Chapter 275 Want to know what happened in the "mountain"
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As soon as Dalamt met the woodcutter, he noticed something unusual about his opponent. He was already practicing demonic arts, and although his realm advanced rapidly, his inner strength and true energy were too mixed. But this woodcutter was just the opposite of him. He was filled with a rich and somewhat outrageous true energy, which made him feel like he had punched the space barrier with a punch.
As the two horses passed each other, a crowd of people fell on their backs.
The blood slipped quietly along the Mo Dao's blade and blended into the wind and sand.
As a desperado who licks blood from his knife's edge, the horse thief naturally does not care about casualties, and sometimes he even doesn't care about his life. Dalamt took out the golden-ringed sword from behind, turned the horse's head and slowly leaned in again. He knew in his heart that he was probably no match for this person. Fortunately, it was a cavalry confrontation. Even if there was a difference in strength between the two, the other party would not be able to kill him in one encounter. Compared to his own ability to withstand beatings, that standard Mo Dao was much more fragile.
Daramt secretly estimated that after three charges, the sword would gradually sharpen. In half an hour at most, the woodcutter will completely lose his threat. He secretly calculated that the number of people he had left would be enough to wear the opponent to death.
"Your Excellency is acting like this, but you have an old grudge against our Bachiman Tribe?" Dalamt asked with a gloomy expression.
It's just that the other party didn't answer him, and they were still running towards him one person and one horse gradually speeding up.
"Hmph! Let's see how long you can be arrogant!" Daramt also didn't have an easy temper. Seeing that the other party ignored him, he stopped talking nonsense.
The sky was full of wild sand, and in such violent sandstorm weather, only the horse thieves who had been wandering in the Western Regions all year round dared to carry out a cavalry charge in this environment. The standard Mo Dao was far less tough than Daramt had guessed before, and it broke during the third confrontation with a horse thief's scimitar.
Naturally, the third master of the horse thief would not miss such a good opportunity. The horse thief team instantly split into two groups, one on the left and the other on the right to outflank the "woodcutter".
This was Daramt's arrangement in advance. As soon as the opponent's weapon was damaged, he would immediately outflank him and capture him in one fell swoop.
"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs!"
The woodcutter, who was wearing a raincoat and a huge bamboo hat to hide his appearance, finally spoke. He sounded quite young.
The horse under his crotch seemed to have a human nature. It raised its front hooves high and instantly increased its speed to its fastest speed, heading straight towards the group of horse thieves. At this time, he had thrown away the broken Mo Dao in his hand, and there was no weapon in his hand.
Daramt's eyes glowed red, and traces of black and dark red essence continued to converge on the golden-ringed sword in his hand.
"You bastard, go to hell and regret it!" He suddenly shouted as he approached.
The golden-ringed broadsword was in front of him in a blink of an eye, and the stern black sword was like a devouring beast, heading straight for the woodcutter's vitals.
puff!
A head flew away in response, and Dalamute's hearty laughter floated in the wind and sand.
The young man in the raincoat had now turned into a headless corpse, and the flying head had long been submerged in the wind and sand.
The Third Master, who had just succeeded, touched the blood on a golden ring knife, and the violence in his eyes did not diminish at all, but there was just more doubt.
Why is it so simple? Even somewhat effortless.
He had been prepared for a fierce battle for an hour, but he didn't expect that the opponent would die in his hands in less than half an hour. Could it be that I made a mistake?
But the dead body in front of him cannot be deceived, and the smell of blood coming from the golden ring sword is unmistakable.
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During this trip, Daramt planned to come here to explore the battlefield. He had already discussed it with the leader. Although this formation had been tampered with by the master of the Demon Cult, it was better to check it out in advance.
When he thought of this, he immediately planned to form a formation, count the number of people, and set off again to explore the battlefield.
As the saying goes, if you don’t know something, you won’t know, but if you don’t know it, you will be shocked.
Dalamt looked at the remaining ten horse thieves behind him with some surprise. You must know that this time he came out with more than a hundred people. I had just clashed with the woodcutter three times. Even if the other party was very powerful and there were hundreds of pigs on my side, it was impossible for the woodcutter to kill them all in three charges.
"wrong!"
The third master finally realized something and immediately turned to look at the "woodcutter" who was beheaded not far behind him.
At some point, the coir raincoat on the corpse disappeared, replaced by a body decorated with horse thieves.
"This, this is a phantom formation?!"
As if to answer his question, a voice suddenly sounded from his soul.
"When you're near the water, you know the nature of the fish, and when you're near the mountains, you know the sounds of the birds. If you want to know what's going on in the mountains, you have to ask the woodcutter."
The mysterious woodcutter wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat slowly emerged from the surrounding sand. However, there was more than one person. There were figures coming from all directions, and there were actually ten people.
Dalamt knew in his heart that this was still the fault of the phantom formation, so he had to bite the bullet and said softly: "What does this master want? Why do you need to kill us all?!"
The woodcutter no longer had the sword in his hand. He thought he had cut it off when he was confronting the horse thief.
"Are you Bachiman?"
Dallamt was silent for a while, and then responded in a low voice: "That's right."
"So, the attack on Loulan City that caused a lot of fuss some time ago was your fault?" the woodcutter then asked.
Under such a situation, the third elder of the horse thief could only nod in agreement.
"Who is behind your scenes?"
This time Dalamt did not answer the other party, because he knew that if he told the truth, not only himself, but also the entire Bachiman tribe would disappear.
The woodcutter waited for a few breaths, and when he saw that no one of the dozen horse thieves left answered, he said: "There's no need to hide it, I know it was the Demon Cult. You just need to tell me what I want to know." Just tell."
Having someone call you out on your trump card is a very devastating moment. Daramt was stunned on the spot for a moment. He really couldn't figure out where this mysterious man came from.
"I don't know what you are talking about? No one has instructed us. Do horse thieves need any other reason to kill people? Of course, seeing how rich Loulan City is, how can we not loot it?" Dalamt did not flinch, and followed As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person disappeared from the place, and the next moment, he appeared next to the woodcutter.
Although he was deeply involved in the illusion formation, after all, his own level of strength lay there. After careful identification, he still found his true form. He knew that the opponent was a master of using knives, and the fragmentation of Mo Dao was undoubtedly the opponent's weakest moment. How long would it be before he took action now?
The golden-ringed sword mixed with the black and red swords came straight towards the bamboo hat.
Ding!
A long sword blocked the blow!
At the moment when the sword was about to strike, the woodcutter drew out the sword from his waist and performed a beautiful sword-drawing gesture. What caught Dalamt's attention even more was that the long sword used by the opponent to block his golden-ringed sword was also unusual. It was as black as ink.
