The weather was fine, and the sun warmed through the cracks in the curtains and fell on Mo Ying's face in the tent.
Mo Ying has a very resolute face, and his temperament is actually very similar to that of Liang Lian. He and Liang Lian, a group of generals belonging to the young and strong faction in the army, have a lot in common. In the final analysis, they all grew up in the era of leading the Bashan Sword Field.
Although the generals of the Bashan Sword Field at that time were not as desperate as the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu, they had firm beliefs that were incomparable to the generals of other dynasties. Serenity, resoluteness, bravery, fearlessness... These are the temperaments that were commonly found in those practitioners who were born in the Bashan sword field at that time.
In terms of growth experience, Mo Ying also had a very similar encounter with Liang Lian.
Liang Lian used to be just an ordinary coachman, while Mo Ying was an ordinary pharmacist. He was not even considered a pharmacist on the battlefield, but was only responsible for preparing some basic hemostatic drugs.
Both of them finally became powerful practitioners because they came into contact with the strong men in the Bashan Sword Field.
The most similar thing is that both of them betrayed the Bashan Sword Field, so they quickly gained a very high status.
Liang Lian was in charge of about half of the defense forces around Changling, and he was only one step away from becoming a marquis. As for Mo Ying, he followed Wei Hou and was the most important general under Wei Hou, second only to Wei Hou in power.
The only difference is that Liang Lian has been in Changling before, while Mo Ying has been leading the frontier army, and Mo Ying has really been personally taught by the Bashan Sword Field, both in terms of combat experience and personal cultivation. Out of Lianglian.
Even Liang Lian was seeking to become the fourteenth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty. Such a military dignitary who was stronger than Liang Lian naturally had the possibility of being named a prince. For so many years, Mo Ying has been willing to submit to Marquis Wei and lead the army for Marquis Wei. Only he himself knows the real reason.
Although the sun is warm, the wind is cold.
Mo Ying put down the military briefing she had read several times, drank the tea warmed by the charcoal stove next to her, and looked down to see a few yellow spots on the ground in the corner of the tent, but it had grown unconsciously. After seeing a few yellow wild flowers, he really felt some warmth.
The human spirit is easily fatigued after a little relaxation.
He felt a little tired, sighed softly, and rubbed his swollen temples.
After all, I am a little old, and my energy is no longer more than ten years ago.
But these exhaustions and exclamations only lasted for a short moment.
The yellowness in the field of vision of his eyes disappeared, and the few yellow flowers that were still alive before a few breaths turned into a faint white, just like a person's temples stained with frost.
The sudden intensification of the coldness in the cold wind not only quickly condensed the water vapor in the air into frost, but even with a strange smell, it squeezed out the water in the green grass and flowers and froze on the surface.
Such a domineering and violent attack of vitality can only come from the killing intent of a powerful practitioner.
Several wrinkles appeared on Mo Ying's resolute face. He put down the slightly hot tea cup, and when he raised it up again, there was already a dagger on the table in front of him.
This short sword is only one-third the length of the ordinary Daqin long sword. The entire blade is very similar to the green color of the grass sprouts. There are fine white runes everywhere from the blade to the hilt, like green and tender. Clusters of white flowers growing in the grass.
This sword has been sealed for a long time, and without the injection of vitality at this moment, the color is particularly bleak.
Mo Ying watched the sword's breath, and raised her head.
A sharp sword intent formed from the air in front of him, and with a crash, the thick curtain was neatly cut off at the upper edge and fell to the ground.
At the same time that a large patch of sunlight broke into his eyes, a man and a woman walked outside the camp gate.
The camp where he is located is the command center of the Qin Army in this area, and there are countless sentry and hidden cards around it. Coming towards the main gate of the camp, the practitioners in the camp found the figures of these two people.
The woman is tall and slender, wearing an ordinary cyan coarse cloth robe, and it seems that there is wind and snow lingering in front of her face, making it difficult for people to see her appearance clearly.
The man walking side by side with her was dressed in the same black robe as Changling, but with a black scarf covering his face.
The dagger on the case in front of Mo Ying trembled slightly, and when he saw the female cultivator, he had already confirmed her identity.
As the commander-in-chief of an army, when an uninvited guest appeared, it should be time for him to issue an order, but he remained motionless and remained silent.
"end!"
A threatening shout sounded in the barracks.
Even though it is impossible for most people in the barracks to know the origin of the visitor at this time, the battle between the two dynasties is in full swing, and suddenly two strange practitioners come straight towards the gate of the barracks, anyone will feel inexplicably weird .
The two practitioners, a man and a woman, seemed to have not heard the sound of cracking gold and cracking stones at all, and they still just walked forward at their original pace.
"put!"
Without any hesitation, another shout was accompanied by many shrill piercing sounds.
Hundreds of arrows with faint flames fell like rain, burning the vitality of the world around the gate of the camp, but the most threatening thing was a flying sword hidden behind one of the arrows.
This flying sword flew in the vortex behind an arrow with an extremely sinister and stable posture, without making any unnecessary noise at all, and it didn't even have any impact on the arrow in front.
This is an extremely powerful flying sword control, even beyond the limit of true essence cultivation, and in many cases it is enough to kill practitioners who are stronger than the master of this flying sword with true essence cultivation.
When the flying sword quietly fell along with the arrows and approached the distance of several feet above the heads of the two practitioners, the two practitioners still did not respond.
However, at the next moment, there were some flying boulders around the woman's body. The boulders shone a deep gray and blue-black in the sun.
Puff puff puff...
There was a dense light sound.
The arrows that actually fell on the body of the woman and the practitioner beside her shattered, and even the flying sword hidden behind the arrows, which seemed to be silent but actually concealed and contained powerful vitality of heaven and earth, also shattered. broken at the same time.
For ordinary practitioners, the powerful flying sword and these arrows seemed to have no difference to this woman.
In the thinking of normal people, if such an arrow is a falling rock, then such a flying sword should be a hill.
How can there be no difference between a falling rock and a hill hitting a person
At this moment, time seemed to stop, and there was a dead silence in the barracks.
There was a loud click.
The camp gate made of heavy and thick wood was broken open, and pieces of wood fell to the ground like shattered pieces of ice.
The man and woman walked into the camp through the big hole.
In the next moment, a voice of fright and anger sounded. Any sergeant knows very well that as long as a powerful practitioner goes deep into the camp, some powerful talismans will no longer be able to function due to accidental injuries.
There were five practitioners who immediately went up to meet him, and unreservedly squeezed out all the true energy in their bodies without any backhands.
Five different sources of vitality gushed out like five waterfalls, hitting these two people.
The woman didn't look around, but simply stretched out her hand and made a movement of slashing with a sword.
The wind stopped suddenly and everything was frozen.
The entire barracks fell silent again.
Everyone saw an unimaginably deep blue-black filling their pupils, like an abyss being pulled out from the ground and thrown into the bright sky at the moment.
This extremely deep color comes from a natal sword born in the woman's hand.
In the next instant, the figures of the five practitioners were all cut in two from their waists, and when they landed, they made the sound of ice and snow falling to the ground.