What does their life or death have to do with me?"

The young man looked at the heavy armored side general beside him disdainfully.

If they hadn't had the orders of the sect, they wouldn't have let go of the immortal cave surrounded by immortal energy and ran here to deal with these ordinary people.

He was only interested in Tang Ming. As for the life and death of these three thousand defenders, he really didn't take it seriously.

Wu Lihu couldn't help but hold the scimitar in his hand as he heard the disdainful words from the young man beside him.

However, the next moment, a cold light appeared on his neck instantly, and the small flying sword flashing with aura was pressing against his throat.

"Xiansheng, this is..."

Wu Li slowly let go of his hands holding the hilt, and fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"Put your little thoughts away, otherwise the title of a general guarding Yanziling Pass will definitely not be able to save your life!"

The young man sneered, and the small flying sword flew back into his white robe's sleeves in the blink of an eye, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down Wu Lu's neck.

"Young general deserves to die, please take action with mercy!"

Wu Li touched the blood oozing from his neck, then suddenly knelt on one knee and begged to the young man.

"Well, I've been in Yanziling for some time, and I just happened to meet the people from the Xuanyuan Dynasty for a while!"

The young man shook his sleeves and stepped out of the pass step by step, like climbing a ladder, step by step down the Yanziling pass in the air.

Tang Ming turned his back to Yanziling, and a cold light flashed through the dragon scale knife in his hand from time to time.

Whoosh...

Two crossbow arrows flew past his earlobe, followed by Zhang Chongshan's unique loud voice.

"Head, be careful, another one comes down!"

Zhang Chongshan, who was less than ten steps away, set off his crossbow and aimed it behind Tang Ming.

"Overbial ability!"

A contemptuous voice came from behind Tang Ming. Zhang Chongshan saw it clearly. The crossbow arrow suddenly exploded and turned into powder the moment before it touched the young man.

"Cultivator?"

Tang Ming turned around and widened his eyes, but his eyes were not as shock as Chu Liuyun expected, but with a hint of surprise.

"Yiqi Sword Sect?"

Tang Ming turned around and ignored the Nanmang martial soldiers behind him.

When a martial warrior raised his scimitar and wanted to attack Tang Ming with his back facing him, a narrow and long dragon-scale knife instantly pierced his chest.

"Who are you? How do you know where I am?"

Chu Liuyun frowned. This guy seemed to know that he was a disciple of the Yiqi Sword Sect, and from his expression, he seemed to have a lot of connection with the sect.

"Okay, okay, you're a master of personal mystery, haha!"

Tang Ming did not answer Chu Liuyun's words, but just looked at Chu Liuyun carefully and let out a crazy laugh.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Ran and Zhang Chongshan felt nervous at the same time, and for some reason, they remembered the scene they saw at Hulukou Pass before.

Sure enough, just before the two of them had withdrawn their thoughts, Tang Ming had already jumped up, holding the dragon scale knife in his right hand, and putting his left hand on the stent hilt.

A cold light came to the sky, and Chu Liuyun's face changed suddenly, and then he easily avoided the unstoppable knife.

"Rareless, I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect. You, a martial artist, dare to attack me?"

Although Chu Liuyun was shocked and angry, he was more incredible. He could not understand that an ordinary martial arts soldier without any fluctuations in spiritual energy dared to take the lead in attacking him.

"Nonsense, the uncle is just for you, look at the knife!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Tang Ming's mouth, then he lifted the long sword with one hand and leaned over suddenly.

Chu Liuyun was furious and ignored the long sword that Tang Ming flew over. Two rays of inspiration suddenly rose between Tang Ming and him in a flash.

The sword light shone in shock, and a dull thunder sounded on the battlefield where the sound of fighting was already shocking.

After one knife, without waiting for Chu Liuyun to react, Tang Ming turned his back and held the knife up with both hands, and flew past the two spiritual lights and approached Chu Liuyun.

"snort!"

Chu Liuyun snorted coldly, his body still motionless, and he still stretched out his right sleeve. With the flow of light, he was about to smash Tang Ming's sword force and this guy's right arm into front of him.

But unexpectedly, the long sword handed over by Tang Ming suddenly turned his wrist when it touched the light of inspiration, turned his right hand and released the hilt of the knife, and slammed the knife with a palm on the hilt of the knife with his left hand.

The dragon scale sword body was like a gust of wind, and the sword force around it was attached to it, instantly storming the spiritual sword that Chu Liuyun was proud of.

The long sword casts its momentum, and the violent energy swept Chu Liuyun's wide sleeves into it.

Dead silence.

The originally noisy battlefield was dead silent.

Tang Ming stretched out his hand, and Zhang Chongshan threw out the Baijing Steel Knife in his hand and landed it steadily in Tang Ming's hand.

Chu Liuyun, not far away, looked at her sleeves that were shattered into pieces by Tang Ming's knife.

A cultivator who does not have a trace of spiritual power can actually destroy all his clothes in a cultivator in his mysterious realm?

And only Chu Liuyun himself knew that if he hadn't stopped quickly enough just now, it might not be the sleeves of the White Moon robe.

Chu Liuyun finally put away his contempt. The white-haired man in front of him had exceeded his understanding of ordinary martial arts.

With a light wave of one hand, two spiritual swords filled with spiritual energy suddenly appeared in his hand.

The sword light on the spiritual sword was sucking and spitting out. Chu Liuyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual energy in his body began to flow wildly at this moment.

"Hehe, that's interesting!"

Tang Ming sneered at the corner of his mouth, then placed the Bailian Steel Knife on the left side of his body, took a sudden step on his front foot, and pressed his right hand firmly on the hilt of the knife.

"Fuck me, withdraw! Retreat quickly!"

Seeing Tang Ming taking a step forward and drawing his sword, Zhang Chongshan and Xiao Ran cursed at the same time, and then retreated frantically to the distance.

The other Dragon Scale Iron Cavalry on the battlefield were a little unclear, but when he heard Xiao Ran's greeting, he still tried his best to withdraw from the battlefield as soon as possible.

The martial soldiers in Yanziling were different. They all looked at the Dragon Scale Iron Cavalry who was anxious to retreat with a confused look on their faces, and then they looked at the two confrontations on the battlefield in an unknown way.

"You are so proud of destroying my White Moon robe with the body of an ordinary person!"

The two swords flowed around, and Chu Liuyun slowly stretched out his right hand and said softly.

On the right hand, the seal flew over, and the two spiritual swords were like dragons coming out of water, mixed with violent spiritual power towards Tang Ming.

"One knife, stop the thoughts!"

Tang Ming lowered his head, and no one could see his expression clearly at the moment, but his voice was like the Nine Nether Rakshasa, giving people a feeling of palpitations.

The steel knife was unsheathed three inches, and endless sword light was released from Tang Ming's waist.

As the spiritual swords merged, they hit Tang Ming's sword aura fiercely.

Rumble...

There seemed to be a sudden thunder in the world, and the sound even covered the roaring sound of horse hooves.

In front of Swallow Ridge, yellow sand is everywhere in the sky.

Xiao Qingling in the distance held the reins in his hand tightly and looked at the city not far away, filled with smoke and dust.

Under Yanziling Pass, except for the roar from time to time, there were no other sounds.

A moment later, a figure came out of the dust.

After seeing the eye-catching white hair, Xiao Qingling slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for Zhang Chongshan and Xiao Ran, everyone else was a little confused. It was not uncommon for the two armies to fight and capture the right generals, but it was not so weird.

"Let's go and pass Yanling Pass!"

Tang Ming walked to Xiao Qingling, turned over and walked slowly towards Yanziling Pass with a confused Dragon Scale Iron Cavalry.

The dust finally dissipated.

When the eight hundred people saw the dust scattered appeared in the barracks in front of them, they couldn't help but take a breath.

In front of the empty pass, the more than two thousand guards of the pass were broken, and even the war horses did not escape the bad luck.

Chu Liuyun was still standing in his original position, but above his neck, the head with eyes higher than the top was nowhere to be found.

"My mother! Is this still a human?"

Zhang Chongshan looked at the Nanmang martial soldiers who were still standing in place like sculptures but had no rebirth, and exclaimed.

Tang Ming turned around and glanced at Zhang Chongshan indifferently.

Zhang Chongshan shrank his neck and then followed Tang Ming without saying a word. However, when he looked at Tang Ming again, his eyes were full of fanaticism.

Eight hundred people quietly passed Yanziling Pass. After leaving here, they went to the northern foothills and were almost flat.

At their speed, one person and three horses will be transferred back and forth, and it will take less than a day to get to the front line of the sky.

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To be continued...