Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 415 The sword comes
"We eat hard naan and drink goat milk every day. We don't know when we can get into the interior of the country... The people in the Central Plains are really good at cooking."

"We can probably launch the siege in the next two days..."

It was late at night and there were soldiers standing in the military camp. They stood by the campfire, took a big bite of a soft-soaked biscuit, looked fiercely towards the Yagu Pass in the south, and talked to each other.

The firelight illuminated the shadows of the two people, and suddenly a residual shadow flashed by in the light of the fire, like a peregrine falcon passing by in the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it were a dizziness.

The two of them were unaware and continued eating cakes and chatting.

However, they were completely unaware that a man in white was standing behind them, shining the light of a fire on the crystal red pill in his hand and examining it carefully.

But he didn't make any sound, not even a trace of breathing was visible, like a lonely ghost wandering in the snowy plains, with a frighteningly low sense of presence.

The old witch doctor had lived a long life, seen a lot, had rich experience, and could speak some poor Central Plains Mandarin.

Zhao Wumian then realized that this pill was specially made for Shaman Tian using blood-coagulating crystals from the Western Regions. Just by hearing the name, one could tell that it had the effect of condensing qi and blood. It was simple and easy to understand.

However, he had never seen this thing in the imperial court or in the Hetuo treasury, and even Zi Yi had never mentioned it. Apparently, this thing called Blood Coagulation Crystal was a rare treasure from the Western Regions, and it was extremely difficult to obtain it by ordinary means.

I've heard Chief Inspector Su mention before that there are many self-made warlords in the Western Regions, and they are a mixed bag. He had planted several spies in the Western Regions before, but lost contact with them every time, and the situation was most likely to be dangerous.

After Zhao Wumian regained his memory, he knew that his enemy was in the Western Regions. However, he had just returned from Hetuo and spent a few days with his wife in the capital before rushing to Yanyun without stopping. He had not had time to seek revenge in the Western Regions.

Zhao Wumian suddenly thought of the beautiful woman from the Western Regions who had cat-like blue eyes and was very kind to him.

I wonder if she is okay.

But no matter how well she is doing, the next time she sees me, she will definitely pant like a cat in response to stress.

After all, the last time they met... wasn't a very pleasant one.

Although she had reached a preliminary cooperation intention with her at the beginning, Zhao Wumian and her had a naturally opposing stance, so she had no choice but to protect Ding Jingcheng's retreat. Zhao Wumian was naturally very angry, so he reached into her collar and grabbed it.

Apart from anything else, the feeling of the fingers did leave a deep impression on Zhao Wumian.

Hot and soft.

He shook his head slightly to clear away his distracting thoughts. This blood-clotting pill was specially provided by Shamantian, and he didn't know whether it would be of any use to Xiao Yuanmu.

It is not expected to be a complete cure, otherwise Shamantian would not be still taking it until now, but it can obviously provide some relief, so it can be considered a miraculous medicine.

Zhao Wumian put the precious elixir into a small porcelain bottle he carried with him and hid it close to his body.

Whether it is useful or not will be known after letting Yuanmu try it. If some specific skills are needed to assist in cultivation... then he will have to beat the skills out of Shamantian's mouth even if he has to.

Zhao Wumian was in a very good mood. He didn't expect to gain something just after arriving at the military camp.

However, after taking a look around, he found that there were many people with superb martial arts skills in the camp, but no one could give him the same sense of crisis and oppression as Shamantian.

Shamantian was not there, and the old witch doctor also said that he heard the news about Mo Jingxue and left in a hurry. However, the text message had been destroyed long ago, and he didn't know where Mo Jingxue was.

But since he was already here, Zhao Wumian couldn't just take the blood-clotting pill and leave. He looked at the two soldiers in front of him and knew that the patrol guards in the camp would be changing shifts. If there were fewer people, there would surely be chaos in the camp.

Zhao Wumian was not afraid of being surrounded, but he did not want to cause trouble and harm the captured Yanyun scouts and heroes. Although the probability was not high, it was a matter of life and death, so it would be best to be safe.

Of course we should save our own people if we can.

The abnormality in the old witch doctor's tent would be discovered sooner or later. He did not delay any longer and quietly disappeared. He had already forced the old witch doctor to reveal the whereabouts of the prisoner. He had no obstructions along the way and came to an open space on the west side of the camp.

There was a stench near the open space, a strange smell mixed with feces and blood that no one was bothered to deal with.

There were several bonfires lit in the empty spaces, and in the darkness and the light of the fire, the fallen snow turned black and red.

More than a dozen iron cages were scattered in the snow in a somewhat disorderly manner. Each cage held a single prisoner, all of whom had unkempt hair, ragged clothes, untidy beards, and were obviously suffering from torture.

This number is smaller than expected. Obviously, those who are still alive today all have some value.

At this moment, a tall, strong man with a beard and wearing black armor was standing in front of one of the cages, with dozens of personal guards beside him.

He stroked the saber at his waist with his rough palm and spoke in fluent Central Plains Mandarin:

"Li Jingnan, Li Jingnan, a former Five Mountains warrior. It would have been fine if you were captured by Wei Ming Hou during a prison break in the capital. He was so famous in the martial arts world, and each of the people he killed was more powerful than the last. It seems that your defeat to him was not shameful..."

"But with your status in the martial arts world, you were eventually used by the imperial court as an ant on the front line... Alas."

"You can't get along in the underworld, and you are involved in a major case in the court. You have no way out in both the black and white worlds. It's better for you to just surrender to us on the grassland. Whether it's a shaman or a national master, it won't be difficult for them to cure your hidden injury."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows slightly and looked sideways. Although the prisoner in the cage was covered in dirt and looked miserable, his facial features...

Not only Li Jingnan, but also Zhaoyu F3, Chou Manjiang, and Gu Wenhe who were captured by Zhao Wumian at the same time were among them. I think they were all sent to the front line as fill-in babies, and somehow they fell into the hands of the Rong people.

Li Jingnan was a top figure in the martial arts world during the Hongtian era. Although he was beaten to pieces by Dao Kui and was seriously injured, and his strength was less than one tenth of that of Wu Kui, he still had the spirit of Wu Kui. He just snorted coldly when he heard the words.

"Just do it."

"Each of you possesses unique skills and is a rare talent. It would be a pity to kill you. But if you cling to this so-called integrity, you will only shorten your life..."

Hei Ya sighed again, feeling it was indeed a pity. Even though Li Jingnan was kicked to death like a dog by Zhao Wumian, how many Zhao Wumian are there in the world?

In today's martial arts world, being able to fight with Zhao Wumian and survive is already a glorious achievement that can be boasted about for the rest of your life.

Li Jingnan was suffering from a hidden injury and could not display his full strength as a martial arts master, but Wudamu and Shamantian did have a way to cure him. After all, he was a martial arts master and naturally had value in persuading him to surrender.

Unfortunately, he tried to persuade her for several days but to no avail.

Li Jingnan smiled coldly, his voice was weak but his tone was cold.

"Do you think you can live long?"

"Oh? You can kill me?"

"I can't kill, but someone else can."

"You don't mean Wei Ming Hou." Black Crow smiled slightly:
"The person he wants to deal with is Shaman, the national teacher. Why would he risk being surrounded by thousands of troops to kill me? Besides, Shaman has already gone to deal with him. Zhao Wumian should worry about himself first."

Li Jingnan did not answer, but just glanced at the highly skilled guards beside Hei Ya and smiled faintly.

"The general says he's not afraid, but his body is very honest."

"There is no point in talking. I was imprisoned in the court and then imprisoned here again after coming to the grassland. It's not me." Black Crow said expressionlessly.

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows when he heard this and looked at Li Jingnan a few more times. He had no grudge against the old man. They just had a fight due to their positions, so Zhao Wumian didn't want to take his life.

I never thought that he was a patriotic hero with integrity.

After all, Li Jingnan really has nowhere to go now. Neither the martial arts world nor the imperial court will tolerate him.

I don't know what to do with Chou Manjiang and Nagu Wenhe, but they have been locked in cages and suffered a lot until now, so it is estimated that they have never given in.

As for the other prisoners in the cage, he didn't recognize them, but since they were here, they were definitely worthy of his rescue.

Even if it is the Blood Hand Butcher Chou Manjiang, we can rescue him this time and send him as a fill-in baby in the future... After all, he is a master of his generation and his fighting power is beyond doubt.

Zhao Wumian glanced sideways in the direction of the horse farm, wondering if Guan Yunshu was doing well or not. If there were no horses, it would be difficult for these exhausted and wounded prisoners to escape...

Tap tap tap————

While he was thinking, he suddenly turned around and saw someone running towards him, holding a falcon in his hand and a black cloth ball in his arms.

He looked extremely panicked, his armor creaking, and before he got close, he was already shouting:

"General! General! There's a problem on the eastern Goguryeo front. Mo, Mo Jingxue single-handedly beheaded Goguryeo's vanguard general Lou Xinglan! He is here to send his head..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw the black cloth ball into the air. The black cloth flew out and a head fell into the arms of Black Crow.

On the forehead of this head, words written in the handwriting of the Central Plains were carved with a knife.

Let me finish the wine in the cup, and I will take your head soon!
Zhao Wumian didn't understand what the Rong man said, but after looking at the portrait given by the King of Yan, he recognized the identity of the head, and after reading the short sentence, he immediately knew who did it.

"Mo Jingxue!" Hei Ya could never have imagined that he had just received news about Mo Jingxue this morning, and now in the middle of the night, the head of the Goguryeo vanguard general had been sent to his tent.

Zhao Wumian burst out laughing. He didn't expect that Mo Jingxue would really do as Abbot Dongwen said. He came to the outside of the pass and killed the Goguryeo vanguard general with his own hands. Now he wanted to kill Heiya.

He was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly felt ashamed of himself. It was not that he felt he was not as good as Mo Jingxue, but he was annoyed that he was one step slower than him.

Now outside the Great Wall, the wind is rising and the clouds are surging, tigers are roaring and dragons are howling, but he is actually one step slow?
Now that he is here, Mo Jingxue still wants to snatch the person he wants to kill?

Zhao Wumian then stopped hiding and stepped out, with his hair tied at his waist. He had no weapon, but his clothes were whiter than snow and his steps were steady.

Black Crow and his guards, who were already in a bit of a mess, were startled when they saw a man from the Central Plains suddenly walk out from the darkness. They didn't quite react where this man came from.

This is the heart of the camp.

But there were elite soldiers all around. When they saw Zhao Wumian for the first time, they were shocked, but they did not slow down at all. Someone shouted loudly:

"There are assassins!!"

Phew—bang!

The mailbox also exploded in the night sky.

At the same time, they raised their weapons to block the Black Crow, forming a human wall of dozens of people, all wearing fine armor, standing in neat and rhythmic positions.

They were obviously well-trained and formed a formation immediately.

Although Hei Ya claimed that if he died, there would still be countless brave warriors on the grassland who could serve as vanguard generals, but those who were chosen to attack Yanyun were not the mediocre people who were found on the streets.

There was a sudden chaos all around, with the sound of countless footsteps and shouts. The sound waves almost made the campfire in the open space sway back and forth, and the firelight reflected on Zhao Wumian's face in a disorderly manner.

Tens of thousands of Rong troops were heading this way, trying to surround Zhao Wumian.

No, Zhao Wumian was already in the heart of the military camp, and he had long been surrounded by an army of one hundred thousand.

"Zhao Wumian!?"

Li Jingnan, Chou Manjiang and others were the first to recognize his identity.

When this name came out, the guards seemed to be in an uproar for a moment, and then they heard Black Crow shouting at Zhao Wumian through the human wall:
"The Marquis Weiming of the imperial court actually came here alone. Don't you think that my army of 100,000 is just for show... What do you want to do by taking risks alone?!"

Zhao Wumian said: "I'm here to kill you."

“Are you crazy!?”

His voice was filled with a bit of disbelief, as if he was looking at a fool, but he couldn't help but smile.

It’s not that he thinks Zhao Wumian can’t take his head in the midst of thousands of soldiers, but he just thinks the risks and benefits of this action are simply incomparable.

Is his head worthy of being weighed together with Zhao Wumian's? Even if Zhao Wumian could kill him, it would not be easy for him to break out of the encirclement of thousands of troops afterwards. As long as the shaman or the state teacher could arrive in time and hold him back so that he could not escape, he would be exhausted to death.

Wu Kui's physical strength is not infinite, and it is impossible for him to kill thousands of people without being exhausted.

If his life could be exchanged for Zhao Wumian's life, there would obviously be no more worthwhile deal in the world.

The message has been sent. With the lightness skills of the imperial teacher or the shaman, they can arrive here before dawn. Even if they have to risk their lives, they will delay Zhao Wumian.

The shaman said that Zhao Wumian was more terrifying than an army of 100,000, and Hei Ya believed it, so he risked his life to delay him.

Those who came to the gate this time were all carefully selected tribal warriors from the grassland, and none of them was afraid of death.

In a barren place like the grassland, people have to snatch food from wolves from a young age. Those who are afraid of death will not live to adulthood.

Li Jingnan sighed secretly. With Zhao Wumian's martial arts, it would be easy for him to assassinate Black Crow. Why did he show up so openly? If he got himself into trouble here...

When Zhao Wumian heard Heiya's laughter, he looked puzzled and felt that what he said was not funny.

"My head can be exchanged for the life of the Marquis, so come and take it!"

Hei Ya glared with his eyes wide open and shouted at Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian understood why Hei Ya laughed, and he shook his head and laughed.

"No one in this world can replace my life. If there is anyone, it can only be wine..."

Zhao Wumian paused for a moment, thinking that if he continued, he would have to report his wife's name again, so he shook his head slightly and actually smiled.

"It seems that sometimes, having too many wives is not always a good thing."

Seeing Zhao Wumian's relaxed look, Heiya was sweating on his forehead, but he didn't want to boost others' ambitions and destroy his own prestige. He looked at Zhao Wumian for a few times, then smiled and said:
"My Lord, you are a big shot. I see you don't even have a decent weapon. I guess you had to travel light in order to sneak into the camp. The sword champion has no sword, the spear champion has no spear, and the sword champion has no sword. Could it be that my Lord is also a boxing champion?"

Ever since Zhao Wumian killed Queen Wuxiang, in Heiya's heart, he was obviously the master of swords.

“They are lightly equipped, but not without weapons…” Zhao Wumian shook his head, then suddenly glanced at the night sky.

"Wow—"

A loud eagle cry suddenly sounded in the night sky. The Snow Owl, holding the Qingxu Sword in both feet, had already followed Zhao Wumian's scent to the sky above the military camp, and was circling in the night and the falling snow.

Seeing Zhao Wumian being surrounded, he swooped down immediately, leaving a white line in the snow, and raised his claws to throw the Qingxu Sword into the air!

Zhao Wumian spoke softly, emphasizing each word:
"Here comes the sword."

His tone was not harsh, but as soon as the word "come" came out, his hand had already grasped the scabbard, and before anyone could see clearly, the sword had already stabbed out!

Choke!

Everyone saw the Qingxu sword thrown into the air and saw the sword held in Zhao Wumian's hand. But in the blink of an eye, only the scabbard was left in Zhao Wumian's hand, and the hilt was missing.

Then suddenly, Zhao Wumian also disappeared.

But Black Crow saw it clearly.

It was not because of his great martial arts skills, but because the flying sword pierced through the human wall in front of him in the blink of an eye, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at his neck. It seemed that it was about to pierce through him without slowing down, but the hilt of the sword was suddenly grasped by a hand.

Zhao Wumian appeared in front of Hei Ya at a speed faster than the sword, grasping the hilt of the sword. The falling snow and the swaying campfire suddenly became silent, and the scene seemed to be frozen.

At this moment, he saw Zhao Wumian.

Wipe————

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wumian, holding a long sword, suddenly passed by his side. With a flash of cold light, a drop of blood flew in his direction.

puff!

Then the black crow's head soared into the sky.

It was the Hundred-Step Flying Sword that Zhao Wumian had not used for a long time.

Zhao Wumian turned his back to the black crow's corpse, his white clothes spotless. He looked at Li Jingnan and the other heroes in the cage. He didn't care about another soldier who died in his hands. He raised his sword and lightly wiped it. The sword light was colder than the white clothes.

The iron cage and the handcuffs and leg irons on everyone present were all cut off by him cleanly and neatly, as if they were tofu.

He saw that they were all poisoned, probably by something like cartilage incense, so he flicked his fingers and shot out a few pills, which were the detoxification pills that Zi Yi had given him before he left.

Even though it is not an antidote and cannot eradicate the disease, it should not be difficult to restore their strength so that they can escape.

But even so, some people still looked dejected when they looked at the huge crowds of soldiers and the shining weapons around them.

"Even if everyone rides a thousand-mile horse, they can't break out of the encirclement. My Lord, just leave us alone and leave..."

Before the enemy troops got close, archers all around had already drawn their bows and drawn their arrows.

Shhhhhhh———

In the blink of an eye, thousands of arrows pierced through the snow curtain, casting desperate, dense black shadows in the firelight, covering them all.

The Rong people make a living on horseback, and everyone is a natural archer with incredibly good accuracy and strength.

Zhao Wumian glanced sideways, and everyone only saw Zhao Wumian holding the sword with his backhand, and suddenly slashing upwards from bottom to top!
boom!
Clearly the sword was just swung in the air, but a muffled thunder suddenly rang out among the snow.

The majestic energy turned into a pure white airflow that shot up into the sky, but then it rushed forward, making a long groove more than ten feet wide in the compacted land. The wind was raging, and the snowflakes were dancing wildly. Looking from the side, it looked like an avalanche wall falling from the sky, standing upright and approaching the end of the sky!
Boom!

The breath turned into a tangible energy that blew away the arrows suddenly, and also blew away the nearby soldiers, tents, horse barriers, campfires and everything visible to the naked eye.

After this sword passed, the raging snow and wind eased a little, and then he looked at the direction where Zhao Wumian swung the sword. A groove of unknown depth was centered on him, extending directly outside the tent, and even to the snowfield, extending to the end of his sight.

Near the groove, people and horses were falling to the ground in chaos, and it was eerily quiet.

There was no more shouting and killing in my ears.

Hei Ya was right. Indeed, no one among the Rong people present was afraid of death. But who could not be afraid when watching this scene?
They were wondering when the national teacher and the shaman would arrive.

The charm of this sword has long since transcended this mundane world.

This is not a sword from the Jianghu.

Zhao Wumian's expression remained unchanged. Wudamu was seriously injured in Jin and was only one breath away from death, but he was able to escape safely from the 20,000-strong army.

Now that he is in perfect condition, what difficulty can it be?

He glanced at the prisoners around him and said, "No horses, so what?"

Having said that, Guan Yunshu had never let him down. He let out a long sigh, and then the sound of chaotic horse hooves suddenly sounded like thunder out of the blue, and countless horses rushed forward and came in droves.

Guan Yunshu was riding on the lead horse, holding a spear he had picked up at random, the tip of the spear stained with blood, obviously he had also been in a fight.

She ran in the front and shouted at Zhao Wumian.

"Come!"

Zhao Wumian said it lightly with a cracked voice, but how could there be no risk when surrounded by an army of 100,000?
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, it is not the same as cultivating immortals.

The important thing to do is to break out of the encirclement as soon as possible while these Rong people are frightened by Zhao Wumian's sword.

The little nun was already extremely anxious!

But she only looked at Zhao Wumian. Obviously, she didn't care whether the prisoners present died or not.

Zhao Wumian raised his sword and swung it horizontally, and several more Rong people's heads flew into the sky. He laughed loudly, flew behind Guan Yunshu, and rode his horse towards the empty space where he had chopped with his sword.

The people around were all very observant. Seeing this, they didn't even bother to be shocked. They quickly mustered up their strength and jumped onto their horses and went away together.

The grassland is a natural place for breeding horses. There are only a few thousand-mile horses in Dali, but there are quite a few in this military camp, and they run as fast as the wind.

They had never ridden such good horses before, and some of them were almost thrown off the horse. They quickly held the reins tightly and lay on the horse's back to keep their balance.

In a tent, the head of the Cui family in Yanyun heard the noise and walked out quietly, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to retreat, but he was reluctant to leave his belongings behind, so he took his guards and got on the carriage together.

As a result, there was a "swoosh" sound, and a cold light suddenly came from the night. It was a scimitar of a warrior, which immediately pierced his heart and nailed him to the carriage.

Zhao Wumian galloped on his horse and laughed loudly.

"Don't count on Shamantian or Wudamu! I don't know where Wudamu is yet, but Shamantian must be in the east now!"

"Send a message to your shaman."

"I'll kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under his protection, all the arrows shot by the soldiers returned in vain, and with a casual strike of his sword, heads rolled down... He had already led the team out at night.

Suddenly, someone rode up to me on horseback, looking worried.

He had disheveled hair, a dark face, a messy beard, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

He asked softly: "Song Yun...are you okay?"

Zhao Wumian glanced sideways, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then answered truthfully:

"When we first rescued her, she was gray-haired and haggard, but now she looks like a middle-aged woman, and her hair has turned black again."

"Really..." Chou Manjiang whispered to himself, then bowed slightly to Zhao Wumian, "Thank you for saving my life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he spurred his horse back the way he had come. Someone stabbed him with a spear, but he dodged sideways, raised his hand to grab the spear, snatched the spear, and flew down.

Immediately, one could hear the sound of flesh and blood entering the body, and the remains of limbs flew everywhere.

There were too many Rong people, and soon, Chou Manjiang's figure disappeared from their sight. All that was left were densely packed Rong people's armor, flying blood, and white snow in the sky.

Someone was surprised and said: "With the Marquis's martial arts, he can retreat safely without anyone to cover his retreat, why did he..."

Guan Yunshu looked back, frowned slightly, then retracted his gaze and asked softly:
"You won't stop him?"

"He has killed too many people. Why should I stop him? In the past, he killed people in villages all over Jiangnan for martial arts." Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly and said:
"Besides, no one can save a person who is determined to die. He should have died in the capital, but I spared his life because he was useful to me."

"I gave him both lives."

"Now that he wants to die, I will allow him the chance to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed into the snowy plain at the speed of a thousand-mile horse. Looking back, he saw that the army camp was in chaos, but he could hardly hear their shouts and cries of killing...

(End of this chapter)