"But when you enter the small world, you can only roughly estimate the world's power level based on the size of the light spot. No one knows whether you will be able to find spiritual cultivation methods in the small world. If there is, it will be fine. If not..."
There are thousands of light spots in the mind, and each light spot represents a world, in which there is its own alter ego, which can also be said to be an avatar.
The reason why I can travel through these worlds is because of my own positioning.
"No matter how I go in first, even if I don't find the method of spiritual cultivation, I can still improve my foundation by killing him."
With a thought, the whole person disappeared.
…
"Run, run quickly! It will be safe when we reach Xiangyang."
A shriveled old man in ragged clothes, with a stooped body, tightly covering his thin clothes, with a bulging bag inside protecting a two-year-old child.
The child was tied to the chest with cloth strips, while the old man was holding a pallet made of wattle sticks around his waist, carrying dozens of kilograms of firewood.
He walked forward one step after another under the heavy snow. The snow would reach his knees with every step, making it difficult to move forward.
This is not just an example. Behind the old man, there are also hundreds of people walking in ragged clothes and shivering.
Under the sharp cold wind, people would fall down from time to time and never get up again.
There are corpses on the roadside that are harder than iron. The people who are still alive in front of these corpses are not surprised at all. Their eyes are numb and do not show any emotion. For them, these are commonplace things. .
Herod~
A big horse neighed from a distance, and the walking people had a look of fear on their faces, screaming and running away, as if there were some monsters and monsters behind them.
In an instant, dozens of soldiers riding tall horses, wearing armor, and holding scimitars roared over.
These soldiers have a majestic figure, with big shoulders and round waists, deep eye sockets, and their hair can be seen in braids under their helmets.
"It's the Tatar cavalry. Run, run."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me."
"Dad, Mom, where are you?"
"Woo, save me, save me."
Hundreds of refugees and dozens of Tatar cavalry were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Their souls died under the scimitar without even a chance to resist.
Suddenly, one of the Tatar cavalry seemed to have seen something terrifying, and subconsciously waved the scimitar in his hand to chop.
Bang~
There was a muffled sound, the head exploded like a watermelon, and the headless body was stuffed from the horse into the snow.
Fang Xuan's figure appeared on the spot, with a little blood on his hands.
Such a scene naturally alarmed the other cavalry, who roared and rode towards Fang Xuan.
Shouting in an unintelligible language.
The man took advantage of the horse's momentum, and the scimitar in his hand shone with a cold light in the sun.
Fang Xuan sneered disdainfully and stepped hard on the ground with his right foot. The snow under his feet exploded instantly and spattered around to form a huge crater. His whole body disappeared like lightning.
Bang bang bang~
Bang bang bang~
Bang bang bang~
All the cavalry were killed in an instant. The hard armor could not stop the unparalleled power. The chest collapsed and blood flowed from the seven holes.
Fang Xuan ignored the refugees who were kneeling on the ground and kowtowed. He patted the horse's butt and straddled the horse in the north direction.
"Southern Song Dynasty, Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, the last years of Southern Song Dynasty!" Fang Xuan sighed in a low voice.
After entering this small world, Fang Xuan found the direction through the induction between himself and others, and kept on the road.
Along the way, we naturally saw the tragic fate of the dynasty in its final years.
This place is located in the Yangtze River Basin, within the territory of the Song Dynasty. The refugees are residents of the Song Dynasty. Due to natural and man-made disasters, they can only continue to migrate southward. As for the cavalry, they are the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry that have destroyed the Liao and Jin Dynasties.
"It seems that I have failed except for him this time." Fang Xuan said regretfully.
Fang Xuan has been in this world for a few days and has not seen extraordinary powers. They are just ordinary people. It must be really just an ordinary small world.
"Drive~"
As we rode our horses all the way north, we would see refugees fleeing south from time to time, as well as those Mongolian soldiers who were killing wantonly.
Fang Xuan would never hold back in the face of these soldiers. With the power of thirteen horses in the realm of physical bravery, he was like an overlord in the world, unstoppable.
"My father-in-law, what's the boundary ahead?" Fang Xuan asked an old refugee.
"Back to heroes, there is Zhangjia Fort in front of us. Heroes, you should run away quickly. Zhangjia Fort has been breached. Those Tatars have no humanity and are killing them wantonly." The old man persuaded.
"Thank you, husband."
After saying that, he ignored his advice and continued to rush towards Zhangjiabao's location.
"Oh, when will this damn world end?" The old man sighed.
Fang Xuan has already felt that his clone is getting closer and closer, especially when he heard that the Mongolian and Yuan army was raging in front of him, he was very anxious. If his clone was killed by others, his trip would have been in vain.
"Drive~"
Not long after, we came to a castle. To say that the castle was a bit exaggerated, it looked more like a small fortress made of masonry.
However, the fortress at this time has obviously been breached. The Mongolian soldiers held up the scimitars in their hands and were killing wantonly. The entire fortress was filled with screams and blood, and endless killings and crimes were staged in the world.
Fang Xuan's eyes quickly locked on a scholar in Tsing Yi. The scholar's face was pale and his whole body was shaking under the sword.
In his hand was a little girl of seven or eight years old, holding a long sword, but she had no power to bind a chicken.
The reason why he was able to persist in this war for so long was the support of the two men in their 30s in front of him.
Of the two men, one held a knife and the other held a sword. Their swordsmanship was sharp and their swordsmanship was heavy.
"Third brother, you must protect the young master and the young lady. You must rescue the young master and the young lady." Zhang Jie said in a loud voice after slashing the attacking soldiers to death.
"good."
"kill."
Zhang Jie jumped up, as if he were nothing, and flew several meters away. He slashed with the long knife, followed by a scream, and a gust of wind pierced the air.
Dang~
The deafening sound of gold and iron was heard, and the long knife in Zhang Jie's hand was almost knocked away.
Captain Meng Yuan, who was wearing armor and holding a scimitar, raised his head, with a ferocious expression on his face, and said in broken Chinese: "Song people, your opponent is me."
"Damn Tatar, give me a knife." Zhang Jie said angrily.
Zhang Jie twisted his body in mid-air, and with the strength of his waist and limbs, he slashed at the neck of Captain Meng Yuan with one knife.
This sword move is simple, powerful, and more ferocious than the previous one.
Not to be outdone, Captain Meng Yuan also raised his scimitar to strike.
Boom~
The harsh sound vibrated between the two people's ears, and Zhang Jie flew backwards. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his face became as pale as paper.
"Second brother."
Zhang Zhen screamed and quickly stepped forward to pick up Zhang Jie.
"Run, don't worry about me, take the young lady out of here quickly."
