One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 154 Encountering an old friend
The Beiyuan shaman he dealt with this time was only at the level of Thunder Tribulation once or twice, which was about the same strength as the shaman Song Yun killed in Anxi back then.

Song Yun was still in the realm of a pseudo-martial saint back then, and he could win easily, but now he killed the enemy directly with a single sword.

The sword qi was mixed with a strong blood-bale qi, and while splitting the flesh, it also cut the soul into pieces.

Song Yun's spirit immediately came out of his body, turning into a big mouth, and swallowed the shaman's remnant soul in one gulp.

This is King Tang Jing's secret method "Soul Swallowing Technique", which can swallow a dying soul and refine it into its own soul power.

Although the efficiency is lower than that of the [Town City Martial Arts] talent, and only absorbs a small part of the essence of the soul, it is better to use it outside Anxi City than nothing.

In an instant, the mighty Beiyuan shaman just now was dead.

"Run--" At this time, several Beiting Xiantian words just came out of their mouths.

Seeing the body broken in half in the distance, they opened their mouths wide and lost their voice for a while.

Before leaving, the general Xie He told them that there would be a master and Taoist master secretly escorting them, so that they don't have to worry about safety.

However, the young man in white who killed ghosts and immortals in an instant with a sword, is really just a grandmaster?

Song Yun noticed that there were still enemies nearby, and turned around and said, "Go ahead."

"Yes!" Although the innate masters of Beiting were puzzled, they still carried out the order decisively at the moment and ran towards the east quickly.

With a wave of Song Yun's hand, the yellow sand rolled up and buried the shaman's body in the ground to cover up all traces.

Then he walked towards the north.

After running a little farther, they changed to low-altitude skimming, and quickly flew several miles away, catching up with a Northern Plains cavalry.

These cavalry were originally cooperating with the shaman, but they didn't expect their own shaman to be slaughtered after a face-to-face meeting.

However, Song Yun would not let anyone leave. This request for help had to be kept as secret as possible, so that King Tang Jing arrived suddenly and by surprise, the best results would be achieved.

The bronze sword was horizontally in front of him, slashing forward with the momentum of flying in the air.

A cyan-red sword qi swayed away, shaped like a half moon, as cold as ice.

Breaking through the air, he caught up with the cavalry in an instant.

Hundreds of cavalry were still running away on horseback, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in their waists.

Looking down, he suddenly found that his upper body had been detached from the horse's back!

The intestines were dripping with blood, dripping from the waist.

The sword energy continued to sweep forward, cutting off all the heads of the horses.

Puff puff puff... Countless limbs and broken bodies fell in the air, and then the screams of the Northern Plains cavalry rang out.

A sword qi, cutting hundreds of riders in half, is quite easy for Song Yun today.

Then the divine sense swept away and checked the battlefield.

"Huh?" He chuckled lightly.

This sword was supposed to completely wipe out the enemy army, but unexpectedly there was a fish that slipped through the net.

A Beiyuan cavalryman survived. He jumped off his horse ahead of time and fell to the ground, avoiding the horizontal slash of the sword energy.

At this moment, the man was lying on his back on the desert with his eyes closed, motionless, letting the half of his comrade's body press his legs.

"Playing dead?" Song Yun shook his head and laughed, and was about to strike with his sword.

Suddenly his heart moved, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that the Northern Plains cavalry who was pretending to be dead looked familiar.

He flew in front of the cavalry, looked down carefully.

This is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who already has the realm of a third-tier warrior, which shows that his talent is very good.

Being able to vault ahead of time and avoid the sweep of sword energy shows that people are also smart and decisive. If they can survive, their future achievements will not be small.

The boy was still pretending to be dead with his eyes closed, but lying down, he always felt something was wrong.

Opening his eyes quietly, he found a young man in white suspended in the air, staring down at him.

The boy shuddered in fright.

Being able to suspend in the air is naturally a martial sage realm, killing him is as easy as crushing an ant.

The young man was filled with despair.

Song Yun didn't kill him, he smiled and said, "What's your name?"

"Hmph, if you want to kill, kill..." The young man thought to himself that his death was imminent, but stiffened instead.

Song Yun's face darkened, and he shouted: "I ask what your name is!"

When Wu Sheng's power is released, it is like a landslide and tsunami, which makes people tremble.

The young man was trembling like sifting through chaff, and it took him a while to recover. He no longer had the thought of speaking harshly, and obediently replied:

"My name is Uwe."

Song Yun laughed again, "So it was you, no wonder he survived."

Feeling that the young man in white didn't seem to have any killing intent, the boy Ubi widened his eyes in surprise, "You...don't plan to kill me?"

"I can't let you go back and report the news." Song Yun shook his head and reached out to grab it.

"It's over." Uwe closed his eyes in frustration.

He was only 16 years old, and he was about to make great achievements and show his ambitions. He didn't expect to meet a martial artist in the first battle of his life, which was really bad luck.

The next moment, Song Yun grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"You—" Uwe blushed, struggling weakly in the air.

"What are you, young people don't know how to be polite." Song Yun squeezed lightly with five fingers, directly knocking him out.

Uwe's fate is indeed undeserving. In a few decades, he will become a new generation of Shanyu in Beiyuan, leading a large army to attack Anxi and offering tens of thousands of heads.

Song Yun was naturally reluctant to kill such a lucky star.

But I can't let it go now, so I keep it with me first.

After this battle is over, we will study and study whether we can do something about this young man.

Song Yun carried Uwei and turned towards the east.

He quickly caught up with several innate talents of the Beiting Army.

Seeing the young man in white returning, they slowed down and thanked each other, "Thank you, brother, for your help!"

"It's okay, I'm also a member of the Beiting Army." Song Yun waved his hand.

Several people looked at each other when they heard the words, "When did the Beiting Army have a Martial Saint?"

"Martial Sage?" Song Yun shook his head, "I am the grand master."

"Grandmaster..." Several congenital faces became strange.

Killing ghosts and immortals with one sword, is this something a grand master can do?
Although this white-clothed young man did not show his imposing manner and looked like a master, he couldn't hide his terrifying achievements.

Seeing that Song Yun didn't want to reveal his realm, the few of them didn't dare to take it seriously, they nodded repeatedly, "That's right, he is indeed a martial arts master!"

"Weak ghost immortals may not be able to beat strong grandmasters..."

Seeing these people coming to the road, Song Yun smiled with satisfaction, and threw two bottles of blood-enhancing pills, "Time is running out, hurry up."

Several congenitals divided the pills and found that they were all earth-level treasures, and they were overjoyed.

Glancing at the young Uwei in Song Yun's hand again, they didn't say much, they put away the pills and pretended they hadn't seen anything.

Above the vast desert, a group of people galloped up.

After running for dozens of miles, we will be very close to Shuofang Road.

Neither the Northern Plains nor the Three Kingdoms in the Northwest dared to cause trouble near the borders of the heyday Tang Kingdom, and everyone's situation was finally safe.

A group of people came outside the Shuofang Road checkpoint, reported their identities, and handed over the certificate.

The status of the Beiting army in this era is not ordinary, Shuofang defenders attach great importance to it, check the document is correct, and immediately let people in.

"I'm looking for Jiedu envoys, please send a message from Taoist masters thousands of miles away!"

(End of this chapter)