The wind and sand are choppy.

In this gloomy environment, a group of masked horse bandits, entangled in the arrival of troubled times, are shouting and besieging the small village in front.

The scimitar flicked through, and blood splattered.

In this small space, the screams of innocent people echoed, begging for mercy.

Humanity is completely lost at this moment.

Just when this group completely lost their humanity and wanted to do something more ferocious, a voice did suddenly break into the killing.

"There is no humanity."

"There is no life."

"If you can die in a dignified battle on the battlefield, I can say a word of admiration, but you group of deserters will only bully the weak to show your hysteria."

"You shall not live."

The movement of their hands suddenly stopped, and almost everyone's attention was attracted by the voice, and when they turned their heads, they saw a dusty donkey, and on the back of the donkey sat a young man in brocade, and at his waist hung a weapon that somewhat resembled the scimitar in the hands of their group of horse bandits.

The only difference is that the opponent's knife is more curved and has an amazing arc.

"Who are you?"

"Don't worry about the old people's business!"

"Boy, life matters!"

One of the horse bandits at the head of the group walked out violently, pointed the scimitar in his hand at the comer, and reprimanded. As horse bandits who have always liked to run and come and go without a trace, they are basically good at fighting more and less, or even fighting with elimination, and carrying out kite tactics.

They are not afraid of ordinary masters, nor are they afraid of ordinary armies.

Here, too, this location is their weapon.

But the person in front of him, this group of horse bandits, was also speaking for the leading horse bandits, and many people commanded the horses under their crotches to slowly surround them. During this period of time, they also met a lot of so-called good hands in the rivers and lakes, who wanted to do chivalrous deeds, but the final result was either exhausted to death, or they were shot to death by bows and arrows, and the worst one was also lassoed by them and dragged to death in the Gobi Desert full of yarn.

"Oh?"

"Han Chinese?"

Yue Yuan looked at the eyes above the black linen cloth covering his face for a while, and found that the character configuration in this group of horse bandits was extremely complicated, and there were not only Mongolian fugitive cavalrymen in this group, but also the shadow of Han people.

In such a situation, Yue Yuan was not surprised.

This has been the case throughout the ages.

Sometimes, you will find that it is not the person who is really grieving, but someone else.

That's what we're looking for.

"I remember that this should be the sphere of influence of the Ming Sect!"

"How ......"

"Why do you dare to mess around here?"

Yue Yuan looked at the sky, glanced around, and roughly analyzed his current position in his heart, this place has clearly belonged to the Mingjiao sphere of influence. Looking at this group of horse bandits, Yue Yuan knew that in the early decades of the establishment of previous dynasties, they were often sorting out their internal order, and there were many bandits and bandits hidden in some of the places on this land.

This is a remnant produced between the succession of dynasties.

If it's not right, then it should be punished.

"Hahaha!"

As if they had heard something funny, the group of horse bandits suddenly burst out laughing when they looked at each other. In their opinion, now that the army of Mingjiao is fighting with the remnants of the Yuan Court and other rebel armies, where can they take care of these small things?

I have to say, they really have some vision.

Among them, the horse bandit who was the leader told this matter without any scruples.

“……”

Seeing this, Yue Yuan covered his forehead with one hand and sighed: "If it were the same temperament as before, how could I say so much?" ”

"That's it."

"As the leader of the Ming Sect, I'll give you a ride!"

Stop talking, bow your head.

Yue Yuan's right hand stroked the handle of the scimitar at his waist, and the slender five fingers moved gently and slowly as if they were caressing a lover.

Rise.

Qiang –

The scimitar is unsheathed.

Heaven and earth, at this moment, suddenly brightened and darkened.

Everyone present seemed to see a crescent moon rising at this moment.

The moon rises and the moon sets.

During the day, the horse bandits saw a scene that could only be seen at night. It's as if there is a strange situation, shortening the time in between, and being cut off from the night time by a fairy-like means to the day.

The red sun and the silver moon complement each other.

Dotted with stars.

Such a strange scene made everyone nervous for a while.

Moment.

The skyrim discoloration vanished and returned to its original state.

Scanning around, they strangely found that the young man who had been surrounded in the center had disappeared at some point.

What's going on?

What just happened?

For a while, the horses were restless, and the horse bandits were even more uneasy.

Such a strange scene made everyone tremble, and the innocent people who remained in the killing were even more terrified at the moment.

In the scenes that the different horse bandits saw, they saw with their own eyes that the young man who had drawn his scimitar walked down from the donkey's back slowly, and then came to the horse bandits step by step, and one of them waved a knife, and then put the knife into the sheath, and rode away leisurely on the donkey.

They didn't see the crescent moon, they didn't see the stars.

The group didn't even know what the hell was going on with these vicious bandits.

Seeing the young man ride away on a donkey, combined with the strange behavior of the horse bandits, made the group almost think that they had seen a ghost during the day.

Touching the body, looking around, especially the group of people who were almost hugging each other and trembling like quails, the horse bandits led by them always felt that something was wrong.

Looking.

When his eyes fell on a horse bandit beside him, he was suddenly stunned.

"You."

"Come here."

"What's in your eyes?"

The bandit leader with good eyes stared at his subordinates in a daze, and from a distance, he saw a strange light shining in the pupils of the other party, calling the other party, and when he walked in front of him, he finally saw what the light was.

It's a silver moon.

It's a scimitar.

The cold light flashed, bursting out of the pupils.

In an instant, the bandit on horseback was like a broken rag doll, blood splattered, and the sky was completely shattered in scarlet.

“！！！”

Blood was drenched, and almost at the same time, the sound of tearing rags sounded one after another, which was the sound of the human body being torn apart by the knife qi, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of horse bandits all turned into blood foam in the sky at this moment.

In the sight of the bandits, everything was dyed a brilliant blood-red color.

Hiss –

It was the familiar voice again, but at this moment the source of the sound was himself.

At the moment when the two halves of his gaze were separated in two directions, the bandit leader finally remembered something before his consciousness completely disappeared, and the young man in brocade walked up to him, took out a scimitar and gestured at him twice.

But why don't I remember?

He muttered, and his eyes were completely plunged into eternal darkness.

……

Da! Da! Da!

The donkey is still walking at a leisurely pace.

Yue Yuan, who was riding on his back, was closing his eyes and recuperating.

In his right hand, he kept tapping the scabbard of the scimitar at his waist, making a clanging sound, like the sound of spring rain falling to the ground.

Open your eyes and stop.

Yue Yuan sighed suddenly.

The knife is really the martial arts he is best at.

That familiar feeling engraved in the bones and imprinted on the soul.

But in Yue Yuan's heart, there was an inexplicable impulse to move.

It wants to make trouble.