Wind, sand and waves.

In this melancholy environment, a group of masked horse bandits, who took advantage of the troubled times to get entangled, were shouting and besieging the small village in front of them.

The machete flew past, blood flying.

This small space was filled with the screams and screams of innocent people begging for mercy.

Humanity was completely lost at this moment.

Just when this group of people completely lost their humanity and wanted to do something more cruel, a voice suddenly broke into the killing.

"Humanity is gone."

"There is no life left."

"If someone could die in a dignified battle on the battlefield, I would be able to express my admiration, but you group of deserters only bully the weak to show your hysteria."

"You will not live if you do your own evil."

The movement of the hands suddenly stopped, and almost everyone's attention was attracted by the sound. When they turned their heads, they saw a dusty donkey, with a man sitting on the back of the donkey.

A young man in brocade clothes hung on his waist a weapon that was somewhat similar to the machetes in the hands of their group of horse bandits.

The only difference is that the opponent's knife is more curved, with an amazing arc.

"Who are you?"

"Don't mind my business!"

"Boy, your life is at stake!"

One of the leader of the horse bandits suddenly walked out, pointed the scimitar in his hand at the incoming person, and scolded. As horse bandits who always like to rush and come and go without a trace, the situations they are good at are basically using multiple methods.

Fight sparingly, or even eliminate and hit together, and use kiting tactics.

They are not afraid of ordinary masters, nor are they afraid of ordinary armies.

Here, the geographical advantage is also their weapon.

But the person in front of them and this group of horse bandits were also speaking to the leader of the bandit. At the same time, many people commanded their horses to slowly surround him. During this time, they also met many so-called

The martial arts masters wanted to be chivalrous and righteous, but in the end they were either exhausted to death or shot to death by bows and arrows. The worst case was that they tied them with a noose and dragged them to death in the Gobi Desert full of yarn.

"oh?"

"Han Chinese?"

Yue Yuan looked at the eyes above the black linen covering his face for a while, and found that the configuration of the characters in this group of horse bandits was extremely complicated. There were not only Mongolian fleeing cavalry in this group, but also the shadow of Han people.

.

Yue Yuan was not surprised by this situation.

This has been the case throughout the ages.

Sometimes, you will find that the person who is really sad is not the person involved, but other people.

This is the current situation.

"I remember this should be the sphere of influence of the Ming Cult!"

"how……"

"Why do you dare to mess around here?"

Yue Yuan looked at the sky, glanced around, and roughly analyzed his current position in his mind. It was clearly within the sphere of influence of the Ming Cult. Looking at this group of horse bandits, Yue Yuan knew that dynasties in the past had been established.

In the early decades of the country, the internal structure was often sorted out. There were many bandits and bandits hiding in some nooks and crannies of this land.

This is a remnant from the transition of dynasties.

If he is not upright, he shall be punished.

"Hahaha!"

As if they heard something funny, the group of horse bandits looked at each other and suddenly laughed. In their opinion, the Mingjiao army is currently fighting with the remnants of Yuan Ting and other rebels, so how can they care about it?

Fuck them for these little things?

I have to say that they really have some foresight.

The leader of the horse bandits told the story without any scruples.

"..."

Seeing this, Yue Yuan covered his forehead with one hand and sighed: "If it were the same as before, how could I say so much?"

"That's all."

"As the leader of the Ming Cult, I will give you a ride!"

After saying that, bow your head.

Yue Yuan's right hand touched the handle of the scimitar at his waist, and his slender fingers moved gently and slowly like caressing a lover.

look up.

Qiang——

The scimitar is unsheathed.

The world between heaven and earth suddenly lights up and darkens at this moment.

Everyone present seemed to see a crescent moon rising at this moment.

The moon rises and the moon sets.

During the day, the horse bandits saw the scenery that could only be seen at night. It was as if a strange situation had occurred, which shortened the time in between, and someone used magical means to cut off the night time and move it to another place.

daytime.

The red sun and silver moon complement each other.

The surroundings are dotted with stars.

Such a strange sight made everyone nervous for a while.

A moment.

The strange color in the sky disappeared and returned to its original state.

After scanning the surroundings, they strangely discovered that the young man who had been surrounded in the center had disappeared at some point.

What's going on?

What just happened?

For a moment, the horses were restless, and the horse bandits were even more uneasy.

Such a strange scene made everyone feel trembling with fear. As for the innocent people who remained in the killing, they were even more frightened at this moment.

Different from the scene seen by the horse bandits, they saw with their own eyes the young man who pulled out the machete and slowly got off the back of the donkey, and then walked step by step in front of the horse bandits. Each of them waved the knife, and then

He returned the sword to its sheath, mounted the donkey and walked away leisurely.

They didn't see the crescent moon or the stars in the sky.

This group of people didn't even know what these vicious horse bandits were doing just where they were.

Watching the young man ride away on the donkey, combined with the strange behavior of the horse bandits, made this group of people almost think they had seen a ghost during the day.

After touching his body and looking around, especially the group of people who were almost hugging each other and shivering like quails, the leader of the horse bandits always felt that something was wrong.

look back.

When his eyes fell on a horse bandit beside him, he was suddenly stunned.

"you."

"come over."

"What's in your eyes?"

The bandit leader with good eyes stared blankly into his men's eyes. From a distance, he saw a strange light shining in his pupils. He called him over, and when he walked in front of him, he finally saw clearly.

What is that bright light?

It's a silver moon.

It's a scimitar.

A cold light flashed and burst out of the pupils.

In an instant, the gangster on horseback was like a broken rag doll, with blood splattering and being completely smashed into pieces in the crimson sky.

"!!!"

Blood was drenched all over his body, and almost at the same time, the sound like tearing rags was heard all around. It was the sound of the human body being torn apart by the sword energy. In the blink of an eye, dozens of horse bandits were all transformed into the sky at this moment.

of blood foam.

In the sight of the bandit leader, everything was dyed a bright blood red color.

hiss--
To be continued...