The sun shines brightly, and the cold light of the sharp blade captures the soul. The cold scimitar cuts the leather armor and penetrates into the flesh and bone marrow, causing a wave of charming blood. The neighing of the war horses, the delivery of the sharp blades, and the screams of fear of death are intertwined into one piece.

In the civil strife in Wuhuan, thousands of people fought. For the benefit of the tribe and for his own women, Wuhuan warriors fought in blood, and thousands of warriors stained the battlefield with their souls returning to the earth.

"My father, you are the hero of our Wuhuan tribe and Murong clan. My daughter will avenge you!"

A handsome figure wearing white martened armor, holding a horse-backed scimitar, and was covered in red blood. He looked at the battlefield where she was fighting. There was lying there. Her closest and loved one, his father Murong Jianhong, the greatest leader of the Wuhuan tribe, and the greatest leader of the Murong tribe.

The glory of the past ended with the end of the hero. Looking at the corpse that gradually lost its temperature and gradually became cold, Murong Xue's eyes were rosy, her delicate body kept trembling, and a line of crystal clear tears slowly flowed down.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty was in a state of incompetence, wars broke out everywhere in China, and nomadic peoples gradually flourished. While nomadic peoples flourished, it also meant the beginning of war. The strength of nomadic peoples expanded rapidly, not only did they often plunder the territory of the Han Dynasty, but also wars within them were endless, and large tribes annexed weak tribes.

The Murong tribe and the Wuhuan tribe that occupy the upper reaches, even such a powerful tribe cannot escape the fate of being annexed. They were defeated by their enemy, Chiluo tribe, a tribe with stronger strength.

In Lingqiu Valley, it is said that there was once a demon fox with powerful magic power living. The cereals in the valley are in full bloom, and the plants and trees are green. The cool spring breeze blows by, making people feel extremely comfortable. Especially one of the green springs and the storm of mist make countless people yearn for it. This is a hot spring, and the steaming water vapor sets off the vicinity as a fairyland, giving people a warm feeling that transcends the mortal world. This feeling is enough to be described as a paradise.

At this time, a gentle figure lightly supported a long silence, surrounded by mist, leaning against a big tree, flicking his fingers, and bursts of desolate sounds, the tone was distant and desolate, full of lamentation, as if writing a tragic song that was the best in the world.

"Da da...da da..."

In the distance, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground gradually became rapid, and dozens of horses rode into the valley first.

The leader was a horse with blood stains, and its originally smooth fluff had already been stained with blood. The owner of the horse leaned over and lay on the back. As the horse galloped, his slender body was shaking weakly, and there was a possibility of falling off the horse at any time. His white mink armor had been stained with blood and was ragged. A striking wound on his shoulders was shocking. The red blood was slowly dripping along the slender and tender arms, leaving a red blood line on the way passing by.

Apparently, she had just passed a fierce battle, and the dozens of horses behind her were sitting at her enemy, and they chased her all the way to this place.

"Murong Xue, you can't escape. Your Murong tribe is destined to be annexed by our Chiluo tribe. Your men, women, and children will all become our slaves, and you will become my Chiluo Yanquan's woman. At that time, I will ravage and torture you at will, and you will give birth to many children for me."

Among the dozens of horses who were chasing each other, a bald man in the head was full of excitement. He loved the most beautiful woman in the Murong tribe for a long time, and even in his dreams, he repeatedly dreamed that he had conquered this woman.

As the sound of horse hooves approached, the originally long and long flute sound suddenly became rapid, as if thousands of troops were killing, the tone became violent, and the harsh rhythm penetrated into the ears, as if a big drum was exploding, deeply trembling everyone's heart.

"Hiss...hiss..."

"Plop!"

Murong Xue's consciousness blurred. Just as the horse was about to pass by the elegant figure, she fell off the horse and fell into a coma. At the moment when she was unconscious, a faint smile appeared on her face, full of security, giving people a feeling of survival, as if she had completely escaped from danger, and she believed in this man so much.

The elegant figure was slightly moved, his expression was slightly wrinkled. Obviously he was a little worried. He was worried that Murong Xue would die like this. He slowly got up, came to Murong Xue's side, gently stroked her forehead, and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "Silly girl, men naturally have to solve the problem of men. Why don't you listen to me?"

Just when Ru'er's figure was about to pick up Murong Xue!

"Bastard, what are you? How dare you touch my woman? I want to cut off your head to punish you for your disrespect to me." Chi Luo Yanquan's angry shout rang, and then a cold and cold scimitar came with the sound of the wind.

Ruya's figure suddenly turned her head, her eyes were full of anger, her eyes were as sharp as a knife, and a sudden sense of fighting swept across. The terrifying eyes alone made Luo Yanquan tremble all over, and the scimitar in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Remember! My name is Yan Rong, and I can come to take revenge after becoming a lonely ghost."

The elegant figure suddenly moved, avoiding the fierce blade in a slight slight momentum, and hit Chi Luo Yanquan's war horse under Chi Luo Yanquan's crotch with one hand. The war horse fell down like a wall in an instant, and Chi Luo Yanquan's body flew out like a kite.

Yan Rong's punch contained a thousand pounds of power, which instantly shocked the internal organs of the war horse. A strong adult war horse died suddenly. It is hard to imagine that a figure who seemed weak had such terrifying power, which was enough to shock everyone present.

Chi Luo Yanquan was dizzy when he was thrown. It took him a long time to get up from the ground, staring wide, as if he was frightened like a monster. He even wondered if he was dreaming again. Yan Rong's punch was too shocking, leaving a shadow on his heart that would be indelible for life.

However, he was soon relieved.

Because Yan Rong is a 'kind' person.

Before Chi Luo Yanquan could react, a scimitar had cut his throat. It turned out to be the scimitar he had just held in his hand. Looking at the handsome face in front of him in despair, he deeply felt the meaning of the word "devil". The person in front of him was a complete devil, a person who was extremely terrifying. It was not until the moment his consciousness was distracted that he knew how lucky death was.

Yan Rong took back the scimitar and didn't even look at Chi Luo Yanquan who fell down. His sharp eyes swept over the Chi Luo tribe members who were still silent in shock, and said comfortably: "I've finished watching the show, it's your turn next. Say, who will die first."

The tribe members of the Chiluo tribe were already scared and could they hear Yan Rong's voice.

"Don't you say it? Then I'll choose it myself." Yan Rong smiled evilly, and his handsome face added a hint of hideous look. A scimitar turned into a sword light, directly chopping down a shocked Chiluo tribe's clan member.

Yan Rong's sword was extremely tricky and ruthless, but this sword was not enough to directly kill his life. The people of the Chiluo tribe could only churn in pain on the ground, and while in pain, they waited for the blood to slowly flow dry and die.

If a person dies directly, he may not feel too panic and horror. The cruel thing is that he cannot die directly, but slowly waits for the arrival of death, and while waiting, he has to endure the pain and torture.

"Ah? Devil, he is a devil." A member of the Chiluo tribe finally recovered and whipped the war horse under his crotch in panic. Now he had only one idea in his mind. That was to escape and escape from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

It seemed like a chain reaction, and the other members of the Chiluo tribe also recovered at the same time, beating the war horses under their crotch with no chance, hoping to escape from here as soon as possible.

"Want to run? Let's leave a few lives!" Yan Rong's body suddenly jumped out, as fast as a leopard, and fiercely. The scimitar in his hand turned into afterimages, flashing repeatedly. Every time the sword flashed, there would be a muffled groan, followed by the "thump" sound of landing.

During the sucking of the Chiluo tribe, five people fell off their horses and died.

Yan Rong reluctantly looked at the Chiluo tribe members who were gradually moving away, standing lazily in front of a Chiluo tribe member who had not escaped in time, and said coldly: "You, dismount."

The Chiluo tribe members were panicked and fell off their horses with a "thump". They knelt on the ground in a panic, kowtowed incoherently and begged for mercy: "Good man! Good man! Good man! Good man! Good man! Good man! Good man! Good man! I have an old mother who is less than a month old, and a little baby who is a hundred years old waiting to eat. Please... Good man... Good man... Good man..."

The scimitar was placed horizontally on the neck of the Chiluo tribe. Yan Rong said impatiently: "Are you begging for mercy? I can't understand the words of the big man."

The blade was pressed against the flesh and even cut the skin. The warm blood came out earnestly. The faces of the Chiluo tribe were full of horror, and the nervous arms began to spasm and twitch. "Give up your life! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Heroes, please spare your life!"

"Old mother, who is less than a month old, a little baby who is waiting for breastfeeding at the age of 100?" Yan Rong sneered disdainfully and said coldly: "Answer my question."

"Remember my name?"

"Remember... remember, Yan...Yan Rong."

"Okay! Very good!" Yan Rong dragged the scimitar in his hand and cut the neck of the Chiluo tribe without any effort. Blood instantly flowed out like a spring water.

The Chiluo tribe members stared at Yan Rong with wide eyes. Why? Why did he answer his question, but he still killed himself.

Looking at the Chiluo tribe members who were gradually losing their lives, Yan Rong was silent for a moment and said slowly: "You must want to know why I killed you. Because, you know too much."
Chapter completed!