Even if there were millions of people, I would go forward.
This kind of heroic spirit was what Morin had yearned for when he was young and ignorant. After understanding the situation of his Mo family bloodline, he had thrown this kind of heroism far beyond the clouds. But he had still become an assassin. What he truly yearned for was the hot-bloodedness and heroism of killing a person every ten steps. So he had brought his life closer to this kind of atmosphere.
But the problem of his bloodline was still there. Even though the heroism that his heart yearned for was close at hand, it was still far beyond Morin's reach. The assassin One Sword Verdant could walk the world with only a bamboo stick. Everywhere he went, people would talk about his danger and terror. But what about Morin? He could only hide in the most inconspicuous place forever. Only when no one paid attention to him would he have the chance to strike.
In the world of assassins, One Sword Verdant was the real heresy. In the eyes of his seniors, Morin's actions and style would be praised as the new waves of the Yangtze River surpass the old.
But this did not make Morin proud, because he had no interest in this line of work. He felt that he would never have the chance to experience the scenery that he hoped to experience in this lifetime. He had never thought that there would be a day when he would stand up straight in the face of so many fiendish enemies.
He felt some regret. He was finally going to be bold, but why was he doing it in this cold and desolate place? All around him were youths in rags who didn't know shit.
"Take good care of Lu Ping." After throwing these words at the youths, Morin walked forward. He immediately won the respect of all the youths.
"Big Brother!" They had called Lu Ping that before, and now they called Morin the same way. "Big Brother" seemed to be a form of address that they admired, and they would not use it exclusively for anyone.
"Big Brother, hurry up!" Morin reluctantly turned his head and called out "Big Brother". Lu Ping was resting with his eyes closed. He seemed to hear his urging and nodded slightly.
The enemies had come so quickly.
The four on the northeast side were like the wind sweeping across the snowy plains. Their speed was extremely fast, and it seemed that they would be the first wave to enter the attack range.
There were six people coming from the northwest direction, but each of them had their own rhythm. Two of them had strong footsteps, and were probably strengthening-type practitioners. The other four were temporarily unknown.
There were the most people charging from the north, and they were also the most disciplined. This was a style that the academies would never have. Even the respective xiuzhe organizations of the three empires would find it hard to train their xiuzhe so strictly. This was usually a technique that only low-level cultivators who served in the army would have. But of the people rushing towards him, the weakest one was probably at least at the Three Spirits Connected, right?
In addition, there was a considerable number of enemies who did not rush over directly. They spread out as much as possible, obviously wanting to surround them so that none of them could escape.
However, this was not the scariest part. The biggest threat was the two figures that flew down from the iceberg. They were the first to move, and everyone else's actions were actually following them.
But … I don't believe that the two of you will lead the charge into the formation.
Morin observed the other's deployment. In reality, he rarely had this kind of experience. Usually, he would hide in a certain angle and observe his targets. Now that he was facing his opponents, the information came quickly and completely. This was somewhat satisfying. This allowed him to quickly make a judgment: these two were fast and fierce, but this was just a pretense, a signal to their subordinates, and not really coming to be the vanguard.
So Morin turned slightly, facing the northeast side. That was where he predicted the first four people would arrive. They would also not be the main attackers, and should be probing first. So if they were given a troublesome situation, the opponent might have to adjust their strategy. Wasn't that how they fought for time?
Having made up his mind, Morin acted decisively. Even though he did not have a Power Soul, his footsteps gradually sped up, and he slowly used Travel with the Wind. His speed was not as fast as the other four, and he was not as imposing as them. But it was this unhurried and leisurely stroll that was especially different in this situation, and immediately attracted everyone's attention. The two menacing figures in the air immediately hesitated.
"Who is that?" Nie Rang glanced at Yu Ji.
"It can't be Lu Ping, right?" Yu Ji only cared about this point. In terms of appearance and build, this person did not resemble Lu Ping, but in the world of xiuzhe, this was not the only standard to determine a person's identity. The only thing that was truly difficult to change was the power of a xiuzhe's soul, but Lu Ping's soul was suppressed by the Soul Locking Seal. He would have to spend a lot of effort to use it, but if others wanted to sense his soul, they would not have the ability to pass through this seal.
So this person … …
Nie Rang and Yu Ji reflexively turned to look at the ice mountain. Lin Baiying was still standing there, but she did not give any new instructions.
The two did not dare to act rashly, but the four xiuzhe in the northeast were about to meet Morin in the blink of an eye. Nie Rang and Yu Ji both stared in that direction, waiting for their four subordinates to scout out the situation first. They hadn't expected Mo Lin to be the one to make the first move in this kind of situation that could break out at any moment.
"Stop, don't move." Morin waved his hand and pointed. The four thought that he was going to use some special ability, and hurriedly rushed to the side. In the end, no soul power was produced. Even the words that Morin shouted did not add any soul power. In this vast snowy plain, it was almost louder than the sound of the wind. If it was not for the xiuzhe's extraordinary hearing, this shout would not have reached their ears.
"What did he say?" The four heard it clearly, but some did not dare to believe what they had heard.
"It seems to be telling us not to move."
"Who is this person?"
"Who knows."
The four of them spoke disapprovingly, but their feet couldn't help but slow down, and then they all looked at their leaders. In the end, they discovered that Nie Rang and Yu Ji had already slowly descended from midair, and were also looking at them.
"I don't really like killing people. So, I hope you will not force me to act. "Morin began his performance. His tone was not as arrogant as many experts. His words revealed a sense of exhaustion and boredom. But this kind of emotion did not match the face of a young man who was not even twenty years old. Even if he had been frozen in the bitter cold, this natural wind and frost was only a physical attack. The "wind and frost" of weather-beaten was through the heart. In the end, they were two different things.
"Little brat, did your parents teach you to speak like this?" The four opposite him laughed, their words full of disapproval. But in their hearts, they were very vigilant. If age could represent everything, they would have already hammered Lu Ping to death. Why would they need to carefully chase him all the way here?
The four slowly spread out, surrounding Morin. Morin stood in the middle, his face calm, but his heart was happy. The enemy's attention was on him. They only surrounded Lu Ping and the youths, but did not begin to attack. This was enough. What he wanted was time. As long as he could buy time for Lu Ping to recover, would it be a problem to surround him or not?
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