The vast desert outside the Great Wall. The sky and the earth are vast, and everything as far as the eye can see is filled with snowflakes.

The howling wind is as threatening as a sword.

In a cave covered by heavy snow, two people wrapped in black sheepskins hugged each other to keep warm.

"Boom boom boom..."

The huge shock woke them up from their sleep.

"Is it an avalanche?"

This is a woman's voice.

The man on the side stretched his neck, looked at the cave wall above, and said softly: "No, it's the hoofbeats of horses!"

Above the snowfield, there are seven horses galloping, as if rushing down the mountain!

On the other side, at the foot of the vast Tianshan Mountains, there is a small village.

This place is different from the thousands of miles of snowfields in the mountains, but it is desolate.

The scene at this time was very strange.

The high-pitched sound of the suona sounds like a happy event, but also seems like an innocent event.

There is red everywhere here, but there are corpses everywhere.

And the sound of the suona seems to be a salvation and a celebration.

In the 1640s, although the Manchu and Qing Dynasties had entered the customs, there were still many resistance forces hidden in the martial arts in the Central Plains. Prince Doge of the Manchu Qing Dynasty issued a "ban on martial arts."

The ban on martial arts stipulates that all those who practice martial arts will be executed.

A wedding was being held in this village, but a large number of people suddenly arrived and killed everyone here.

"We don't know each other, why do we have to kill them all?" The leader of the remaining group of people was surrounded by soldiers on horseback and asked sternly.

"Why rush to kill the situation?" The leader of the horse riding party was a woman, but her hair accessories were very strange, and she did not seem to be from the Central Plains.

"It's not about killing them immediately." She then added, "The emperor wants to kill the martial arts practitioners. I will lend them your heads in exchange for some silver reward."

"Didn't you say..." The man took out the knife in his hand, "As long as I hand over this knife, I will be given leniency."

The leading woman was none other than Tatar master Togoro. She lowered her head and said with a smile: "The emperor is afraid that you will rebel. Death is the most lenient punishment."

The young man swallowed, "What about the old man and the child?"

Togo Luo raised his head and said: "Three hundred taels per head, yours is more than this price."

As soon as she finished speaking, the shield in the hands of the tattooed Tatar master beside her suddenly flew out. The shield was equipped with spikes, and wherever it passed, it had cut off the hands and feet of many warriors.

A fight broke out. It was just a one-sided massacre.

Although the weapons of the Tatar warriors are all kinds of strange, they are unambiguous in killing people. After all, a head is worth three hundred taels, whether it is an old man or a child...

Rivers of blood flowed, some resisted and some ran away, but the outcome was the same.

Flywheels, umbrella blades, scimitars...heads rolling, blood flowing like rivers.

"How much money can I make from this business?"

It's a deep voice.

"A total of forty-five thousand taels."

"Well, the more people are killed, the fewer people are killed, and this business can no longer continue. The price must be raised."

This is what their leader said.

The kneeling person playing the suona was still playing, but there was no one alive in the entire Zhuangzi.

Gua Geluo's arm blade stretched towards his head, and the man became nervous and sweated profusely.

With a "swish" sound, someone was faster than him.

It was just an arrow that shot through his eyebrow.

"Same as before, put the names of those you know, and the names of those you don't know." Gua Geluo shouted loudly.

"Check to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a high-pitched scream.

This voice is not Chinese, but Tatar!

"There are enemies!"

The word "enemy" is a rare word that means a resister.

The people in this small village are just the most ordinary warriors, they are all stubble waiting to have their heads cut off. How can anyone resist?

Gua Geluo frowned, and many soldiers ran towards the house.

It was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He looked a little immature, and his face was full of doubts.

And in his hand, he still held a weapon, but it was a flywheel, which was the weapon of the Tatars.

Guagoro looked at his feet and saw a corpse there, but it was a Tatar warrior.

"Um?"

Gua Geluo smiled excitedly.

Several Tatar warriors attacked him, but the young man dodged instinctively.

He didn't seem to be able to control the weapon very well and seemed a little sluggish.

But coincidentally, with that weird movement technique, he easily defeated the three Tatar warriors who attacked him.

"Good guy!" Gua Geluo didn't feel the least bit disturbed by the death of his men, but instead became even more excited.

With such a high level of martial arts, he must be on the list, and his head is expensive!

Ten Tatar warriors.

The young man picked up a knife and stood there in confusion.

One thousand taels of silver!

One that can kill ten Tatar warriors is at least worth this price!

Gua Geluo clapped his hands excitedly and rushed towards the boy.

The moment Ping An opened his eyes, he found a butcher knife falling towards him.

He instinctively wanted to raise his hand to block it, but found that there was no inner strength in his body. Moreover, this body was very immature, unable to exert any strength, as if it had been hollowed out.

Where is this place? Before he could figure it out, he saw the butcher knife stretched out again.

bother!

Ping An breathed out. Although he had no internal strength, the consciousness in the realm of heaven and man was not a vegetarian. He used his backhand to seize the opponent's big knife, turned around, and directly cut off the Tatar's head.

"What a powerful skill and a strong idea!" The others thought, but they each raised their weapons and attacked Ping An.

Ping An picked up a knife. Although it was not easy to use, it was still a matter of two or three strokes to deal with these people.

Martial arts is a killing technique, and the emphasis is on killing with one blow.

He killed three Tatars in a row with one knife, and Ping An did not waste a single moment of his energy. He ended the opponent's life with the most precise and extreme speed.

Even so, this weak body cannot provide him with more strength.

Then, more and more Tatars came around.

Gua Geluo excitedly waved his arm blade to attack Ping An. Her moves were weird, but they were not unpreventable.

Ping An only needed to use the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords to defeat her move. However, his body was too weak at this time.

Gua Geluo's blade struck Ping An's head. At this moment, a flying knife struck and blocked her arm blade.

Gua Geluo turned around and saw a bald man wearing fur clothes.

Gua Geluo originally planned to curse, but held it back.

This man is the leader of their twelve gatekeepers, the famous Feng Huo Liancheng who kills people and massacres the city.

"Boss..." Gua Geluo lowered his head and said.

Fenghuo Liancheng has a very weird temper and his methods are extremely cruel, so even his subordinates have to be careful.

Feng Huo Liancheng looked at Ping An with a ferocious smile, showing a row of white teeth: "What's your name?"

Ping An stared at the man without speaking, but was thinking about other things.

Because he looks so much like a star in his previous life!

With small eyes, isn’t this Sun Honglei!

"Do you want to live? If you want to live, follow me!"
Chapter completed!