Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 746 Want to know what's going on in the "mountain"

Chapter 270 Want to Know the Things in the "Mountain"

As soon as Dalamut fought against the woodcutter, he discovered that his opponent was unusual.He already practiced magic arts, although his realm advanced rapidly, but his inner strength and true energy were mixed.But this woodcutter was just the opposite of him, with a thick and somewhat outrageous true essence, which made him punch the space barrier like a punch.

When the two riders pass by each other, a crowd of people turn their backs on their backs.

The blood slipped quietly along the blade of Mo Dao and merged into the wind and sand.

As a desperado who licks blood at the edge of a knife, the horse thief naturally doesn't care about casualties, and sometimes he doesn't even have to take his life.Dalamut took out the golden ring sword from behind, turned his horse's head and slowly leaned forward again.He knew in his heart that he might not be the opponent of this person. Fortunately, the cavalry is now facing each other. Even if there is a difference in strength between the two, it is impossible for the opponent to kill him in one face-to-face.Compared with his own level of resistance to beating, the opponent's standard Mo Dao was much more fragile.

Dalamute secretly calculated that if he made three charges, the Mo Dao would gradually roll its blade.At most half an hour, the woodcutter will completely lose his weapon, thus losing his threat.He secretly calculated the number of people he had left, which would be enough to grind the opponent to death.

"Your Excellency has acted like this, but do you have old grudges with my Eight Red Barbarians?" Dalamut asked with a gloomy expression.

It's just that the other party didn't answer him, and they were still running one by one and gradually speeding up.

"Hmph! Let's see how long you can be rampant!" Dalamut is not easy to deal with, seeing that the other party ignores him, he stops talking nonsense.

The sky is filled with wild sand, and in such a violent sandstorm, only horse thieves who have been in the Western Regions all year round dare to charge cavalry in this environment.The standard Mo Dao was far less tough than Dalmut had guessed before. During the third hedge, it broke in a confrontation with a horse thief's machete.

Naturally, Dalmut would not let go of such a good opportunity, and saw that the team of horse thieves instantly split into two groups, one left and the other right to outflank the "woodcutter".

This was arranged in advance by the third master. As long as the opponent's weapon is damaged, he will immediately counter-outflank and take it down in one fell swoop.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's son!"

The woodcutter, who was wearing a coir raincoat and a huge bamboo hat to hide his appearance, finally spoke at this moment, and his voice sounded young.

The horse under his crotch seemed to have understood human nature, raised its front hooves high, instantly brought the speed to the fastest, and came straight towards the group of horse thieves.At this time, he had already thrown away the shattered Mo Dao in his hand, without holding any weapon.

Dalamut's eyes glowed red, and traces of black and dark red true energy continuously gathered towards the golden ring sword in his hand.

"Stinky boy, go to hell and regret it!" He suddenly shouted as he approached.

The Jinhuan Broadsword was in front of him in a blink of an eye, and the stern black sword was like a devouring beast, going straight to the woodcutter's vital point.

puff!
A human head flew away in response, and Dalamut's hearty laughter was mixed with wind and sand.

The young man in the coir raincoat has now turned into a headless corpse, and the flying head has long been buried in the wind and sand.

And Dalamut, who had just succeeded, wiped the blood on a golden ring knife, and the tyranny in his eyes did not decrease at all, but there was more doubt.

Why is it so simple?Even a little effortless.

He was ready to fight fiercely for an hour, but he didn't expect that the opponent died in his hands in less than half an hour.Could it be that he was mistaken?

But the dead body in front of him couldn't be deceiving, and the bloody smell from the Golden Ring Broadsword couldn't be wrong.

……

On this trip, Dalamt originally planned to come here to explore the battlefield. He had already discussed with the master. Although this formation was manipulated by the master of the Demon Cult, it is better to step on the spot in advance.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately planned to organize his formation, count the number of people and set out to explore the battlefield again.

As the saying goes, if you don’t know a little bit, you will be shocked a little bit.

Dalam looked at the ten remaining horse thieves behind him in astonishment. You must know that this time he came out with more than a hundred people.Just now, I confronted the woodcutter three times. Even if the opponent had outstanding combat power, and there were hundreds of pigs on my side, it was impossible for the woodcutter to kill everyone in three charges.

"wrong!"

The third master finally realized something, and immediately turned his head to look at the "woodcutter" who had been beheaded by him not far behind him.

At some point, the coir raincoat on the corpse was gone, replaced by a horse thief decoration.

Looking at the twisted corpses all over the ground, it turned out that it was not the woodcutter who confronted Dalamut just now, but his own subordinates.

"This, this is, phantom array?!"

As if answering his question, a voice suddenly sounded from his soul.

"You can know the nature of fish near the water, and the sound of birds near the mountains. If you want to know the things in the mountains, you have to ask the woodcutter."

A mysterious woodcutter wearing a coir raincoat and bamboo hat slowly appeared from the surrounding wind and sand, but there was more than one person coming, and there were figures walking out of the wind and sand in all directions, and there were ten people in all.

Dalamute knew in his heart that this was caused by the phantom array, so he had to bite the bullet and ask, "What does this expert want? Why bother to kill us all?!"

The woodcutter no longer had the Mo knife in his hand at this time, and he thought that he had cut it off when he confronted the horse thief just now.

"Aren't you eight red barbarians?"

Dalamut was silent for a while, and then replied in a low voice: "That's right."

"So, you guys were the ones responsible for the attack on Loulan City that caused a lot of noise a while ago?" the woodcutter continued to ask.

Under such circumstances, the horse thief third elder had no choice but to nod in response.

"Who is behind your scenes?"

This time Dalamut didn't answer the other party again, because he knew that if he said it, not only himself, but also the entire Eight Chiman tribe would disappear from now on.

The woodcutter waited for a while, and saw that none of the remaining dozen or so horse thieves responded, so he said: "Don't deliberately hide it, I know it was done by the Demon Sect, you just need to tell me what I want to know." Just tell me."

It is a very frustrating moment to be called to break one's hole cards.Dalamut froze on the spot for a moment, he really couldn't figure out where this mysterious man came from.

"I don't know what you're talking about? No one ordered us. Do horse thieves need other reasons to kill people? Naturally, it's because Loulan City is so rich. How can we not loot it?" Dalamut didn't flinch, and followed As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he appeared beside the woodcutter.

Although he is heavy in the phantom formation, after all, his own strength and realm are placed there, after careful identification, he still found the deity.He knew that the opponent was a master at using knives, and the shattering of Mo Dao was undoubtedly the weakest moment of the opponent.

The golden ring knife mixed with the black and red sword, came straight to the bamboo hat.

Ding!
A long sword blocked the blow!
The woodcutter drew the sword from his waist at the moment when the sword was approaching him, in a clever way of drawing the sword.What caught Dalamut's attention even more was that the opponent's long sword that blocked his Golden Ring Broadsword was unusual, and it was as black as ink.

(Revised, you can watch!)
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