Xingding has never known his name all his life. Of course, it is not because his parents died too early and he has not yet had time to choose a catchy name. It is because this generation of ape slaves, who are of the lowest origin, are at least despised. Those positions are more like a guest who turned into an ape slave in order to hide people's eyes and ears. I don't know how low he has to be. If he meets the first three or five ape slaves, even if Xingding is old, he still has to keep his knees strong. He hit the ground, shrank up, and then stretched out one hand to step on the feet of the person in front of him. It was only polite to step on the palm of his hand with the sole of his boot. If etiquette is lost, a fifth-grade ape slave can easily kill such a lowly ape slave in the street. There is no need to pay much money, and there is no need to pay life. If you kill, you will kill. Two round heads will roll down in the street. No need to look, just hearing a deep sound, one soft sound and two soft sounds, the muffled sound of a head falling to the ground, the tribesmen will know that an ape slave must have been killed. The soft sound is a monkey's head, and the deep sound is a human head.
Just as he was stunned, Xingding opened his eyes in an instant and looked around with a frown.
Most of the time he was on the road these days, and the schedule was not urgent. However, he was always on tenterhooks and never had a moment of peace. Compared with the young girl who had exquisite formation skills, Xing Ding always felt uncomfortable. First of all, the identity of the ape slave should not be revealed easily. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, he has actually broken the rules. If he is known by people in the Great Yuan Realm or other ape slaves, he will definitely not be silenced at the time of silence. They are very close friends, and they will definitely not show any mercy; secondly, although they have never seen the top masters in the tribe make moves, Xingding is still old after all, so he understands how difficult it is to deal with the masters in the Great Yuan Realm. , even with the ability shown by this girl now, it is indeed superb, but the fragrance of being a Marquis without Nightless for three years is better than that of being a Marquis without Sleeping for ten years. Therefore, along the way, the old man really didn't have to worry less than Wen Yu. He was just slightly distracted and fell into a light sleep. Now he raised his head and looked at the sky again, but it was still the scene of nightfall. On the contrary, he became more and more suspicious. I just fell asleep or not.
"The old man has a short sleep, and nodding is like a deep sleep, but he doesn't know whether he should be envious or add a little emotion, sighing that the years are passing by, and he has some sad thoughts about the death of rabbits and foxes."
Not far away, Wen Yu, who was sitting alone on the branches of an ancient tree with his whole body stretched out, smiled, stretched out his palms, and finally broke his fingers that had become stiff these days, and said a joke.
But when these words fell into Xingding's ears, they didn't sound like a joke at all. Instead, the words sounded cold and indifferent, making them seem extremely cold.
Wen Yu didn't kill many people, but since he went down to Nangong Mountain this time, his killing methods were cold and hard. It didn't look like killing people, but like crushing an insignificant ant. He used all the formations and swordsmanship, even if it was a good one. Ding could barely claim to have seen the world, but his heart was still trembling. After leaving the border, I encountered five or six scattered enemies from the Great Yuan Dynasty. They all died neatly in the formation of this girl. In fact, two groups of people from the Great Yuan Dynasty were killed instantly just after they took action, and their blood flowed very far away.
"It's rare that it's so cool tonight. I've seen it shine through the night countless times before, but this time it's the most powerful, fluttering like cow hair."
The woman murmured, as if she was really sleepy.
The carved feathers cut through the night.
Wen Yu, dressed in black, turned over and landed on the ground, just like a leopard looking for food in the night. He raised his hand to throw the knife without hesitation, stepping on the fallen leaves and stepping forward step by step. The tip of the knife passed through the chest of a man hidden in the rich night, even if it was a horse. With four hooves in her hands and four hooves on the cloth, she did not hide from the woman who had clearly put away the formation. She stepped on the stirrups several times in succession, pulled out the knife, and thrust the tip of the spear into the throat of the incoming man, causing dark blood to burst out all over the ground.
Wen Yu never used such decisive and crisp sword moves when he was in Nangong Mountain. Instead, he encountered enemies one after another after going down the mountain. The sword moves became more fierce and sharp, going straight and forward, but it was so fast that it caused thunder and the moon. .
It didn't take long for dozens of riders to be killed on the spot.
But in a dilapidated carriage in the distance, there was a strong wind in the sky, and the flash of swords and strong grasses all around came at them in droves. They were as many as cow hairs and their roots were sharp. Wen Yu used his sword to counter it, but it was actually the same as the sharp grasses. During the collision, the sounds of gold and iron mingled, and the sparks flashed one after another, and the power was temporarily unmatched.
Those who build the formation, whoever seizes the opportunity can be said to have a half chance of winning. Although the first few dozen cavalry seem to be physically strong, and everyone can shoot a hard bow, it is just a dead move to delay Wen Yu. , the killer move was for the formation builder who hid in this damaged carriage to get ahead of Wen Yu and deliver the move. The formation surged up, and everything in the formation could be used by others. This was the most dangerous move. After a few moments of chess moves, Wen Yu was at a disadvantage, and it was difficult to reverse the move.
The second formation rose with a bang, but it was not Wen Yu who was struggling to resist in the field, but the formation cultivator who was sitting attentively in the carriage tent. However, it is not difficult for anyone with a discerning eye to see that although Xing Ding is He took action, but his level was indeed not as good as that of the one in the chariot tent. The formation had only just started, but it was already crumbling, and it was obvious that he couldn't fight. However, Xingding, who had both white temples, still gritted his teeth and resisted with difficulty, biting his five fingers one after another. The already shaky formation was on the verge of collapse. After this protection, his whole body was covered with a layer of vermilion, and he was entangled with the obviously much superior formation. In one place, the sound was like a huge thunder, and I tried my best to resist it.
Xingding didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die in the hands of people in the Yuan Dynasty. Ape slaves who defected or were captured often died in extremely miserable conditions. At that time, there was an ape slave who really couldn't bear the pain who rebelled, but he was also thoughtful. He did everything he did and managed to get a family in the Zihao territory. He also acted as escort for others and lived a much more comfortable life than before. However, after a few years, everyone in the family died overnight, but the ape slave was killed. Leaving a life behind, having his hands and feet chopped off, his eyes and nose removed, and placed in an altar, life would be worse than death.
Therefore, knowing that he was not a rival, Xing Ding gritted his teeth, even if he spent several drops of hard work, he still had to survive this most dangerous period for Wen Yu.
As long as Wen Yu is alive, he will probably not die, but if Wen Yu is defeated or dies, he will have no choice but to die.
Wen Yu, who was originally retreating in the field and unable to resist, suddenly stood up and pointed at the two formations when the Xingding formation was covered with vermilion.
However, I saw the large formation of the cultivator in the chariot tent stopped in an instant, and soon the chariot tent was trapped in it. The sword energy of flying grass swords and yellow leaves rose up in the air like knives and earth and rocks. In an instant, Instead, it pressed towards the outside of the chariot tent, smashing the people, chariots and horses to pieces, leaving only a lot of blood, water and sawdust, slowly forming a trickle.
The Xingding formation also turned against each other. Even though the old man was covered in cold sweat, he hurriedly planned to use it again to withstand the injuring spells from the formation that suddenly came towards him. However, he was still caught off guard and managed to use his distraction again. They set up a formation and couldn't stop it at all.
The flying sand and rocks in the formation stopped just a finger away from the old man's forehead, and collapsed suddenly.
Wen Yu stepped forward and looked up and down at Xingding, who was covered in chaff but looked somewhat relieved. He was very surprised that the old man's behavior was so different from his expression, but then he saw the little ape again, and now he saw Wen Yu. He still had the same ferocious face as before, but he couldn't stop bowing, and like the old man, he was trembling all over. He had to hang on to the clothes behind Xingding's back with his four claws to keep himself from falling. He walked down tremblingly, and continued to face the person in front of him. The woman bowed and begged.
"Look through the corpse for me to see if there is anything useful. I will keep your master's life."
The little ape could understand human language. Seeing that Wen Yu had no intention of taking action, he immediately didn't care too much. He quickly got up and ran towards the corpses scattered everywhere. He was afraid that if he wasted time, his master would be killed by this murderous man. The woman wiped it away. Although her whole body was still sifting through chaff, she still hurriedly searched for the body.
"That move just now made these senior masters who have been cultivating formations for decades see it, and they were probably very angry." On the back of his neck, there was a smile on his face, "I have to tell you, it is not shameful to die under the magical power just now. I don't know why the girl kept her hand. The flying sand and rocks are like eating solid porcelain, and it is also difficult for ordinary people who rely on their physical strength to practice. It's better to die right now, so as not to be worried."
Wen Yu didn't say much, but walked up to the dozens of corpses, picked up two or three crescent knives with high quality blades, and hung them on his waist. The carved feathers were not wasted, and there were a hundred arrows in total. Put it on the arrow pot behind you and neatly stack it up. This is how you carry hundreds of arrow feathers and several long knives on your back again, sitting in the extremely dense night, without lighting a lamp, and surrounded by the flowing fireflies again. Lean under the tree.
"My magical power has become stronger, but this is the last move I have made after giving up a lot. I don't know how far I have to go to Great Yuan. Every enemy I attack is stronger than the last. I'm afraid I will encounter another three or five. This time It may not be easy to win with all the means."
Needless to say, in the past few days on the road, Wen Yu has met almost most of the tribesmen in Dayuan. Although he has never reported his family name, he can roughly identify them just by looking at their clothes. No matter how determined he is, he can't. Don’t lament the previous sentence, after all, Dayuan is a realm that is on an equal footing with all the other countries in the world. Even now, even though it is under the sole control of the Xumeng Mansion, there has never been a shortage of cultivators and warriors among them. The formation cultivators are the best at fighting against them. A group of enemies, with more people, will ultimately be unable to cope.
"There's no point in killing you. What's more, I've also been in the world. It's better to die simply than to live a miserable life."
"I won't have any sympathy for anyone who has to be killed, but for those who don't want to be killed, just relax."
The woman dressed in black wiped the blood from her face with the rough back of her hand, and took a sip of wine without a care in the world.
Suddenly, I missed the young man who gave me rouge.
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