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The night is miserable, the night is miserable, the wind and cold make the fog make the sky, the knife is bloodthirsty, the bloodthirsty knife, the sky is long and the smile shocks the night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Tianyun held the knife in his right hand, the tip of the knife hung down to the ground, and a little bit of silky blood slowly fell down on the tip of the knife, and "Horn click, horn click" fell from under the tip of the knife on the blood-stained long street. And the fishy crimson night was filled with a pungent and unpleasant smell of blood. The wind blew up, and the faint light mist began to cover it with a faint blood-red color. Like layers of rouge reddish light tents.

Ling Tianyun's mind was still reminiscing about the knife just now, and he was just a casual knife just now. There was no sword technique, just a slash as he wanted, what he didn't expect was that the Mahayana true qi surging around him was like a wild horse, going straight to the scimitar. He just slashed with his hand, but he had no power to fight back the Khitan warrior who was waiting for him in the martial cultivation realm, and split him in half with a single sword.

The faint shadow of the knife flashed in his mind, and only then did he realize that the casual slashing action in his hand just now was driven by the faint shadow of the knife in his mind. In other words, this knife is not really cast by himself, but the faint knife shadow in his mind that flickered and flickered. He didn't know why the faint sword shadow appeared in his mind, and there was no sword technique in the Heart Sutra. He didn't even have the most ordinary sword skills, and his heart was full of doubts at the same time.

Suddenly there was a sharp chirp in the dark night, and a black shadow passed over everyone's heads. The vague shadow was not large, but the sharp chirp was incomparably clear. The night was like water, and the black shadow that swept by quickly swirled back, hovering above everyone's heads for a while, and then flew away into the night, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone present showed a look of doubt, except for the arrogant Khitan third prince Yelu Zongheng. As soon as he heard the sharp chirp, his face changed slightly, and then a solemn gaze shot out of his eyes, and he raised his head to look at the black shadow hovering above everyone's heads, and when the black shadow disappeared from his sight, he took his gaze back.

Ignoring everyone's puzzled gazes, he leaped and flew on his horse, moving in one go, without any sluggishness because of the battle just now. Yelu waved the spear in his hand and looked intently at the naked young man standing with the sword in his hand, and there was a deep light in his eyes. But he didn't say anything, and as soon as he lifted the reins, he turned and left. And although the group of Khitan warriors who looked at each other did not understand what was happening, they did not say a word and flew on their horses.

A hurried sound of horses' hooves resounded in the dark night, and the remaining Khitan warriors galloped away with Yelu's departure. And on the streets where the blood flowed like a river, there was a strong smell of blood, which accumulated for a long time under the cold wind of this cold night, making people feel chills and palpitations.

There were about 20 Khitan warriors who left, and 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 emitted a faint yellow-orange light, and the light in circles illuminated this blood-colored long street even more terrifyingly.

On the street lay the corpses of those Khitan warriors, as well as the war horses with their hooves broken. The war horses that had not yet died let out a burst of wails, making this dark night look particularly terrifying. The blood flowed all over the ground, and the thick blood was like a bloody prison.

Ling Tianyun let out a long breath of candle breath, and he shot a terrifying light in his eyes towards the group of departing Khitans. The body of the shore stood still, and he did not frown as the cold wind swept through his chest like a knife, cutting him painfully. He knew that he had not used ten percent of his strength, and that he had done his best, although it seemed that he had the upper hand in this battle, but in fact he had lost.

Touching the cone-like stinging pain in his chest, if he was still his former self, then his chest would inevitably be severely injured by the fierce spear qi from Yelu's vertical and horizontal stabs. And since he cultivated the Mahayana Heart Sutra, he found that his physical body had become incomparably strong as iron, but the spear aura that stabbed wildly did not break through his physical body.

The demons in his heart had been eliminated, and Ling Tianyun knew that he was one step closer to that innate realm, and his flawed state of mind had also been sublimated. This made him very happy, this time the battle gave him too many surprises, in addition to his own demons, there was also a vague knife shadow in his mind inexplicably. As long as he followed the sword shadow in his mind, he would definitely exert his transcendent strength.

"Brother Ling will definitely have a great reputation in the battle tonight, but tonight is very shocking." The red-faced man dragged his tired body and said to Ling Tianyun. And an unconcealable grief appeared in his eyes, Mo Xiaoshan's death was too hard for him. The alliance between him and the Guiyi Army has not yet officially begun, but because of himself, he has lost a brother-like friend, and it has also brought heavy losses to the Guiyi Army.

"Brother Zhao has an overreputation, and the little brother is ashamed, if you want to say that this battle should be fought for Brother Mo. It's just that I don't know who the murderer who seriously injured Brother Mo is, and after this matter is investigated, the younger brother will definitely tell Brother Guo. Let the Guiyi Army avenge Brother Mo's blood hatred to comfort Brother Mo's spirit in the sky. ”

Ling Tianyun smiled, he didn't care what reputation tonight's battle would bring him. His goal is clear, and he will continue to move forward. Fame, power, money are no longer much attractive to him. And Mo Xiaoshan is the right-hand man of his only friend Guo Huai'an, and it is his responsibility to find out the real culprit. Faintly, he felt that this matter was not so simple, the flying eagle who sent the information to Yelu, and the gangster who secretly injured Mo Xiaoshan, all of this seemed to be a big net, enveloping everyone, including himself, may have become a small fish in other people's nets.

"Yes, Brother Mo's death is indeed regrettable, but this kind of national righteousness is unparalleled in the world, but it is admirable. I have caused you a burden tonight, but I do not know why Jeruth is so determined to kill me. Zhao Kuangyin's eyes were deep, and he sighed gloomily. He also sensed that what happened tonight was really strange, but what he didn't expect was that he had lost Mo Xiaoshan and Mo Xiaoshan's two entourage guards.

"Ah", Ling Tianyun was about to answer, but unexpectedly, a frightened voice sounded, like the ghost crying wolf. They didn't look back, and they didn't have to guess to guess that it was the thief Ma Chenghui. That guy was fine, he slept so deeply with such a noisy fight outside. Such a strange person, this bandit can also be competent.

When the shopkeeper saw the thief walking out of the inn gate tremblingly, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and he was about to speak, but he paused. Because Zhao Kuangyin gave him a vague vision, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the words back. All this was in Ling Tianyun's eyes, he didn't ask, looking at Ma Chenghui's face, he also knew that Ma Chenghui should have been given sweat medicine by this shopkeeper, that is, ordinary drugs, as for why they did this, maybe they had their thoughts.

"Let's go, let's burn the bodies of Brother Mo and this righteous soldier, and there will be a chance to bring their ashes back to the righteous army in the future. In this way, you can also return to the roots and leave people with thoughts. Zhao Kuangyin had a look of displeasure in his eyes, mainly for Ma Chenghui, who was so timid. I didn't know where to run with that awe-inspiring ruthlessness in the afternoon, and at this time, I was so frightened when I saw the corpses of so many Khitan warriors.

Ling Tianyun nodded undeniably, this was the only way to do it at present. And it is obviously impractical to bury them here, who knows if those Khitan warriors will come to dig a pit and dig the bottom of the rebellious trip. The Han people pay the most attention to the soil for peace, and the group of wolf-like barbarians of the alien race is the same, if they dig out the corpse of Mo Xiaoshan to threaten the Guiyi army, then they will become the sinners of the Guiyi army.

The raging fire can't burn the hatred in the heart, and the night is dark, and the grief in the heart is uneven. The flickering firelight was reflected on the bewildered faces. Several grim-looking men stood beside the raging flames, endless bloody breath surging towards the fire, and wisps of smoke billowed up.

The corpse wrapped in fire once again reflected its steely face, and then it was engulfed by the raging flames, and the unfinished Top Gun burned the hearts of the four people next to it in the flames. There is no sad face, no sad eyes, only the resolute belief sprouting in the hearts of everyone. The two unknown attendants, the two loyal and righteous men, also began to sink into the flames that swayed up.

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The earth is tolerant, no matter how bad the weather is, whether it is the rolling dark clouds or the majestic rain, or the winter snow, the silent earth accepts them one by one. Whether it was rain or snowflakes that fell on the ground, or even the red bloodstains, it silently accepted it.

The sky was faintly bright, and only a light gray light shone in the east, like a sharp sword cutting a bright mark on the sky. There was still a dead silence in the wilderness, there was not a sound everywhere, the thick blood that permeated the earth had not yet dissipated, and the blood on the ground had not yet coagulated and dried up.

However, a tearing wolf howl enveloped the lonely Taiping Inn, and it was the wolves that smelled blood in the mountains that suddenly gathered in groups. At first it was one, two, and later, hordes arrived. It was rare for the group of overlords who crisscrossed the barren mountains and mountains to smell such blood, and their eyes showed excitement. They couldn't help but howl in the sky, and suddenly, one after another, wolf howls resounded among the mountains.

Wolves began to appear on the long street like a bloody hell, and they came to smell the blood. Towards the horizontal corpse, a greedy gaze suddenly shot out of his eyes. They were about to step forward and pounce on the blood-stained corpse when they heard the sound of galloping horses' hooves like thunder from afar. The hoofs of the horses, which shook like the ground and the mountains, shook the wolves into panic and fled in all directions.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far to near, and in less than a few breaths appeared on this long and palpitating street. There were only twenty or thirty horses, and as soon as the knights approached the long street, they lowered their horses at a high speed. The leader of this group of knights was a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he was not very old, only about twenty years old. The leader was dressed in a black suit, and his bright red cloak fluttered in the wind on his back. There was an extraordinary heroic spirit between the man's eyebrows, and a pair of brilliant tiger eyes were embedded in his resolute face.

The man reined in and sat down on his horse, his eyes scanning the long bloody hellish street, his gaze moving slowly from the corpses, as if searching for something. After he had seen all the dozens of corpses lying on his side, there was a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"Young master, maybe Commander Mo has the appearance of an auspicious person, and it is not necessary that he has not fallen. I'd better go back quickly, don't delay the commander's important military plane. ”

Behind the man, a fiercely dressed samurai spoke to him, his tone full of respect. But the man ignored him, said nothing, pondered for several breaths, and then rode back. Before leaving, he looked back at the long street full of corpses, and finally seemed to have made up his mind, and with a whip of his horse, he galloped away.