"My old enemy has arrived ahead of time! Even though the poor monk tried his best to avoid this battle, fate still arranged it for me!"

The monk in black sighed, and the three spiritual camels spread their hooves and rushed into the darkness calmly. However, he reached out and grabbed the skirt of his clothes and tore it open, revealing the "Wujiang War Robe" made by the master of the knife factory himself.

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The surface was completely covered with oil smoke and loosened toner, which was painted into a matte color. Even under the bright moonlight, it was like a mass of shadow and could not be clearly seen. It was obvious that Monk Cizhou had been prepared.

"Drive..." The monk in black clamped his legs lightly on the horse's belly. The Tianshan dragon horse, which he had tamed personally, immediately raised its hooves and started to speed up. It shot forward diagonally like a sharp arrow.

Returning to the horse thief's lair, Feilong gained the reputation of the "Broken Arm Sword" with that three-point magic sword, and successfully cut off the horse thief's leader's head and replaced him.

After learning that the monk in black was determined to go west, Feilong, the "Broken Arm Sword", immediately led his elite men, Yanyun Bacai, across the desert and headed to the vicinity of Jincheng, trying to snipe and kill this man to vent his grief for having lost an arm.

hatred.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived close to the ground, some local snakes from Jincheng took the initiative to get close to them, especially the remnants of the Han family in Jincheng, their former employer.

The whereabouts of Monk Zhou were revealed in full.

However, what he never expected was that the black-clothed monk moved so quickly and actually left Jincheng alone in the middle of the night, instead of being sent out of the city by a named disciple of Daye Xiaocheng in front of everyone's attention.

Fortunately, the horse thieves who travel throughout the desert have all developed the ability to eat, drink, and sleep on horseback. Even earlier, they held the girl from the brothel in their arms, drinking from large bowls and eating large pieces of meat as much as they wanted.

After hearing the news, everyone rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

It's a pity that some people in the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were so repressed that they had free time to act wildly and got drunk. Even though they had their fingers on their throats and vomited several times before they sobered up a little, they were still out of shape.

Such a small weakness must be covered up by the night, but what kind of person is Monk Cizhou? With just one glance, he can see through the reality. He not only takes the initiative to attack, but also scares the Eighteen Yanyun Cavalry, and rushes forward with his horse.

, he drew out the crossbow with his dominant right hand, without looking at the opponent's camp, he directly pulled the trigger and sent out a wave of powerful crossbow arrows that swept across.

The eighteen cavalrymen of Yanyun failed in their night attack and were attacked by surprise. In panic, they actually messed up their formation, especially since the crossbow arrows did not go towards the vital points of their bodies, but hit their mounts in the crotch one after another.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

"Broken Arm Knife" Feilong saw this scene and gritted his teeth angrily, already understanding the tactics of the monk in black.

At this moment, the eighteen riders of Yanyun fell forward and fell to the ground one after another. After Gai Yin's mount was hit by an arrow, he fell down and died in the blink of an eye.

The leader, Wang Batian, had excellent riding skills and easily dismounted. When he saw Ai Qi vomiting blood at the mouth and his huge eyes covered with black threads, he immediately understood that his opponent had used poison.

He couldn't help but roar: "Are you still a human being? You killed a horse with poison! Such a despicable act makes you a monk in vain."

Monk Cizhou chuckled and did not respond, so as not to reveal his position. He changed the crossbow box with one hand and held the crossbow in his right hand again. He followed the ups and downs of his mount and fired the remaining crossbow arrows.

, shooting at the elite horse thieves who were riding on the Eighteen Yanyun and also had their mounts.

This time, the "Broken Arm Knife" Feilong no longer watched indifferently. He drew the knife out of its sheath with his left hand and suddenly slashed forward.

But he saw that the sword was shining like snow, shining in all directions, and a full moon suddenly fell from the sky. It was like a guillotine on the gallows, instantly cutting off the criminal's head, and like a giant shield, blocking all overt and covert murderous intentions.

When the monk in black saw this scene, he couldn't help but gasp and murmured to himself: "The small building listened to the spring rain all night! It's not a bad idea to be able to cut off a crossbow arrow that is strong enough to penetrate armor with one sword."

It’s a magic sword!”

"It's a pity that a person is controlled by a magic sword, not that the magic sword is controlled by a person. As a horse thief with a flying dragon and a proficient in writing, being able to obtain three thirds of the power of the magic sword is already the limit of his destiny and potential."

Monk Cizhou gave up his crossbow, picked up a pair of forty-eight kilograms square maces made of hundreds of forged iron with both hands, and galloped towards the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry who still had their mounts under their crotches.

"Broken Arm Knife" Feilong did not expect that the monk in black would be so persistent. He also knew that none of the elite horse thieves under his command could be his opponent. He quickly grabbed the reins, turned his mount around, and rushed towards his old enemy preemptively.

The Eighteen Yanyun Cavalrymen, who were caught between the two sides, immediately reacted and exchanged glances with each other. They both wanted to retreat and quickly left the circle. They tacitly agreed to disperse like one person, like a swarm of bees.

At this moment, a migratory locust struck through the air, hitting a curly green-maned horse in the eye socket. It was so startled that it raised its front hooves, almost throwing off the knight on the horse.

A square mace made of hardened iron was rounded and thrown away by the monk in black. The wind howled in the air. The force must have been shocking. If it was hit by it, the bones would be broken and the bones would be minor. It would be possible to die on the spot.

Originally, he wanted to kill Monk Cizhou head-on with a single blow, relying on the unparalleled power of the "Three-Point Magic Sword". However, the mount of his elite horse thief was frightened for some reason, making him unable to escape, and he was threatened by the iron mace. "

"The Broken Arm Knife" Feilong can only save people.

Another full moon fell from the sky, and the magic sword struck directly at the center of the army. The blade cut deeply into the iron mace, immediately stopping its spinning momentum and even splitting it in half.

However, the magic knife is very powerful, but Feilong's hand holding the knife is still a mortal body and cannot withstand the fierce force contained in the iron mace. Not only does his wrist sting, but even his five fingers can't hold the handle of the knife, and he keeps shaking slightly.

Trembling.

After all, the monk in black has sharp eyes, like watching a fire through a candle. When he saw this scene, he raised his right eyebrow slightly and smiled secretly in his heart: "There is an old saying: one burst of energy will weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted! Flying dragons have ordinary bones, this time

I was controlled by the magic sword at that time, and with all my strength, I have already struck two blows, and the power is getting smaller and smaller. I estimate that the third strike with the magic sword will not even have the same power as that day!"

Thinking of this, Monk Cizhou raised his horse's chariot with his right hand and hid the iron mace on his back with his left hand. Holding this important military weapon with both hands, he rode his horse and charged towards the old enemy.

"Broken Arm Knife" Feilong only belatedly understood at this time, and immediately displayed the tradition of the desert horse thieves: losing in battle, then turning in victoriously - turning around and galloping away without any hesitation.

This time, the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry, which had suffered a heavy morale setback, fell directly to the bottom of despair. Even their leader, who was considered invincible in the world, actually believed that he was no match for the monk in black. Then they would be injured or lose their horses.

How much more of your abilities can you use?

No one expected that from the moment the "Broken Arm Knife" Feilong turned around and ran away, he kept moving his stinging left hand, trying to regain his fighting strength as soon as possible.

On the other hand, Monk Cizhou, who was tracking down the enemy, found that even though his mount was the offspring of a Tianshan dragon horse and a female wild horse, and he was carrying a knight wearing heavy armor and holding a military weapon, his speed could not reach the limit. The distance between the two sides

It's slowly opening.

The black-clothed monk immediately understood this, snorted, and immediately took off the robes, swords, dry food, crossbows and other items on the horse. Even the "Wujiang War Robe" on his body was ripped off by him.

half piece.

After reducing the burden several times in this way, the distance that was originally opened was reduced again, and only the size of a horse was left.

"Broken Arm Knife" Feilong could hear the breath of his old enemy chasing after him, and couldn't help but feel anxious. In panic, his left hand, which had not yet returned to its full strength, looked back hurriedly, and it was a magic knife!
Chapter completed!