Wei Chunfeng stood not far in front of Yin Shiniang.
He stood upright with a tall figure, and his true energy had begun to flow, and gradually a unique iron smell was radiating from him.
His skin quietly became darker, making him look more like an iron tower.
The Mo knife in his hand raised and pointed it at Yin Shiniang obliquely.
"Wei Chunfeng comes to learn your master's skills!"
His voice was like a bell. The moment he made a sound, a series of true energy flowed along his palms and fingers, like a gloomy water flowing towards Mo Dao. In an instant, the patterns on Mo Dao that were not usually seen suddenly shine.
The fierce aura of the sword surging, and several substantial tiger heads formed around the sword.
Those tiger heads are extremely fierce and breathtaking.
"The tiger's sword!"
Shulhan's eyes suddenly froze.
He fought with the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty many times, and such a strong man in the Tang Dynasty army impressed him too deeply.
However, facing such a strong man, Yin Shiniang just said calmly: "I remember your name."
Wei Chunfeng knew her identity and couldn't feel any anger in his heart. In his opinion, the great sword master should have such a temperament.
All the great sword masters in Chang'an City are admirable existences, and no one does not have such an air.
There, how can a warrior like himself challenge their qualifications?
However, Wei Chunfeng also smiled proudly, "Not only you will remember my name, but the Tang Dynasty will remember my name, and my name will be left on the military's case file!"
"Come on the fight!"
Wei Chunfeng laughed.
The moment when the arrogant smile bloomed on his face, he held the long hilt of the knife with both hands, and suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen. The whole stern seemed to have come alive, and the roar of a tiger sounded in the air.
The evil aura as thick as ink ran along the sword light.
While the sword light swept towards Yin Shiniang, the evil tiger heads condensed into substances were scattered towards Yin Shiniang in several directions!
Countless people changed their faces.
Those fierce auras made their bystanders feel that iron sand is filled with lungs, making it extremely difficult to breathe.
Although there was no unnecessary movement, just using the length of the Modao and slashed horizontally, the sword light seemed to be able to cut off even the mountains!
On this trade route, there are many sword masters from Persia. Their movements are as quick as raccoons, and their scimitars are like skirts that fly against their bodies. As long as they get close to them, there is almost no way out. But these Persian swordsmen are most afraid of the generals of the Tang army using Modao.
They could not get close to them and would be killed by Mo Dao. This heavy Mo Dao was as flexible as a wooden knife in the hands of the Tang army generals. But the moment they hit, this Mo Dao gave them the feeling of a galloping carriage, which would crush the scimitar in their hands and their entire body.
With such a sword, even the great sword master could not compete head-on, and Yin Shiniang took a step back.
She is very tall and retreats far away in one step.
Wei Chunfeng seemed to have expected her to retreat. The moment she took a step back, accompanied by a proud laugh, he took a step forward, and the Mo Dao he swept across instantly stopped the castration and stabbed her abdomen extremely viciously.
How to play the heavy and long Mo Dao as light and flexible as chopsticks is a skill that has been trained and contains the experience of many generations of Mo Dao users. The border troops of the Tang Dynasty generally believe that only those who have been stabbed several times on the battlefield can truly twist the power of their waist, arms and wrists into one place.
Wei Chunfeng was stabbed more than a few times, and the scars on his body could not be counted for a while.
In the eyes of his colleagues on the battlefield, his Modao has a flowing beauty.
However, today, his strange sword could not flow.
The fierce tiger head condensed into substance hit Yin Shiniang's body.
Yin Shiniang remained motionless, and her energy was scattered along the corner of her clothes.
The Mo knife in his hand seemed to suddenly become heavier, and became countless times heavier!
At the same time, his body suddenly lost balance and turned to the right side uncontrollably.
He was extremely shocked to see a dazzling sword light burst out from Yin Shiniang's hand, and the sword light just knocked on his knife.
I didn't use much effort, it was like knocking on the plate with chopsticks.
However, not only did the plate move, but the entire table with the plate moves.
how so?
In his unbelievable eyes, Yin Shiniang had already retreated and stepped in front of him.
Bang!
In the next moment, Wei Chunfeng fell out with his knife.
An irresistible scream rang out.
He Fenglin took a deep breath and his face turned pale.
His understanding of Yinshan is not as deep as Gu Liubai, but whether it is the border troops north or west of the Tang Dynasty, they all know that there are a group of strong head-cutters in the Yinshan area.
One of the great sword masters killed people without blood. The people he killed were all swords in the throat, and they were killed with one sword. The wound seemed to be frozen by a layer of autumn frost, with only faint white marks.
What is certain is that these people never kill waste, and because of their existence, the Yinshan area gradually became a forbidden area for the Tang Dynasty fugitives.
He didn't know who the man who was called the "Frost Sword Master" killed. Most of the nobles in Chang'an had never heard of the name of Frost Sword, but all the generals of the Northern Frontier Army agreed that this man must be a great sword master.
Swordsmen, swordsmen, sword masters, great sword masters, and nobles from Chang'an divided the swordsmen into four levels. Only six or seven people in the entire Chang'an city can afford such a noble title as a great sword master.
Taking some iconic figures as reference, He Fenglin was extremely sure that he had stepped into the third threshold and was worthy of the title of swordsman. However, a great swordsman killed two colleagues in front of him, but he was only able to confirm that the other party had two swords. As for the Frost Sword that really pierced into the throat, he couldn't even see clearly.
There is a difference between him and the great sword master!
He was not afraid of death, and in his opinion, no one could go back alive this time.
Whether it is Wei Chunfeng or himself, he just dies early or late.
But if the order to go up to the top is impossible, the death of these people is meaningless, and they will not receive corresponding military merits, nor will their families and their relatives receive the reward they deserve from their deaths.
"Do you know what your biggest problem is?" Looking at the dead Wei Chunfeng, Gu Liubai suddenly said to Chen Tu.
Chen Tu was stunned, "What does it mean?"
Gu Liubai said: "You are specializing in killing people. Any arrangement is for killing people. So when you encounter problems, you always feel that killing people is the best choice. If you have trouble, kill people, and if you encounter big trouble, kill them all."
Chen Tu smiled and said with a slight smile: "Isn't it good to do what he is best at?"
Gu Liubai did not answer his words, but frowned slightly and said, "But it is possible that I was wrong before."
Chen Tu was a little confused.
"Each person fights for his own life, killing is indeed the easiest choice, but I want to try other ways."
Gu Liubai looked at the fallen Wei Chunfeng, and his eyes became extremely cold: "Now you think about a question carefully. If the powerful and powerful people in Chang'an City had no conflict of interest with you, and there was no hatred between you, what benefits would you get?"
"What benefits will you get from killing those people in Yinshan bees?"
Xie Wan is also facing such questions in the central courtyard of Lucaoyi.
It was during breakfast that there were seven or eight exquisite side dishes and a bowl of soup cakes on the table in front of him.
The person who questioned him sat opposite him, a middle-aged official wearing a light-scarlet official robe.
The middle-aged official had a gloomy face and was in a bad mood. He seemed to be in a bad mood and did not want Xie Wan to have a good mood. He didn't care at all about his spitting stars spraying into the bowl of soup cake in front of Xie Wan in the morning sunlight.
Looking at Xie Wan's indifferent appearance, the middle-aged official's voice became louder and his spitted more. "I don't know what you think about it when I transferred He Fenglin from Shazhou to die. Don't you know that he was the one who handed a message to Mr. Leng Yun? What good will it do to you for angering Mr. Leng Yun? The second lady of the Pei family is not right or wrong, you won't marry you."
Xie Wan smiled sarcastically and pushed the bowl of soup cakes in front of the middle-aged official, meaning that this bowl of soup cakes belongs to you.
The middle-aged official became more and more angry, so he simply picked up the bowl and ate it without using chopsticks, and snored in just a few mouthfuls.
"He Fenglin is a model for my Tang soldiers. He sacrificed his life for the country and the emperor would also receive rewards. Mr. Leng Yun naturally had a glory on his face, so why are he angry?" Xie Wan said lightly at this time: "And it was just because the thieves in Yinshan who turned against each other, they died bravely. The people in Yinshan who had colluded with the Turks to wipe out Yinshan who could remember their first merits."
The middle-aged official put down the empty bowl heavily and gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Xie, I know you are smart, but you must not regard everyone in the world as a fool. You said that the group of people in Yinshan had colluded with the Turks, and the generals in the north would not agree first."
Xie Wan smiled and said, "The emperor was suspicious of the people in the north, so he spent a lot of effort to transfer them back. These people dare not get angry now."
"If you want to frame it, of course you can achieve the so-called evidence." The middle-aged official sneered repeatedly, "It's just that those people are just transferred back, not dead. They do things and don't have any evidence or evidence. You will be hated by them, and they will not miss any opportunity to deal with you."
"If your brother hadn't asked me to help you, I wouldn't want to care about your affairs at all."
After a pause, the middle-aged official looked at Xie Wan and said, "There is a great swordsman in the swarm of bees in Yinshan. I can't figure out why you have to cause trouble for them."
Chapter completed!