Li Xiuyuan taught Xiaohu not to believe his own eyes, and it took a lot of thought to make Xiaohu understand this truth.
After his husband left, Xiaohu spent decades, even hundreds of years, reminding himself to remember his words.
It turns out that Mr. is right.
As for these caravan guys who were incarnations of the Forbidden Army from Northern Qi, Yu Tian, who looked like a young boy, was still very curious.
Because they didn't believe it anyway, where did the teenage boy in front of them get his strength? He actually seriously injured three of his companions.
Because even the middle-aged shopkeeper was full of curiosity, they all wanted to find out.
But Xiaohu's mind is simpler, this is the desert.
Even if he buried these guys from Northern Qi in the imperial city, King Khan couldn't do anything to him? He doesn't have to be afraid of his husband scolding him, because he was the one who made the first move.
Xiaohu has returned to his boyhood appearance, and some of his thoughts have also returned to those days.
You want my life, but I also want to keep yours.
There was nothing in the desert except a piece of yellow sand. As long as these guys died here, he only needed to take out a piece of talisman. Even if the Khan dug three feet into the ground, he could not find a single bone.
There are many secrets in the desert. Even King Khan only cares about his own throne. How can he care about so many grievances?
A long sword flew out horizontally and plunged into the yellow sand, stirring up the yellow sand in front of Xiaohu. The middle-aged shopkeeper looked a little weird.
"Boy, don't bully others too much!" A sharp roar came from the young deputy general's mouth.
Xiaohu shook his hand, raised the long sword in the yellow sand in front of him, pointed it at his opponent, and said coldly: "Remember, as long as you dare to take action, you will become a resentful soul in this desert."
When the middle-aged shopkeeper heard this, he became angry, looked at Xiaohu and said, "We don't offend the river, so why did you attack my men?"
Xiaohu was also angry, looked at him and replied: "Are you blind or an idiot? Did I offend your Northern Qi general just by walking around?"
He has made up his mind that as long as the people of Northern Qi dare to take action again, he will kill each one.
At worst, after dealing with these guys, they will go back to Da Zhou with their husband. He has long been tired of seeing the yellow sand in this desert.
The young deputy general ignored the middle-aged shopkeeper's eyes, but pointed at Xiaohu the moment he took the sword.
He said coldly: "Just right, I want to kill you too!"
The desert is solitary, with only long stretches of yellow sand.
Just like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life and has seen all kinds of people in the world, he is quietly looking at the two people in front of him. In the eyes of the desert, there are always only two kinds of people.
Xiaohu's eyes narrowed. He didn't want to be a dead man in the desert.
However, before the young lieutenant five feet in front of him could take action, a long sword quietly emerged from the yellow sand behind him.
The man who drew the sword was originally afraid of Xiaohu holding the long sword, but in his eyes, Xiaohu had to face his companions. The young deputy general from Northern Qi was also a troublesome figure.
In this way, he and the young deputy general attacked Xiaohu from front to back, which meant that he had a high probability of succeeding with one move.
Under the covert attack, it is still unknown who will win.
As a top killer, the most important thing for him is to be patient enough and wait for the best time to deliver a fatal blow.
They are the imperial guards of Northern Qi, and they are people who risk their lives on the tip of a knife.
Even the dragon's pool and the tiger's den, as a killer, he has experienced them one by one, not to mention that they have been on the battlefield.
So, when Xiaohu picked up the long sword from the yellow sand and flew towards the young soldier, the killer sneaked into the yellow sand and let the long sword in his hand quietly slash at Xiaohu.
A sword splits the long yellow sand. In the eyes of the killer, no one in the world should be able to stop this kind of strength.
He must take Xiaohu's head with his own hands.
The long sword broke through the sand like a snake and went straight to Xiaohu's back chest.
This is a long sword coated with poison. According to the killer's plan, as long as the little tiger's skin is scratched and blood is seen, he will not survive today.
The killer's poison is naturally the most deadly poison in the world.
There is a poison that no one can detoxify except for others. He has spent his whole life researching different poisons in order to kill his enemies in the simplest and fastest way.
In his opinion, the timing of his sneak attack was just right. The little tiger only had eyes for his companions, so how could he care about himself behind him?
In a flash of lightning, the young deputy leader also thrust out a fatal sword!
His companion had already attacked from behind, and there was no reason for him to let go of this opportunity!
Even if he doesn't follow the moral principles of the world, as Xiaohu said, there are only dead and living people in the desert, he still wants to kill his opponent alive in the yellow sand.
The middle-aged shopkeeper, who was the leader of the Northern Qi caravan, narrowed his eyes at this moment. Perhaps he also wanted to know about his two subordinates.
Can we capture this unreasonable young man?
Everything is just a matter of lightning.
Suddenly, Xiaohu suddenly had a long sword in his hand, a left-handed sword that no one could have imagined!
He was not in a hurry to stop the young lieutenant's life-threatening sword thrust. Instead, he drew his sword a few seconds faster than lightning and slashed at the snake-like sword behind him.
At the moment when the lightning passed, he slashed the long sword in his left hand forward!
Cut the snow with one sword!
Use a left-handed sword that suddenly appeared and cut the snow with one sword!
In the eyes of everyone, Xiaohu only had an ordinary scabbard on his waist, but at the moment of life and death, he took out a second long sword, which was still a left-handed sword!
I would like to ask the monks who have practiced martial arts for decades, who has ever heard of a two-handed sword?
A long sword like a poisonous snake was stabbed behind him. There were many barbs on the sword. Even if it was clamped hard, it would be cut no matter which direction it came from.
As long as it is cut, death is certain.
In the eyes of the killer, no matter how strong Xiaohu's fingers were, he could not clamp the long sword with barbs.
Who knew that Xiaohu didn't even think about taking the move. He wanted to be faster, even faster than Lightning.
At the moment when the killer's long sword was barely a foot away from Xiaohu's back, the long sword in Xiaohu's right hand had already scratched his neck!
Just like a breeze blowing through the flying flowers in March, the killer only felt a cool breeze blowing through his throat...
At this time, Xiaohu had easily chopped off the poisonous sword in his hand.
It is true that the long sword is highly poisonous, but it did not cut even a little bit of Xiaohu's skin, so the poisonous sword did not threaten Xiaohu at all.
This is the beginning!
He was stabbing the young lieutenant from the front. He never expected that Xiaohu would not pay any attention to his life-threatening sword.
Just when he was secretly happy and thought he had succeeded with his sword, he saw a white light flashing in front of his eyes!
This is the left-handed sword that Xiaohu started practicing in front of the Desert Grottoes, and he also practiced it in the back hill of Daqin Academy for who knows how many years.
Even when he later became the largest king in the desert, he never used his life-saving move in front of others!
This is a sword that cuts snow from the Tianshan Mountains. He has practiced this sword for hundreds of years on the Tianshan Mountains!
As soon as the sword is drawn, it will cut off the snow!
This is his merciless sword strike. You want my life. That's what I think too!
"Click!" There was a sound!
But the long sword in the young deputy general's hand was broken into two pieces together with the head on his neck. The sword passed like cutting snow in the wind!
First cut the sword, then cut the person!
Xiaohu's thoughts moved, and the two swords he slashed out were just the two swords that he merged into his flesh and blood memory!
The control of spiritual power is simply not comparable to that of the Northern Qi soldiers in front of him.
While his perception was sharp, he had already regarded the two people in front of him as two wild wolves in the desert, showing no mercy.
Almost at the same time that the middle-aged shopkeeper exclaimed, Xiaohu had already put away his left sword.
Two strange flames suddenly burned on the two people on the ground. Before the rest of the gang could take action, the two people who took action were burning brightly.
Xiaohu must burn the opponent to ashes in the shortest possible time.
Mr. Zhizhi gave him many such talismans, but he rarely used them. Today, in a rage, he decided to scare the monks from Northern Qi.
It would be like a nightmare for these guys to see themselves in the future.
The middle-aged shopkeeper who was the team leader was frightened by Xiaohu. He just slashed out with his left sword and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if he had never appeared before.
Until now, as a general of the Forbidden Army, he had never seen the existence of a space device.
As for Xiaohu, he will spend the least time in real battles and will never get entangled with the enemy.
This was a habit he had developed during his years as the king of the desert.
Seeing his two companions burning, some of the men rushed forward to put out the fire, only to realize that they had sprinkled yellow sand on the bodies.
But he couldn't stop the blazing flames.
Xiaohu held the long sword in his hand, looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper who was only two feet away from him, and said quietly: "I said that if you take action, you will die. If you don't accept it, let's fight!"
To take action is to catch them unawares, Xiaohu has already made plans to wipe out all these guys.
As the middle-aged shopkeeper of the Forbidden Army general, he never expected that before his team could complete their mission, two of them were dead and three were seriously injured.
Even so, he couldn't find a reason to fight Xiaohu again.
He knew very well that if he took action, the entire army would probably be destroyed in the desert.
And His Majesty the Emperor was still waiting for him to bring back the news about the marriage from the Great Khan.
The remaining twenty or so guys have already surrounded Xiaohu, and a battle is about to begin again.
Even so, Xiaohu did not move his body, and Shang looked coldly at the middle-aged shopkeeper in front of him.
He is waiting for his opponent to take action. As long as the opponent dares to take action again, he will crush him with his sword without mercy.
Because he is not a gentleman, he is the king of the desert, and he will not have any scruples about killing a few Imperial Guardsmen of Northern Qi.
Being able to reach the level of a middle-aged shopkeeper does not rely solely on one's own abilities.
He has experienced life and death countless times on the battlefield before he can do this, so he will not ruin the lives of all his men just for the impulse in front of him.
There is no doubt that they have already lost to Xiaohu since the killer on their side made a sneak attack.
In his opinion, I am afraid that monks at the same level as himself would not kill two top masters so easily, and there was still no trace of fear.
Xiaohu glanced at the middle-aged shopkeeper and saw that he had no intention of taking action, so he put away the long sword in his hand and turned around to leave.
The only difference is that today he did not go to clean the battlefield.
This can be regarded as the face he gave to the Imperial Guards General of Northern Qi in front of him.
Watching Xiaohu turn around and leave, a reluctant waiter looked at the two people who were gradually turning into dust. He stepped forward and couldn't help but ask: "Shopkeeper, are we going to let this kid go like this?"
The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Xiaohu's back and said coldly: "Otherwise? Ask yourselves who can keep him?"
The dead lieutenant's cultivation level was comparable to his, which seemed to him an incredible thing.
As a monk, he cherishes his life, then completes the mission, and protects his men to return to Beiqi safely. This is what he, as a team leader, has to think about.
From a distance, Xiaohu, who was walking in the wind, didn't feel very proud.
Fortunately, I bought a seemingly good thing, which should make my husband happy when he returns to the inn.
From a distance, looking at Shuzi who came out to find him, Xiaohu had a bright smile on his face.
He waved his hand and said, "Sister Shuzi, I'm here."
