(Chapter 4.)
Sweet Potato, who was standing outside the palace gate, had her clothes fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were wet and red, and her fingers were like hooks.
She seemed to have turned into a demon.
Even when her aunt died, she wasn't like this.
A middle-aged man carrying a familiar book box appeared out of nowhere and shook his head at her.
Sweet Potato's clothes gradually stopped moving.
On the battlefield, everyone saw the man in red smile and then said, "Don't worry, I didn't kill all 500 Jinwu Guards. I only killed 200 cavalry. After killing Mao Rou, the 300 cavalry ran away. "
Just by killing two hundred cavalrymen.
Inside the carriage, Mao Rui's old heart was about to burst. The five hundred Jinwu Guards outside the city were the blood, sweat, and tears of the Mao Family for several generations. After Mao Rou took control of the army, she stood her ground against the objections of the masses and decided that the light cavalry should be heavy cavalry. The calculations, sacrifices, and price involved in this decision were not something that could be explained in a few words. You, who had suffered a thousand cuts, told this old man that you killed two hundred cavalry?! Mao Rui jumped out of the carriage and ran to hug his daughter's head in front of everyone. He didn't care about his face and sat on the ground and cried. Although Mao Rou was still a step away from the second level master realm, everyone knew that it was a hundred times harder for a woman to reach the second level than a man. However, as long as one stepped into the second level threshold, the speed at which one climbed up the martial path was often shocking. Moreover, Mao Rou was the backbone of the Mao Family for the next 30 years. Her death was no less painful than losing 200 cavalry, or even more painful. A family, if they wanted to continue their good fortune, they still had to rely on one or two children who could stand up and support the family. How could Mao Rui, who had to send off his children, not be heartbroken?
During this time, there were a few strange and playful looks from people like Lu Wu who knew the dirty inside story of Dunhuang. Mao Rui was addicted to sex and didn't care about sex. He was mocked as a fish in a book about sex. Mao Rou was over 30 years old and still hadn't married. It seemed like the father and daughter were having an affair. However, after the teasing, Lu Wu and Tao Yong tacitly looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes. The anger of an ordinary man wasn't worth mentioning. However, when this martial artist was close to the first level, no one could underestimate him. Why did the Beimang Jia Family spare no effort to hire and support these people? Wasn't it because they wanted to intimidate the weak and subdue the enemy without fighting? For a lunatic like this who was willing to fight against five hundred cavalrymen for a woman, Lu Wu believed that he would be willing to give away both his wife and concubines! As long as that blood-stained young man took a liking to them.
Those Wulin uncultured people who were attracted by gold and silver were already scared out of their wits. They couldn't be compared to those clans who had formed a group and wandered the Jianghu alone. If they died, they would die in vain. No one would collect their bodies. Their weapons, banknotes, and secret manuals would all be plundered. This time they entered the city to fight for riches and honor under the premise that victory was in the bag, not to be a sacrificial lamb and throw away their lives. For a moment, the seventy to eighty people who were left after fighting with the Jin Wu Guards became restless, thinking of retreating. Some people who were friends with each other were on guard against unfamiliar faces. They began to whisper to each other, calculating the pros and cons.
Lu Wu had the demeanor of a great general. He urged his horse to rush out and asked, "Who are you?"
Hsu Fengnian only looked at the old man who was howling in grief and said flatly, "Your name is Mao Rui. I know you."
The fierce bow-bearing general Tao Yong suddenly shouted, "Careful!"
At the same time, he nocked his bow and shot an arrow toward Mao Rui's head under everyone's watchful eyes. Some sharp-eyed bystanders thought that Tao Yong had lost his mind or wanted to hit someone while they were down.
Little did they know that the arrow collided with something and produced a clanging sound.
However, Mao Rui's head still swung back and one of his eyeballs exploded into a small ball of blood.
Mao Rui let go of the woman's head and covered his eyes. His screams became more and more mournful.
Tao Yong, whose eyes were red, gnashed his teeth and reminded in a deep voice, "This child can control two swords!"
Hsu Fengnian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He extended a finger and twirled it. Two swords flew around his finger like butterflies. He asked, "I'll stab him again. If you can't stop me this time, it'll be your turn next time."
Tao Yong said nothing and neatly put away his iron bow.
Hsu Fengnian easily drove his sword through Mao Rui's palm and pierced his other eyeball. He smiled and said, "Is my woman beautiful? It's a pity you won't be able to see it. "
He was clearly smiling, but looking at his blood-soaked red clothes and that distorted handsome face, it really made people tremble in fear.
Hsu Fengnian was not in a hurry to kill Mao Rui. He returned his Spring Thunder to its scabbard and asked, "Who dares to fight with me?! Even if it's a group fight, I'll fight all of you alone! "
This was not a joke that could make people laugh.
This young man, who was originally regarded as a subordinate of the palace, was covered in blood and exuded a monstrous evil aura.
There was also that almost invincible sword qi and blade intent.
At this moment, countless ambitious and ruthless people of the older generation sighed with emotion. This was how a child should be!
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