Seeing the big hand grabbing him, Zhao Yuan did not dodge and stood as tall as a mountain.
"Walk!"
Seeing his men arresting Zhao Yuan, the burly young man seemed to think that Zhao Yuan's capture was a matter of course. He glanced at the approaching Qin cavalry, showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and then shouted loudly,
He ran towards the grassland first, followed closely by the others.
The speed of the Cinu Horse is extremely astonishing. The Cinu people dare to challenge outside Blackwater City because of the speed of the Cinu Horse. They come and go like the wind, so that the cavalry in Blackwater City can only look back and sigh.
The big man urged the horse to arrive in front of Zhao Yuan at a certain time. He leaned over and grabbed the skirt of Zhao Yuan's chest with one hand. Using the horse's inertia, he lifted it up.
The big man grabbed Zhao Yuan's chest and lifted it, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Zhao Yuan's body was as motionless as a rock.
At the same time, the horse was still running wildly, and the big man was grabbing Zhao Yuan, but Zhao Yuan was motionless, like a rock.
An amazing scene appeared.
The big man couldn't lift Zhao Yuan, and he was immediately frightened to death. His body was dragged by the giant horse as if it was flying in the air. The big man's riding skills were also superb. A pair of powerful legs actually clamped the horse's back tightly without letting go.
The horse was suddenly stopped while running wildly.
Zhao Yuan snorted coldly, raised his hand and grabbed the palm on his chest, pinched his fingers, and gently pulled it, and the big man let go.
Between this grab and the loosening of the grip, the giant horse was stopped abruptly by the big man, with its front hooves raised high, and the big man relied on Zhao Yuan to control the horse. Now Zhao Yuan pulled his arm away and immediately lost it.
The center of gravity suddenly caused the person to flip over and fall heavily to the ground.
"waste!"
Hearing the sound of falling, the young man who was about to leave cursed angrily, and a group of big men urged their horses back and surrounded Zhao Yuan.
"Do it!"
Seeing the cavalry from Blackwater City rushing towards him, the young man showed an anxious look on his face. He shouted loudly, drew out his sharp sword, and surrounded Zhao Yuan first. Dozens of big men knew that time was running out and did not hesitate. They immediately drew out their swords.
He used his waist knife to tighten the encirclement, forcing Zhao Yuan to submit.
"If the tiger doesn't show its power, you think I'm a sick cat!"
Facing the repeated entanglement of a group of assassin slaves, Zhao Yuanzai could not control the roaring fighting spirit in his body. He drew out the long black knife on his back, held the knife with both hands, and suddenly shook it, and the knife cloth was shattered into pieces.
To capture a thief, capture the king first; to shoot a man, shoot a horse first.
There are no unnecessary words.
Zhao Yuan, who was full of fighting spirit, held a long sword in his hand and stepped towards the young man who rushed over first. With this step, he swallowed the mountains and rivers with anger. With this step, the mountains and rivers changed color. The black-backed long sword struck down in the air like a bolt of lightning...
…
With his long hair flying and rain of blood flying, Zhao Yuan used the art of arrow shooting combined with "quiet" to lock the high-speed moving body, and the black-backed long knife directly hit the young man's shoulder, slashing diagonally, without any trace.
block, from shoulder to crotch, and then to the huge horse.
Too fast.
So fast that no one could react, the young man had been chopped off the horse by Zhao Yuan with a knife. Even the body of the giant horse was cut into two pieces by a knife from the horse's back to its belly, and its internal organs were scattered on the ground.
,,The air is filled with the choking smell of blood.
Dozens of big men were stunned.
The air seemed to be frozen.
Everyone looked at the mutilated body on the ground.
"He killed Prince Moton, he killed Prince Moton..." A big man suddenly fell from his horse, rolled over and crawled to the bloody corpse, crying loudly.
"Kill, kill him!"
"kill!"
The eyes of dozens of big men turned red and they rushed towards Zhao Yuan frantically.
war!
Zhao Yuan's fighting spirit was boiling, murderous intent was surging, and the long knife in his hand was like lightning and thunder, and like the death scythe of the hell demon, constantly harvesting lives.
One knife.
Two swords.
Three swords.
…
The black-backed long knife rolled up pieces of knife flowers on the grassland, one knife after another, as if the water of the Yangtze River was flowing endlessly.
Zhao Yuan was immersed in the realm of "war" and couldn't extricate himself.
In Zhao Yuan's eyes, all moving objects are his hunting targets.
"War" is being perfectly tempered, and in the surging fighting spirit, Zhao Yuan has a feeling of connection with the spirit of heaven and earth. That feeling can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, as if his whole body and mind are immersed in a killing.
The depleted ocean has turned every pore into a huge container.
During the continuous tempering, Zhao Yuan forgot the time and was completely dominated by the artistic conception. It was not until all the moving targets around him were killed that Zhao Yuan woke up from the boiling fighting spirit.
Rivers of blood flowed.
Zhao Yuan stared blankly at the mutilated corpses around him. Among the corpses, in addition to people, there were also huge thorn slave horses. The corpses of those horses were still twitching in a pool of blood.
The strong smell of blood in the air was nauseating.
Did you do this yourself?
Zhao Yuan was secretly shocked.
Could it be that this is the highest state of war?
Zhao Yuan ran the artistic conception of "war" and suddenly discovered that the "war" that had been stagnant had reached a critical point. That is to say, if he takes a further step, he can be promoted to the realm of "strength" cultivation. It turns out that "war"
"Cultivation requires killing people..."
…
In the distance, dozens of Blackwater City cavalry looked at Zhao Yuan with horrified faces and did not dare to approach. They had witnessed the massacre with their own eyes.
In this massacre, there was only one survivor, and that was the middle-aged man who was holding the young man's body and crying loudly.
The man was able to stay only because he didn't move.
At this time, the man stared at Zhao Yuan with endless hatred in his eyes.
Prince Moton!
It seems that he really killed a big shot.
Kill and silence!
Almost immediately, Zhao Yuan thought of killing someone to silence him. If this matter spreads out, the subsequent pursuit will be endless. Immediately, Zhao Yuan strode towards the middle-aged man with a knife in his hand.
past.
"You're dead, you're dead!" The middle-aged man saw Zhao Yuan's thoughts and was not afraid. He looked at Zhao Yuan with a ferocious smile.
"Dead..." Zhao Yuan suddenly stopped and stared at the middle-aged man.
"Yes, you are dead. No one can escape the pursuit of the Shanyu family, no one!" The middle-aged man looked up at Zhao Yuan with a ferocious expression and laughed wildly.
"Okay, I'll let you go back. Remember, my surname is Zhao Mingyuan. If you want revenge, just come to me, Zhao Yuan." Zhao Yuan put away his long knife, strode to the middle-aged man, and leaned over to insert his ear canal.
"I remember." The middle-aged man said every word.
"I'll wait for you."
Zhao Yuan stood up straight, his long hair flying, and he was as heroic as a mountain. He looked down at the middle-aged man and laughed loudly.
At this time, Zhao Yuan was no longer the Zhao Yuan who was careful about trivial matters and was afraid of wolves before and tigers behind.
Just now, Zhao Yuan had tasted the sweetness of "war". Thinking that the pursuit of the Shanyu family could help him improve his strength, he simply became a bachelor, exposed his identity, and asked the Shanyu family to send masters to practice with him.
After fighting against Feng Guoshi and Hu Yansheng, Zhao Yuan is now more confident. Although he cannot defeat Feng Guoshi, he can easily escape. Without life-threatening danger, Zhao Yuan is naturally not afraid of the Shanyu family.
of pursuit.
At the same time, Zhao Yuan suddenly realized.
He understood why the low-level training in "Ten Thousand Enemies" was so difficult at the beginning. In fact, these training methods were all designed to keep the practitioners alive.
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