person being killed. Cut off his own arm.
But the sword light was still there, and the number of people around him decreased rapidly. The last person suddenly showed a weird smile, and then his head separated, and two round eyes fell out of their sockets!
There were no enemies left, only one holding a knife, trembling in front of Pei Ziyun.
"Tell me, who sent you here?" Pei Ziyun wiped his sword with his hand and asked with a sneer. He was also covered in blood and sweat. After this short fight, he was almost exhausted.
"Kill!" Although the mountain warrior was trembling, he rushed towards him. Pei Ziyun touched the sword and the sword flew out. The sword was close to the warrior's neck and he was about to ask questions. The man lunged at the sword. .
"Poof!" A large amount of blood spurted out, and then he fell to the ground. The blood flowed all over the ground, but there was no ground. There was some light in his eyes, and there seemed to be some hope.
At this time, all the enemies were killed. He Qingqing's face turned pale, which showed that she was quite shocked by what she saw. The two mountain warriors who followed them knelt down and shouted: "Young Master, all the thieves will be killed."
His body was trembling, showing that he was extremely convinced.
He Qingqing suddenly seemed to hear a sound on one side and hurriedly stepped forward: "Young Master, I seem to hear the sound of drums and shouts."
Pei Ziyun also reacted immediately and said, "No, it's a village. The enemy is attacking. Hurry, go back."
The four people ran and looked from a distance. In the dark night, a winding black snake was surrounding the front mountain, slowly pressing on it with the light of fire. At a glance, it looked like one or two thousand torches. The horns were calling one after another, and the sound was huge. There were only a few people in the village, and they seemed to be in a panic.
"Hurry, hurry!" The four of them rushed forward with all their strength. As they got closer, they saw the village with torches and a few people patrolling above. As the four of them approached, the people on the village shouted from afar: "But the village master and the young master? "
"It's us." He Qingqing stepped forward to answer. After listening to the girl's words, the people on the wall breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Quick, quick, get the gondola down for the village master and the young master!"
After listening to the words, there was a hanging basket placed on the wall. The four of them went up twice. When they arrived at the wall, they saw familiar people coming out. He Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced in her heart: "Fortunately, there is no one there yet. thing."
"Master of the village, young master, for some unknown reason today, the five nearby villages suddenly went up the mountain to attack, trying to knock down our village."
Before Pei Ziyun could speak, there were rapid footsteps in the house under the wall.
The rapid footsteps came from different directions. There was no rhythm at first, but as the footsteps approached, they gradually formed a rhythm with each other.
Soon, under the dim light of the stars and moon, people appeared around. Hundreds of people gathered, including men, women, old and young. All the original tattered clothes were gone, and they all wore special clothes, which looked like some kind of military uniform. With a dark red color.
Yesterday, the wrinkled old woman put on gorgeous clothes, which looked like some kind of priestly clothes. She held up a black flag and blew a whistle. These people, even old people, young people and girls, stopped and stood upright. At every turn, they were arranged in three rows.
As the array was completed, the right arms of the three teams shook in unison, and the cloth cover flew out, and cold light suddenly appeared. It turned out that this was a long knife, similar to a Miao knife, three feet long, without a handle, and the blade shone with cold light. , indicating its sharpness.
"The Hundred Refined Long Sword, this murderous aura, this array!"
"We can't even eat, and our clothes are in tatters, but the military flags, uniforms, and weapons are still intact."
Pei Ziyun only glanced at it, then shuddered, and an indescribable electric current rushed from his back to his mind.
Yesterday I went up the mountain and all I saw were breathless mountain people oppressed by poverty. So although the girl said several times that all the people who stayed behind were the most devout believers, Pei Ziyun didn't take it to heart. In his mind, these were the people who needed to be taken care of. Just people.
Now this column can see its true color.
"Young Master, all members of the Lumen Army are here." The old woman said loudly, the black flag was floating in the air, and all men, women, old and children went into battle. Seeing this situation, even He Qingqing couldn't help but open his mouth. Pei Ziyun glanced at it and felt in his heart clear.
"He Qingqing is just a secular manager, but this old woman is the one who holds the military flag!"
"I thought it was ridiculous that my uncle wanted to become a king. But now it seems that those who can achieve something are extraordinary."
"Twenty years have passed, and these remnants are still breathing their last breath!"
(End of chapter)