The weather was sunny, and the sun was warm and came through the cracks of the curtains and fell on Mo Ying's face in the tent.pbtxt.

Mo Ying has a very resolute face, and his temperament is actually very similar to Liang Lian. He and Liang Lian, a group of generals who belong to the young and strong sect in the army, have a lot in common, and in the final analysis, they all grew up in the era of leading the Bashan Sword Field.

Although the generals of Bashan Sword Field were not as desperate as those of Zhao Jianlu's practitioners, they had firm beliefs that were incomparable to the generals of other dynasties. Cold, resolute, brave, fearless... These were the temperaments that were common to those practitioners from Bashan Sword Field at that time.

In terms of growth experience, Mo Ying and Liang Lian also had very similar encounters.

Liang Lian was once just a very ordinary coachman, while Mo Ying was a very ordinary pharmacist. He didn't even count as a medicine officer on the battlefield, but was only responsible for disposing some basic hemostatic agents.

Both of them finally became powerful practitioners because they came into contact with the powerful people in the Bashan Sword Field.

The most similar thing is that both of them betrayed the Bashan Sword Field and quickly gained a very high status.

Liang Lian was in charge of about half of the military strength of the defense forces around Changling, and was only one last step away from being a marquis. As for Mo Ying, he followed the Marquis of Wei and was the most trusted general under the Marquis of Wei, and his power was second only to Marquis of Wei.

The only difference is that Liang Lian has been in Changling before, while Mo Ying has always led the border army. Moreover, Mo Ying has truly obtained the personal experience of Bashan Sword Field, and whether it is combat experience or personal cultivation, he must be better than Liang Lian.

Even Liang Lian was seeking to become the 14th prince of the Great Qin Dynasty. Such a powerful army who was stronger than Liang Lian could naturally be granted a title. For so many years, Mo Ying has been willing to surrender to the Marquis of Wei and lead the army for the Marquis of Wei. Only he himself knew the real reason.

Although the sun is warm, the wind is cold.

Mo Ying put down the military briefing that he had read several times, and wiped away the tea on the charcoal stove next to him. When he lowered his head, he saw several yellow spots on the ground in one corner of the tent, but before he knew it, several yellow wild flowers had grown. Only then did he feel a little warmth.

A person's spirit is easily exhausted after a little relaxation.

He felt a little tired, sighed softly, rubbed his somewhat swollen temple.pbtxt.

After all, I am a little old and my energy is no longer as strong as more than ten years ago.

But these fatigue and sighs lasted only for a short moment.

The yellow meaning in his eyes disappeared, and the yellow flowers that were vibrant before several breaths turned into a faint white, just like a person's frosted temples.

The sudden increase in the cold wind is not only the water vapor in the air

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It quickly condensed into frost, and even carried a strange smell, squeezed out the water in the green grass and flowers and frozen on the surface.

Such domineering and violent invasion of vital energy can only come from the murderous intent of powerful practitioners.

Mo Ying had several wrinkles on his tough face. When he put down the slightly hot tea cup and reached out and lifted it up, there was already a short sword on the table in front of him.

This short sword is only one-third of the length of the ordinary Daqin long sword. The entire sword body is very similar to the green green of the tender buds of the grass. From the sword body to the hilt, there are fine white runes everywhere, like clusters of white flowers growing in the green grass.

This sword has been sealed a lot, and at this moment, there is no injection of vitality, and the color looks particularly dim.

Mo Ying looked at the sword for a breath and raised her head.

A sharp sword intent formed in the air in front of him. With a clamor, the thick curtain was neatly cut off on the upper edge and fell to the ground.

While a large area of ​​sunlight broke into his eyes, a man and a woman came to the camp gate.

The camp where he is located is the location of the Qin army command center in this area. There are countless secret guard posts arranged around him. However, what is shocking is that it was not until the man and woman appeared in the sun and came towards the main gate of the camp without any concealment that the practitioners in the camp discovered the figures of these two people.

The woman is slender and wearing an ordinary blue coarse robe. She seems to be lingering with wind and snow on her face, making it impossible to see her appearance clearly.

The man walking side by side with her was wearing a normal black robe in Changling, but his face was covered with a black scarf.

The dagger on the desk in front of Mo Ying shook lightly. When he saw the female cultivator, he had already confirmed the other party's identity.

As the commander of the first army, an uninvited guest appeared. It was the time when he issued the order, but he remained motionless and was just silent.

"end!"

A roar filled with threats rang out in the military camp.

Even though most people in the military camp could not know the origin of the visitor, the war between the two dynasties was in full swing, and suddenly two strange practitioners came straight towards the gate of the camp, and anyone would feel inexplicably strange.

Two practitioners, a man and a woman, seemed to have not heard the sound of the sound of the cave-killing gold-splitting stone at all, and still just walked forward with their original pace. "Release!"

Without any hesitation, another loud shout accompanied by many shrill sounds of breaking through the air.

The arrows with faint flames on the clusters of hundreds of arrows fell like rain, burning the vitality of heaven and earth in the area at the entrance of the camp, but the most threatening one was a flying sword hidden behind one of the arrows.

This flying sword is extremely sinister

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With a stable posture, flying in the vortex behind an arrow without making any unnecessary noises, and even having no effect on the arrow ahead.

This is an extremely powerful flying sword control, even exceeding the limit of true essence cultivation. In many cases, it is enough to kill practitioners with stronger true essence cultivation than the master of this flying sword.

When the flying sword quietly fell with the arrows, approaching several feet above the heads of the two practitioners, the two practitioners still had no reaction.

However, in the next moment, there were some flying boulders around the woman. These boulders shone in the sunshine with a double color of deep gray and blue-black.

Puff puff puff puff

A dense sound.

The arrows that really fell to the body of the woman and the practitioner beside her were broken one after another, and the flying sword that seemed to be silent, but in fact they were hidden and contained the powerful energy of heaven and earth were also broken at the same time.

For ordinary practitioners, there seems to be no difference between the powerful flying swords and these arrows to this woman.

In the mind of normal people, if such an arrow is a falling rock, then such a flying sword should be a small hill.

How could a falling rock hit a person without a difference?

At this moment, time was like a pause, and there was a silence in the military camp.

There was a click and a loud bang.

The camp gate made of heavy and thick wood was broken, and the wood chips were like broken ice scattered all over the floor.

The man and the woman walked into the camp in the big hole they broke.

In the next moment, a sound of shock and anger sounded. Any sergeant knew that as long as the powerful practitioners were penetrated into the camp, due to accidental injury, some powerful talismans would not be able to play a role again.

Five practitioners immediately went up to him, oppressing all the true energy in their bodies without reservation without any backup.

Five different vital energy, like five waterfalls gushing towards these two people.

The woman did not look around, but simply reached out her hand and made a move of slashing the sword.

The strong wind stopped and everything was frozen.

The entire military camp fell silent again.

Everyone saw a unimaginable blue and black filled their eyes, like an abyss being pulled out from the ground and thrown towards the bright sky at this moment.

This extremely deep color comes from a natal sword born in the woman's hand.

In the next moment, the figures of the five practitioners broke into two pieces from their waists, and when they landed, it made a sound of ice and snow falling to the ground.
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