Sun Sunwu shook the whip hard, trying to make the carriage run faster: "Brother, have we met bandits? What should we do now?"

The man in black was exposed and no longer hid. The sound of horse hooves of "da da da da" was like a death-induced spell, followed Mo Yizhi's carriage, and sharp arrows were shot from time to time.

There were five thousand taels of silver in the carriage, so naturally the horses in black did not run faster. If they delayed, the man in black would catch up sooner or later.

Mo Yizhi looked stern and ordered in a stern voice: "Driving the car, the monkey will cover him."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi held a short crossbow in his hand and pulled the trigger. Three arrows were shot in succession. When the man in black behind him waved his sword to resist, a quick figure rushed out of the carriage like lightning.

The man in black was getting closer and closer. Mo Yizhi took the power to leverage himself to shoot himself like a sword that was separated from the strings and towards the man in black.

In a blink of an eye, the full moon scimitar in Mo Yizhi's hand flashed like a sickle of death, and he only needed to slash with one backhand.

When her feet fell on the horse that was in black first, the head of the man in black on the horse had already fallen to the ground like a ball, and was stepped under the horse's hooves by the man in black next time, and it was difficult to see his true face again.

The man in black was still sitting upright on the horse, his headless neck, and blood was like a fountain, looking extremely terrifying and weird.

It was said soon, but everything happened in a blink of an eye.

When the remaining four men in black reported, Mo Yizhi quickly picked up the short crossbow hanging on his waist and shot down a man on the left with a "swoosh".

In the blink of an eye, two companions were lost, and three men in black were left shocked.

Mo Yizhi never gave his opponent time to reflect. He was slightly lowered and he took some force under his feet. His light figure was like a leaping cheetah. When he landed in front of the enemy, all he had left was death.

The blood-stained scimitar penetrated straight into the heart, and the sound of the sharp blade breaking the flesh was frightening.

With a "swish", the barbing blade expanded the wound that was originally three fingers wide several times, and blood mixed with minced meat and came out.

The remaining two men in black were already shocked. One turned around and ran away. When the other wanted to escape, Mo Yizhi jumped up in the same way.

The eyes as black as crow feathers were full of contempt, and a faint smile like a death-seeking talisman hung on the corner of his lips. His hands raised his sword and his blood blew.

At this point, Mo Yizhi had not stopped, but saw her jump off the horse quickly, lifting a short crossbow on her waist, and pulling the trigger with a "click".

The man in black who escaped was dismissed.

The short crossbow hit the man in black right shoulder, and got up and wanted to run again.

Mo Yizhi shot out another crossbow arrow, this time he hit the right knee of the man in black.

The man in black knew that he could not escape and fell to the ground in dejection.

Mo Yizhi came close to him and looked down at the man in black who looked like he was waiting for death.

"Chi", Mo Yizhi let out a chuckle.

The man in black opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the person in front of him. He had an unsurprisingly sallow face, and the faint smile on the corner of his lips was as elegant as orchid.

If he hadn't seen everything just now, the man in black would have thought that Mo Yizhi was just a scholar who could not hold his hands.

But everything was too unexpected.

The half-armed scimitar in her hand was still dripping blood on the cold blade, like a sickle in the hand of the god of death.

The blood fell down drop by drop, as if mocking how ignorant and incompetent these men in black were.
Chapter completed!