Hsu Fengnian did not answer this question. Instead, he smiled and said, "Do you have anything that can be exchanged for your life? For example, the movements of Dong Zhuo and Liu Gui's armies? Or do you have any news about the orphans of Yelu Da Tong? Or else, you can talk about the two large camps of heavy cavalry in Beimang. "
The corners of her mouth twitched. She did not hide her sarcasm at all.
Hsu Fengnian's thumb gently pushed the knife out of its sheath.
At this moment, a rider galloped over. On the back of the horse was a young rider whose face was covered in blood. He even had an extra horse with him. Looking at his attire and accessories, it was neither fish nor fowl. He had the armor and saber of the Liu centurion, as well as the unique short saber of Black Fox Lange. On his back was a huge bow with carved feathers. It was likely that this rider had made a fortune from the dead. Princess Hongyan turned her head to look at the rider who had just survived a disaster. Her eyes were full of disdain and hatred. She did not need to think to know that this was a traitor. On the Beimang grasslands, this kind of man had the lightest bones. The young rider who had relied on horsemanship and archery to enter the personal cavalry of the Liu general stopped his horse and panted heavily. He also looked at the woman with the mink hair covering her forehead. Previously, in the army camp, he had only seen her a few times from a distance. At that time, one of the Generals had respectfully led her and her entourage to the general's tent. He did not even dare to think that he would be able to talk to this kind of rich and noble woman in his lifetime. As for the disdain in her eyes at this moment, this young man who had indeed defected couldn't help but lower his eyelids. However, he quickly raised his head. He did not look at the woman who made people feel ashamed of their inferiority. Instead, he looked at the slender back of the swordsman.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The previous scene was still vivid in his mind.
Including him, the three hundred riders began to retreat and flee. This swordsman of similar age had cast sand flying swords out of thin air. When he turned around, he saw with his own eyes that the swords had pierced through the backs of his fellow soldiers. Occasionally, a knight would use his scimitar to shatter the flying swords, but he could not stop the second flying sword from piercing through his chest.
A comrade was pierced through his shoulder by a flying sword and fell off his horse. His entire body was nailed into the sand. While the man was chasing after the comrade, he casually stretched out his hand and pressed down. The injured comrade who was struggling for his life a few feet away sank into the ground, stirring up a cloud of yellow sand. Then, he disappeared without a sound.
After one of the Black Fox Lanzi fell off his horse, his entire chest was pierced by a flying sword. He staggered as he charged towards this person, but this person brushed past him. The Black Fox Lanzi's legs left the ground, and his head seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. He leaned back and fell heavily to the ground.
A centurion of the personal guards of the Liu Army was lying on the ground, barely breathing.
That person used the cold blade in his hand, which had yet to be unsheathed, to knock lightly on his head. Just like that, his entire head exploded.
When that person got closer and closer to him, as if possessed, he no longer urged his horse to run wildly. Instead, he turned his horse around and blocked the path. However, he did not go to his death. Instead, he waited for death. He did not know what he was doing. He only watched as that person continuously controlled the flying sword to kill people. If there was someone next to him who had not yet breathed their last, he would use the cold blade in his scabbard or a newly forged flying sword to finish them off expressionlessly.
At that moment, in the eyes of this little pawn who was in a state of death, the entire sky was like a swarm of flying swords. Then, these flying swords wove together into a vast net.
There were six or seven Black Fox Lanzi who were fighting like trapped beasts. They passed by the dazed pawn, roaring as they charged towards that person. Then, both the riders and their horses were carried into the sky by the flying swords with astonishing penetrative power. In the end, they fell to the ground together.
In his eyes, for a few moments, he seemed to see that person breathing in and out.
One breath was as fine as a drop of water. One breath was like a gently trembling lotus leaf. One breath was like a whale swallowing heaven and earth.
For some reason, that person brushed past him, but did not kill him.
When he was the only one left alive among the three hundred riders, that person appeared by his side. Using fluent Beimang language, he ordered him to pick any armor, swords, and arrows he wanted. Then, he asked him to bring an extra warhorse and leave with him.
Probably because he felt that he had already died once, the young rider at that time had forgotten his fear. After returning from the gates of hell, he still had the mood to pick up those good items that he had long been envious of. He changed into a good horse, put on armor, equipped himself with a war blade, and carried a large bow on his back. Not a single item was left behind. The young man even changed into a new pair of sturdy leather boots for himself.
The wind swept up the yellow sand. The only ones left alive were these three people and two horses.
Princess Hong Yan looked at Hsu Fengnian. She pointed at the young rider and said through gritted teeth, "You killed him!"
Hsu Fengnian used a gaze that looked like he was sizing up a madman. He looked mischievously at this most noble woman of the imperial family in the desert. "He's worth much more than you."
Hsu Fengnian continued, "He won't die. But I'll give you one last chance. As long as you can take out something 'valuable' enough to buy your life, I'll promise not to kill you. "
Princess Hong Yan screamed crazily, "Kill him! This kind of person doesn't deserve to be a Beimang man! "
Hsu Fengnian raised his arm and made a cold gesture of chopping at the young rider.
The rider steadied his breathing and began to charge forward with his blade without hesitation.
Princess Hong Yan was completely dumbfounded.
She could allow herself to die at the hands of the King of Beiliang.
But she would never allow herself, a princess of Beimang, the only daughter of the Yuchan Province's provincial magistrate, who was deeply doted on by the Empress, to die under the blade of a grassland traitor!
Moreover, this nameless coward was so despicable!
She smiled bitterly and looked at Hsu Fengnian with hatred. Then, she quickly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it toward her own heart.
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