After a crisp and exciting sound came from the vast mountains, the snowflakes around were instantly chaotic. The snow on the ground slowly flew up and kept rotating, forming a snowball. It became bigger and bigger. In two or three breaths, it looked like a stone thrown into stagnant water. It splashed a huge vortex to surround the middle, blocking Wu Li and the first-class Xianbei warrior. Only see a pair of legs and feet sinking on the snow and quickly submerged.

Inexplicably, internal sword energy was shot out from the snowstorm, and it swung towards the snowball. The sword energy cut through the solidified air conditioner, and the snowflakes broke, and a cut was revealed in the snowflakes all over the sky. This cut disturbed the snow in a radius of one meter and fell a lot of yellow sand. The snowball exploded and was submerged in the flying snowflakes, dense, extremely dense, and no one was seen.

The fifth and sixth heads, who were riding a horse, looked at the sudden scene in horror in horror, and a look of horror appeared on their faces without any concealment. At the same time, the horse thieves and Xianbei people who were fighting hand in hand were also attracted by the movements here.

After a fierce battle, I suddenly became silent like a tiger's head and a snake's tail.

The wind and snow were falling, and in the white sky, a young man in white was riding a horse, looking out of place in this sudden silence. He moved very lightly and slowly, carrying the reins, and emerged in the vastness.

He was carrying a black wooden box wrapped in a white cloth, floating in the wind, with a white hairband on his head. Even if the east wind in the wilderness was strong, it would only ripples. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, but he just stared at the front with a blank look and despised everything.

Someone moved, he was a Xianbei person.

Gu Qingci approached the Xianbei man and was about to pass by him. The Xianbei man suddenly slashed over with a knife, without any prelude or any fancy moves. It was just the simplest and most effective way to kill, silently and extremely fast.

At the same time, several Xianbei people rode their horses.

Just as the blade was about to enter his skin, Gu Qingci suddenly turned his head and glanced at the Xianbei man. His eyes were silent, but the Xianbei man suddenly burst into his heart. Before he could react, he found that the knife in his hand was gone. The doubt only appeared for a moment, and he had no chance to think anymore. A stroke of blade broke through the air and flew directly across his throat, sprayed blood, and then fell to the ground. The war horse happened to be staggered with Gu Qingci and rushed to the side.

Gu Qingci held the hilt of the knife in his hand, raised his arm to cut it across, and in an instant, he cut off the head of a Xianbei man. A huge stream of blood surged out of his neck, and it was unique in the vast wind and snow. His head with his eyes rose up in the air, saw his own body, then landed on the ground and rolled out.

"I have no good feelings for alien races," Gu Qingci said to himself lightly, "I know that there was a time and space that experienced the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China. It was a dark era. The Han people were called two-legged sheep and were food that could walk. Therefore, I think that if they are not my race, their hearts will be different..."

Gu Qingci turned over and dismounted while talking.

Several Xianbei people came towards him, but they couldn't rush over. Moreover, he felt that the war horse he was riding was a little brave and seemed unwilling to move forward. So he did not force it and got off the horse.

"I know, different positions and different ideas, I never ask everyone to understand what a nation is," Gu Qingci walked forward step by step, still saying lightly: "I don't ask everyone to understand my extreme behavior. For example, there are always people who think that other nations also support peace, so we have to forgive them..."

With a knife, the internal force was exaggerated. A Xianbei man's scalp exploded and dyed the ground white snow red. His waist was thrust and his arms were steep. The sharp sword broke the throat of a Xianbei man before the scimitar attacked.

Gu Qingci said without any haste: "Some people once slaughtered our compatriots, but later some people forgot them; some people once chose to forgive them, but later he thought he was a good person; some people once thought that all their compatriots were dead, so there was no need to care. Later, I didn't have the chance to kill him to calm down!"

"So, so, I'll kill people today, because I'm a Han Chinese, and we have different positions!"

The three riders intertwined like lightning. Gu Qingci took a sharp look and there was only one afterimage left in the place. Then he disappeared into the wind and snow, and suddenly fell from the sky. Then, a few lights and shadows evolved, and a few Xianbei people had bloody serous liquid, which made him covered in his face and the smell of blood was revealed. He didn't care at all, and he was used to it!

"I was originally here to kill horse thieves, but now I have become a horse thief, just because I am also a Han Chinese!"

Gu Qingci's sword was erected in the snow, turning into a blade and killing him. Wherever he passed, there was still wreckage everywhere, and there was no living mouth.

...

The winter wind in the wilderness rose again, but it blew away the hair on Qingci's forehead, because the blood clotted on his face, and he walked to the snowstorm.

By this time, the snowflakes had dispersed.

Wu Li stood in the snow, with a spear standing in front of his eyebrows, which had almost penetrated into his eyebrows. He closed his eyes and waited to die, but after a long time, he didn't feel any pain, so he quietly opened his eyes.

The Xianbei master still stood in front of him with a gun, maintaining his posture when he closed his eyes. The only difference was that there were a little more snowflakes on his body. There was another difference. There was a sword inserted on the gun with a long spear over there. The sword was like a human bone, as white as jade, very thin, and directly penetrated the body of the gun.

Wu Li was very confused. He didn't know why this happened. Moreover, he was even more confused. Why didn't the Xianbei people kill him?

At this moment, he saw a blood-stained young man walking slowly from the side, holding a red and bloody scimitar in his hand. He walked step by step in the wind and snow, but it seemed to come from the horizon. Every step he took, the scimitar fell off.

First, the tip of the knife broke, then fell down, and then dense cracks appeared on the blade, and they began to fall one by one until the young man approached, and even the handle of the knife turned into pieces and flew away from his palms with snowflakes.

Wu Li raised his eyebrows, he had seen this person.

Just now on the mountain, he fought with this man in the snow for several hours. A man who was so bored that he was willing to bargain with a horse thief for some money. In the end, he was not given any carelessness.

Wu Li looked puzzled, but Gu Qingci seemed to have not seen him, nor did he see the Xianbei master, so he walked over and gently held the hilt of the sword.

"Be careful!" Wu Li blurted out.

Gu Qingci didn't even look at Wu Li, but pulled out the sword and turned around and left. He carried the sword to the other Xianbei people. He remembered that there were some Han women dragged by Xianbei people in rags in the snow, just like treating animals, so he wanted to kill people!

Wu Li looked at Gu Qingci's back in shock, then turned to look at the Xianbei master in front of him, which made him wonder. This man still stood still in the snow, as if he could not see Gu Qingci, as if he was immobilized, without even blinking his eyes.

"Click"

Just then, Wu Li suddenly heard a broken sound.
Chapter completed!