The tall and thin practitioner wearing black armor fell down.

Unlike the other practitioners of the divine mind realm, he fell from above the cliff and was silent, just like an eagle gliding.

It was not until the wind fell that the Six-Common Army discovered this Northern Wei practitioner who was hit by like a shadow.

"Shoot the arrow!"

Almost subconsciously, a general gave an order in a trembling voice.

There were not many feather arrows left by the Liutong Army. When the military order sounded, only a few dozen feather arrows fell at the tall and thin cultivator at the same time.

The tall and thin practitioner pulled out the knife on his waist.

Most of the weapons used by the cultivators who followed Yuan Yan were from the weapon refining workshop of the Demon Sect. Most of them were black cold iron covered with flowers, but the long sword of this tall and thin cultivator was dark red.

A very natural dark red that emerges from the blade.

His sword is also different from ordinary people's long swords.

The blade is very thin, but only two fingers wide, even thinner than the sword body, but the entire blade has a very smooth curvature, like a slender eyebrows.

No one knows what happened.

The practitioner seemed to have just pulled out the knife in their eyes, and then the feather arrows that flew towards him were all disorganized and flew over him.

Some arrows have even been cut off, and the arrows have left the arrow body and are spinning and dancing in the air.

The tall and thin practitioner landed smoothly, stepped on the moist ground in the forest, splashing some soil.

"Kill him..."

Gao Ce screamed in a trembling voice, and then he felt something was wrong, "You, you are from the Northern Wei Dynasty, aren't you afraid that I will kill you King Baosheng?"

"Who to kill?"

At this time, only King Baosheng knew who this practitioner was.

This practitioner's surname is Guo and his name is Mei.

His knife is called Huamei.

In the Northern Wei Dynasty, he also had another name, called the vulture.

The vultures in the desert are synonymous with death.

Wherever death is about to appear, a vulture will appear.

This practitioner was once a wanderer who lived in a place without a fixed place, but he was not a wanderer. The more reward he gave him, the more he would fight and kill.

He once helped the horse thieves kill horse thieves, helped the horse thieves kill the tribes' army, helped the tribes kill horse thieves, and even helped the tribes deal with the army of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Later, for some reason, he arrived at the shepherd's side.

There are two theories in the legend. One is that he happened to be taken care of by the shepherd when he was seriously injured, and the other is that he fell in love with the shepherd.

But no matter which statement it is, many people in the Northern Wei Dynasty think that the shepherd girl is a witch.

Otherwise, why did a practitioner in the realm of divine thoughts be saved by her when he was seriously injured?

Or why are elderly emperors in high spirits, and why are such practitioners attracted to her?

These are inconclusive.

But King Baosheng knew that when Yuan Yan actually entered the Northern Wei Palace, the cultivator had been following Yuan Yan.

In a sense, he is Yuan Yan's most loyal guardian.

So this time, the one who has been conveying military information to himself before should be Yuan Yan.

Losing your feet is a sad thing.

But now seeing Guo Mei's appearance, King Baosheng couldn't help but feel happy.

He felt that since Guo Mei appeared, he would be able to survive and return to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The sound of the blade entering the flesh and cutting the bones sounded.

This sound is not fast, but it is extremely rhythmic.

And the picture that falls into everyone's eyes is even more heart-wrenching.

There is no such scene where high-level practitioners break their skin and fracture their bones with one blow, and some people fly backwards.

Only killing is calm but not slow, but extremely efficient.

Just one knife.

All the soldiers who rushed forward were stabbed by him.

Either cut, or stab, or cut.

Then the sergeants fell down and died.

This kind of scene gives people the feeling that he is not aware of fighting, but is slaughtering animals.

This kind of picture is even colder and more terrifying than the feeling of killing practitioners.

After rushing up to more than a dozen people, the soldiers behind could no longer rush over.

Not only these soldiers were retreating, but also those generals were retreating.

Gao Ce had already drawn his sword and placed it on King Baosheng's neck, but his hands were constantly shaking.

"Be careful."

King Baosheng laughed, "If I cut me, I'm afraid you won't be able to compensate."

"Don't come here!" Gao Ce shouted at Guo Mei.

This sentence seems ridiculous at this time.

But Guo Mei stopped at this time.

"You have good luck."

He looked at Gao Ce and said seriously: "You should be recorded in history books. A local general was the first to kill the Northern Wei king in the war between the two dynasties."

"What's the meaning?"

Not only Gao Ce, but King Baosheng was stunned when he heard his words.

In the next moment, Guo Mei's body suddenly accelerated.

A series of screams and harsh cries rang out.

A dark red knife light rolled up a series of residual limbs and fell to Gao Ce with fresh blood waves.

Gao Ce screamed in horror. He had no intention of fighting at all, so he turned around and ran away.

However, the dark red sword light had already fallen on his sword.

His sword fell on King Baosheng.

"puff!"

The sword pierced from the back of King Baosheng's waist and then penetrated from his chest, completely piercing the heart veins of King Baosheng.

"Why?"

King Baosheng looked at the tip of the sword piercing out of his chest in disbelief, and looked at Guo Mei with a confused look on his face.

"The last thing is not good, and I will save the prince in the future."

Guo Mei bowed and said this, then his knife was handed out again.

Gao Ce's head flew up.

"But I have already avenged you."

Guo Mei patted King Baosheng's shoulder and whispered: "The horse thieves in the desert of the Northern Wei Dynasty were willing to do anything for money, but they could not afford to lose people. The people in the Northern Wei Palace could not afford to lose people."

He seemed to be left alone.

Everyone was backing down.

Then he straightened his body and walked towards the retreating people, and the blood from the tip of the knife fell down drop by drop.

...

Yuan Yan quickly walked through the mountains and forests.

She didn't even use her true energy, allowing the branches to scrape scars on her body, and let the branches and leaves brush her hair away.

This will make her look panicked and pitiful.

Although she has changed her clothes from the Southern Dynasties, her temperament is of course very different from those ordinary Southern Dynasties girls.

In addition, she also needs an identity.

Identity is not something she can decide if she says it herself, but like some antiques and ancient books, it is necessary to pay attention to inheritance and order. Many people, especially those in the Southern Dynasty, say who she is, so that she can have this identity.

The place she is now traveling is only more than ten miles away. There is a small lake covered with black stones.

Now a Southern Dynasty army should be about to arrive there soon, and that area may produce a spiritual medicine called the Black Spirit Master.
To be continued...