When people began to tame horses and used horses as mounts to go further away, horse thieves also appeared.

Of course, horse thieves are considered a very ancient profession, but there is one profession that exists for a longer time than horse thieves.

This profession is to kill people for others.

Simply put, it is a killer.

Ordinary families cannot have their own deceased soldiers and disciples, but in many places in the Northern Wei Dynasty, a habit has been formed a long time ago.

When it is unbearable to the robbery and murder of some horse thieves, some villages will unite to gather money and food, and then invite those murderers who are enough to deal with horse thieves.

There are many levels of horse thieves, and naturally there are many levels of killers.

The owner of the Full Moon Scimitar is the most powerful killer in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

In the past twenty years, the full moon scimitar will definitely reap life when it appears, and no mistake will be made.

Moreover, not only ordinary horse thieves died under this knife, but also powerful practitioners of the divine mind realm.

But no one expected that this full moon scimitar would appear at this time.

Apart from Yang Dian, I'm afraid no one knows whether the owner of the Full Moon Scimitar was Yang Dian's enshrinement at the beginning, or whether it broke out after this war and arrived here with the army.

And no one expected that the owner of this legendary magic sword would be such a gentle and elegant man.

Jiangxinzhou and the north shore are quiet.

Even if the owner of this full moon scimitar is not that kind of sub-saint, he will definitely not be an ordinary practitioner of the divine mind realm.

Just watching him walk towards the floating bridge and thinking about the strength of the one-armed Taoist, no Northern Wei people felt that he was more likely to win.

However, all of them were wrong.

The one who really faced this magic sword this time was not the original Taoist.

An old man from Jianlu stood up.

He had been sitting before.

Because he only has one leg.

Only his right leg is intact and his left leg is knee-to-knee.

But at this moment, with just one leg, he stood up like a normal person and walked forward like a normal person.

The true energy he had accumulated in his body for many years slowly flowed out of his meridians, just like an invisible leg that supported his walking.

He was wearing a very old cloth robes.

This cloth dress looks a bit too thick in summer at this time, and although it has not been worn out in many places, many broken wires have been ground.

The old man usually looks very short when sitting, but when he stood up, everyone realized that he was a very tall man.

There were also many scars on his face, but these scars had faded and were covered by wrinkles.

His eyebrows were very thin, almost none, which made his face look a little weird.

When he stood up, Yuan Taoist already understood what he was going to do.

Yuan Taoist turned around and nodded to the man as a bow.

The old man, who was almost the same age as Yuan Taoist, nodded and bowed, then continued to move forward, landed in front of Lin Yi, turned around and bowed seriously to Lin Yi.

His face was very solemn, and Lin Yi knew that he was preparing to fight the Northern Wei practitioner who was coming at this time.

The old man is named Yan Wumei.

It was not because of his unique appearance, but because he remembered everyone in the Jiange very clearly.

Because since he became the lord of Jiange, he understood that Jiange and others had handed over their lives to him.

There are not many people in Jiange.

"I may die, but he will never be able to pass this pontoon bridge and appear before you again."

Yan Wumei raised her head, looked at Lin Yi's eyes, and said this very respectfully.

Before Lin Yi spoke, he had already continued, "In the most glorious moment of my Jiange, the moment when Lord He was promoted to the Three Saints of the South Heaven, dozens of people in my Jiange guarded Longzhou Pass and killed all the Feiyun Cavalry. But the people in our Jiange did not think so."

"That's a strong bullying of the weak. Our Jiange is too powerful compared to those armies. Killing them may not make us feel proud."

"But now that you stand here, the 100,000 troops of the Northern Wei Dynasty are at a loss. This is the glory of our Jiange and the glorious moment of our Jiange."

"Even if all the people in our Jiange died here in battle, if even the main force of the strongest White Bone Army in the Northern Wei Dynasty could not capture this city, this is something that my Jiange is worthy of admiration."

“There are many things that matter more than life and death.”

"Please help the Lord, don't be sad."

Lin Yi took a deep breath.

He didn't say anything else, but just bowed slowly.

The heavy armor of Tengser on his body was still wrapped in rising water vapor. When he bowed, his armor made many crisp shocks. As the Golden Crow Cavalry assassinated the remaining Northern Wei soldiers, a single-legged old man stood in front of him. This picture seemed very solemn.

"The rumor is that there is nothing wrong. Lin Yi of the Tie Ce Army is the lord of Jiange."

Yang Dian squinted his eyes and looked at the scene like this. He whispered softly: "Why did he become the lord of Jiange?"

He has always been bad at thinking.

Even if he was fighting and leading a large army, he would almost rely on his instinct.

To him, fighting and then winning is like a unique talent that is born with.

"The information is unknown, but I think it should be related to He Xiuxing." A general whispered behind him.

"It is related to He Cultivation, so he should be almost a disciple of He Cultivation?"

When Yang Dian heard this answer, he seemed a little satisfied. He said softly: "It's not unfair to die at his hands."

"yes!"

The generals behind him were stunned, but they all heard his intentions. They heard that he was talking for Xi Ruyu, and they all bowed and replied.

The owner of the full moon scimitar has arrived on the pontoon bridge.

This middle-aged man who looked very elegant, looked at the old man who stood firmer and taller than most people in the world with just one foot, feeling the unruly aura emitted by the other party at this time and the other party's mind power towards the world as a substance. He frowned and then bowed slightly, "Sister Yang Wan, have you seen senior, senior, senior is the master of Tiandu Sword?"

Yan Wumei nodded.

The owner of the full moon scimitar, the man named Yang Wan, frowned deeply when he raised his body.

Wrinkled because it is difficult to deal with.

He knew that the other party was too strong, and the most important thing was that with the opponent's physical condition at this time, he would throw all his strength into this battle.

But his brows quickly loosened, and his eyes returned to peace.

His fingers pressed slightly on the hilt of the knife, and countless sword lights flashed on his knife.
Chapter completed!