The Sword Dynasty - 572. Chapter 571

The weather was fine, and the sun came in through the curtains and fell on Mo Ying’s face in the camp.

Mo Ying has a very determined face, and his temperament is actually very similar to Liang Lian. He and Liang Lian, a group of young and strong generals in the army, have a lot in common. In the final analysis, it is because they both grew up in the era of the Bashan sword field.

At that time, the generals of the Bashan sword field were not as desperate as those practitioners of Zhao Jianlu, but they had a firm belief that the generals of the other dynasties could not match. Cold, fortitude, bravery, fearless… these were the temperaments that were common to those who were born in the Bashan sword field at that time.

In terms of growth experience, Mo Ying also had a very similar experience with Liang Lian.

Liang Lian used to be just a very ordinary coachman, while Mo Ying was a very ordinary pharmacist, not even a pharmacist on the battlefield, just responsible for the deployment of some basic hemostatic agents.

Both of them finally became powerful practitioners because of contact with the strong in the Bashan sword field.

The most similar thing is that both of them betrayed the Bashan sword field, and they soon gained a very high status.

Liang Lian was in charge of about half of the defense forces around Changling, and was only one step away from Fenghou. As for Mo Ying, he followed Weihou and was the most reliant general under Weihou, second only to Weihou in power.

The only difference is that Liang Lian has always been in Changling before, while Mo Ying has been leading the frontier army, and Mo Ying has truly been passed on from the Bashan sword field. Whether it is combat experience or personal cultivation, he must be high. Leung Lian.

Even Liang Lian is seeking to become the 14th prince of the Great Qin Dynasty. Such a powerful man in the army who is stronger than Liang Lian is naturally likely to be a prince. For so many years, Mo Ying had been willing to succumb to Wei Hou and lead the army for Wei Hou. Only he himself knew the real reason.

Although the sun is warm, the wind is cold.

Mo Ying put down the military briefing that he had read several times, slurped the tea on the charcoal stove next to her, and looked down and saw that there were a few yellow spots on the ground in the corner of the camp, but they had grown unknowingly. After a few yellow wildflowers, he really felt some warmth.

The spirit of a person will become fatigued easily after a little relaxation.

He felt a little tired, sighed softly, and rubbed his swollen temples.

After all, he is a little old and has less energy than ten years ago.

But these exhaustion and sighs only lasted for a short while.

The yellowness in his vision disappeared, and the few yellow flowers that were still alive before a few breaths turned into pale white, just like a person’s temples stained with frost.

The sudden increase in coldness in the cold wind not only quickly condenses the water vapor in the air into frost, but even squeezes out the water from the green grass and flowers with a strange smell, and freezes it on the surface.

Such a domineering and violent invasion of vitality can only come from the killing intent of a powerful practitioner.

There were several wrinkles on Mo Ying’s resolute face. He put down the hot tea cup, and when he reached out and lifted it up, there was already a dagger in front of him.

This dagger is only one-third the length of an ordinary Daqin standard long sword. The entire blade is very similar to the green of the grass buds. From the blade to the hilt, there are fine white runes everywhere, just like green and tender. Clusters of white flowers growing out of the grass.

A lot of this sword has been sealed, and without the vitality at this moment, the color and lustre appears particularly bleak.

Mo Ying watched the time of the sword’s breath and raised her head.

A sharp sword intent formed in the air in front of him, with a crash, and the heavy curtain was neatly cut off on the upper edge and fell to the ground.

When the sun burst into his eyes, a man and woman walked outside the camp gate.

The camp where he is located is where the Qin army command center is located. I don’t know how many guards and secret cards are arranged around. However, it is shocking that until this pair of men and women openly appeared in the sun, without any disguise. Coming towards the main gate of the camp, the practitioners in the camp discovered the two men.

The woman is tall and slender, and she is wearing an ordinary cyan coarse cloth robe. There seems to be wind and snow lingering on her face, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

The man walking with her wore the ordinary black robe of Changling, but his face was covered with a black scarf.

The short sword on Mo Ying’s case shook slightly, and when he saw the female cultivator, he had already determined the identity of the other party.

As the commander-in-chief of the first army, the unexpected guest appeared. It should be when he issued the order, but he remained motionless, just keeping silent.

“end!

A stern shout full of threats sounded in the barracks.

Even at this time, it is impossible for most people in the barracks to know the origins of the people, but the two dynasties are fighting, and suddenly two weird practitioners are coming straight towards the entrance of the camp. No one will find it inexplicably weird. .

The two cultivators, a man and a woman, didn’t seem to hear the sound of the sound of gold cracking the stone at all, and they were still walking forward at their original pace.

“put!”

Without any hesitation, another stern shout was accompanied by many stern breaking sounds.

Hundreds of arrows with faint flames on them fell like rain, burning the vitality of the world around the camp gate, but the most threatening thing was a flying sword hidden behind one of the arrows.

This flying sword used an extremely insidious and stable posture, flying in the vortex behind an arrow, without any extra noise at all, and did not even cause any influence on the arrow in front.

This is an extremely powerful flying sword control, even beyond the limits of true essence cultivation, and in many cases it is enough to kill practitioners who are stronger than the true essence cultivation of the master of this flying sword.

When the flying sword quietly fell with these arrows, approaching a distance of several feet above the heads of the two cultivators, the two cultivators still had no response.

However, in the next moment, some flying boulders appeared around the woman’s body. These boulders shine in the sun with a dual color of deep gray and blue-black.

Puff puff puff…

There was a dense soft noise.

The arrows that really fell on the body of this woman and the practitioners beside her shattered one after another, even with the flying sword that was hidden behind the arrows, which seemed silent, but was hidden and contained a powerful heaven and earth vitality. At the same time broken.

For ordinary practitioners, the powerful flying swords and these arrows seemed to make no difference to this woman.

In the thinking of normal people, if such an arrow is a falling rock, then such a flying sword should be a hill.

How can there be no difference between a falling rock and a hill hitting a person?

At this moment, time seemed to stop, and there was dead silence in the barracks.

There was a loud bang.

The camp door made of heavy and thick wood broke open, and the wood chips scattered like cracked ice flakes on the ground.

The man and woman walked into the camp through the big hole.

In the next instant, an angry voice sounded. Any sergeant knows very well that as long as a powerful practitioner goes deep into the camp, some powerful talisman will no longer be able to function because of accidental injuries.

Five practitioners greeted him at the first time, pressing out all the true essence in his body without any reservation, without any back-hands.

Five different energies, such as five waterfalls gushing, hit the two people.

The woman didn’t look around, but simply stretched out her hand and made a movement of swinging a sword and slashing.

The wind stopped suddenly and everything was frozen.

The entire barracks fell silent again.

Everyone saw an unimaginably deep blue and black that filled the pupils of their eyes, like an abyss being pulled out of the ground and thrown into the bright sky at this moment.

This extremely deep color came from a natal sword born in the hand of a woman.

In the next instant, the figures of the five cultivators were all broken from their waists into two pieces, and when they landed, they made the sound of ice and snow falling to the ground.