"Oh, you little Japanese, are you really cruel and ruthless?" Xiao Yun took a breath of air. Unexpectedly, this seemingly sloppy little Japanese had such a sharp sword technique. In addition to admiration, he had to retreat continuously.

Guitou Zhengxiong was very happy to see Xiao Yun retreating repeatedly, and shouted Yoxi Yoxi several times. The sword technique became even more fierce and fierce. The samurai sword held tightly in both hands. At this moment, he slashed at Xiao Yun again. The thin samurai sword bar barely slashed out several shocking geeks, and with the whistling sound of the wind, he rushed towards Xiao Yun.

"Brother Xiao, be careful and don't hurt your body?" Mao Xiang couldn't help but remind him worriedly when he saw the opponent's attack fiercely.

Fifty thousand soldiers watched Xiao Yun and Guitou Zhengxiong duel. The confidant soldiers had already surrounded the two of them tightly, for fear of letting the arrogant Japanese man go.

"Thank you, Brother Mao, for your concern. This general can still deal with it. You can wait for a long time to watch it?" Xiao Yun said, but he did not follow Guitou Masao's sword technique. He expanded his body, his body was rising and falling, like a butterfly in the flowers.

In this way, after dozens of rounds of fighting, Guitou Masao's sword technique became more and more fierce, and he cut Xiao Yun's vital points with moves.

The field was silent, and everyone looked at the two fighting on the field. Geng Bingwen, Mao Xiang and Zhao Yong stared at Xiao Yun's body with three pairs of eyes, for fear that there would be a mistake and that he would miss the opportunity to rescue him.

Xiao Yun originally wanted to explore it again, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw that in addition to Mao Xiang, Geng Bingwen and others, more people looked worried, as if the one who lost must be him.

"Grandpa, I can't handle a little Japanese, so why can't I keep my face?" I thought about it, and my subordinates immediately used all their strength. With a clear roar, they saw the momentum of Guitou Zhengxiong. The Moon Knife slashed out with a knife head-on. With a roar, Zhanyue slashed out the invincible Jinghong and killed Guitou Zhengxiong.

"Okay, you little Japanese, today my grandfather will let you see it. We are so powerful in the Central Plains people and Han people!"

The moon-killing knife kept stopping, one knife was as fast as a knife, and the eight methods of the moon-killing knife were instantly unfolded. It was really domineering and strange and unpredictable.

When Guitou Zhengxiong saw Xiao Yun's sword technique suddenly change, his face changed drastically and shouted: "Ba Ge Yalu!" Facing the murderous aura of the moon-killing sword, the samurai sword danced repeatedly, and actually blocked Xiao Yun's three swords.

"Good skills!" Xiao Yun shouted softly, turned the moon-killing sword, and said coldly: "The soldier said in a sarcasm!" He could only slash out with one knife.

When the head of the head saw the sword technique coming, he couldn't tell the truth and the truth, so he gritted his teeth and tried hard to meet him.

"You are waiting for you?" Xiao Yun smiled secretly. The sword technique turned around and the same knife was slashed out, but it was a false move, not very powerful. Guitao Zhengxiong tried hard and slashed out with one knife. He slashed out with one knife, and he slashed directly into Xiao Yun's chest. He thought that if he would not cut the enemy in half, he knew that he would not see the opponent's strength at all. He was shocked, scratched and screamed a few times, and swung the knife again.

Xiao Yun sneered, and left the side of his body. Before Guitou Zhengxiong could react, he slashed out with a backhand, and the eighth style of the slash of the moon was on the head. This sword was extremely powerful and directly hit Guitou Zhengxiong's chest.

Gui's head was deceived when he slashed with one knife. Unfortunately, he was an old swordsman. He wanted to fight back again, but it was too late to retreat. How could Xiao Yun let go of such an opportunity? He shouted: "Little Japanese, come and take your life!" The moon-slaying knife flipped it out and slashed out a shocking geek, slashing it towards the face with a roar, forcing Gui's head to the head to the face with one knife.

Guitou Masao was shocked. In a hurry, he finally didn't waste his life in the Central Plains. He heard a "clang" sound, threw away the samurai sword in his hand, and with a thump, he knelt on his legs, raised his hands and said, "Your, surround my life!"

"Hmph, begging for mercy, begging for mercy is useless!" Xiao Yun shouted loudly, his hands kept stopping, and the moon-knitting knife turned into a shocking fog. Everyone felt that their eyes were shaking, and a white light flashed, followed by a scream. Gui's head was so handsome, with his eyes wide open, looking at Xiao Yun with disbelief, and after a moment, he reached out and pointed at Xiao Yun and said, "You, the Han people are too cunning-?"

"Okay-?" everyone shouted in unison.

Guitou Masao snorted, his kneeling body shook twice, but he didn't fall down.

Xiao Yun smiled slightly and said, "I'm dead now, right?" He didn't care whether the guitou Zhengxiong could hear it. He shrank his right hand and pulled out the moon-knitting knife. The guitou Zhengxiong's chest immediately gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the garment on his chest red. His kneeling body shook twice and fell to the ground and died.

The 50,000 soldiers shouted like thunder, and they were all very happy. Xiao Yun laughed and clasped his fists and said, "Sorry, this little Ri is too weak, I can't help but beat him. I just slashed him, and I didn't really want to kill him. I didn't expect to die like this. It was purely a mistake. A mistake. Please forgive me, my friends of Goryeo!"

Seeing that he had killed someone and made such a helpless act, Geng Bingwen couldn't help but be funny and angry, and said to himself: "Brother Xiao is really not a gentleman."

As everyone was laughing, Xiao Yun walked into the team with the Moon Killing Sword. Since the Goryeo surrendered soldiers were standing in the middle, under the night, Xiao Yun carried the Moon Killing Sword in one hand and the cold light flashed. The leader was shocked and took a few steps back, staring at Xiao Yun and said, "You, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Yun looked around and saw that the man was about 40 years old, with a blushing face, a beard, and a burly figure, which was very rough.

"Brother, please rest assured. As long as you can't wait too arrogant, I, Xiao Yun, will never kill innocent people?" Xiao Yun nodded to the man.

The man was obviously relieved, looked at Xiao Yun sideways, and suddenly walked over to Xiao Yun.

"Bold, what do you want to do?" Zhao Yong was furious when he saw it, and waved his knife forward, about to take action.

"Brother Zhao, don't panic?" Xiao Yun glanced at the man, stopped Zhao Yong's sword drawing in time, stared at the man, and asked, "Dare you dare to ask this brother, but if you have something to say to me?"

The man glanced at Zhao Yong, and showed a disdain in his mouth. Then he looked at Geng Bingwen and Mao Xiang and the others walked forward without saying a word, came to Xiao Yun, reached out without warning, and lit Xiao Yun's forehead three times.

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