Yu Wenjue leaped alone, climbing among the mountains and forests that could not be seen at the end. The wind sounded in his ears and blew behind him, as if there was a bottomless abyss behind him, greedily trying to suck everything without a trace. Even though his skills reached a level like him, when he recalled the whole thing last night, he still couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart.

As soon as he left, it was almost twenty miles of mountain road. At this moment, the wind and snow were gradually calming down, and there was no sound behind him. He relaxed his heart, and his feet stepped hard on a cold pine tree, pouring out his strength like venting anger. The thick tree trunk that the two surrounded was actually kicked by him and fell down with a crack, and his leap also stopped abruptly.

Yu Wenjue gasped heavily and stopped slowly. His face became purple and pale. His muscles rolled slightly, as if he was trying his best to endure something. At this moment, his footwork was no longer as easy as when he was confronting Zong Zhengqing just now. Instead, he staggered slightly and had to walk with no steps. He needed to support the trees and rocks. Suddenly, there was a smell of fishy sweetness in his throat. He suddenly bent down and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Mo Zhi...I remember you..."

Yu Wenjue pulled open the tiger and leopard fur, and only touched his clothes, the blood dripped to the ground, and blood marks of varying depths fell on the snow. When he untied his clothes, he saw that the man's muscles were tangled, his skin was almost wheat-colored, and his chest looked like an invincible shield, but it was such a strong shield. At this moment, there was a narrow scratch, deeply imprinting on it. At this moment, the flesh and blood were exposed, and blood was dripping, which was daunting.

"I... have been in the army for hundreds of battles, and I have never been injured like this. Today, a stinky brat's Taoer is backward..."

Yu Wenjue sat down on a huge rock, took out a small bag of oil paper from his waist, and poured out a handful of ginger powder. It turned out that this medicine powder was used by the Beihuan clan to cure wounds. Although it was extremely effective, the medicine power was rapid. Yu Wenjue had been in the north of Mo for many years, and could not get any opponents, and was rarely injured. At this moment, his heart was trembling, and he did not hesitate. He applied all the medicine powder to his chest. The medicine powder dissolved when he saw blood, and when it came to the flesh, it stinged and whispered on his chest. Instantly, it turned into red and yellow pus, bubbling, like oil ignited. Such pain was indescribable. Even Yu Wenjue's mind was so determined that his face turned pale, his teeth were tightly clenched, and his whole body twitched.

"The general doesn't listen to his advice, but he's suffering?"

Yuwen Jue heard someone talking, but his eyes didn't open, he didn't respond, his eyebrows frowned, but he just secretly endured the burning pain in his chest.

The person who spoke slowly walked out of the mountains and forests, but saw that the man was gray-bearded, old-fashioned, and full of ravines. He looked like he was sixty or seventy years old. He wore a black hairband on his head, and the hairband was inlaid with this bear-like beast carved in sterling silver.

"I have said a long time ago that Hanye Valley cannot be easily entered. The situation in the valley is so complicated. The general does not listen to me. Now that he is injured like this, it is inevitable that the wise king will feel distressed."

At this moment, the boiling sound of Yuwen Jue's chest gradually dissipated, and a piece of blood-stained pus dripped on both sides. The scratch on his chest seemed to be welded at high temperature in this moment, leaving only a blurry scar, but it was very vulgar and ugly on his body. He glanced at his eyebrows and eyes, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "As you said, wait for the Xiahou family and Hanye Gu in the northern border to turn against each other for several years? How can I wait for my time? Since you know Hanye Gu as much as you know, you should follow me to advance and retreat."

The old man walked with his hands behind his back, his face full of smiles, and looked around, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "Times have changed, and the road to the valley is still in his mind, but the times are different. When I left the master, I had long become a rebellious within the valley. Now I am rashly coming in, it is too risky. Jian Beiyuan and Leng Can are both unusual. Zong Zhengqing is in his prime. The two you killed last night are all vanguards in the Northern Liwang Army.

The death of the Hanye Valley is an excellent reason, which has caused the two families to rebel. Although we have never seen the forbidden land of Hanye Valley, it would be worthwhile to teach the Xiahou family to rebel with the Meng family. Don’t worry, with Xiahou Yong’s ambition, he will have to have many conflicts with Hanye Valley in the future. Then we sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight. If the northern border is in chaos, our army will be trapped. Wouldn’t it be a waste of time to take advantage of the situation?”

After hearing this, Yu Wenjue looked at the old man in front of him, but saw his eyes closed slightly, and his words were very plain, with almost no emotion. Even a killer like Yu Wenjue could not put the life and death of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians into words. The man in front of him seemed to be careless about the chaos in the north. No matter how the sea was flowing and the war was in full swing, it was just his glance. Yu Wenjue shook his head and smiled: "Mr. Fu, you were at the age of Hanye Valley, and now you can help me break through the pass and go south for your own selfishness. You are really the noble man of my Dahuan."

Mr. Fu could naturally hear his words, but he had been in trouble for decades and had long been no longer concerned about other people's words. He just smiled slightly and said, "With the Khan, even if he dies, he will never complain. Since he is following Dahuan, he will do his best to stop one day."

Yu Wenjue shook his head and then said, "Forget it, have you ever heard of the martial arts masters with the Mo surname in the Central Plains?"

Mr. Fu frowned slightly and thought for a while before saying, "The Central Plains are vast and I am not talented. I have included the famous sects of the Central Plains for King Khan, but I have never heard of famous martial arts schools with the Mo family. Why did the general ask this question?"

After hearing this, Yu Wenjue waved his hand and said, "Just ask casually, it doesn't matter."

Even though he said this, he couldn't help but think of all that night.

It turned out that at night, the silver moon was hanging high, the wind and snow were getting tighter, and the forest was pitch black. The ferocious mountain mandrill beast in front of me was roaring again and using hands and feet. This beast was different from the martial artists. It was all instinctive when it was not following the rules of martial arts. It scratched a hand in the east, arched an elbow to the west, and sometimes swept the iron tail. Yu Wenjue knew that the ferocious beast in front of me was different from ordinary tigers and leopards, mountain mandrills, and was a unique species in the Hanye Valley. He used tigers, wolves, bears and wolves as his friends, and his arms were climbing and fighting fiercely for a while. He was more brave than ordinary foreign masters. He swung his arms horizontally and violently. Every time he blocked, Yu Wenjue was shocked. The mountain mandrills were rising, and he even used his minions. His mandibular body stood up, and his roots were like needles, and he roared and attacked.

"General Yuwen!"

Yu Wenjue was fighting himself, and the ferocious beast was about to pounce on the air. He was in a gap. He wanted to draw his sword to meet the enemy, but suddenly heard Mo Zhi shouting softly behind him. Mo Zhi and Meng Xueqing had already run out of the dense forest, but he suddenly returned. Yu Wenjue felt confused. He didn't know what Mo Zhi was thinking. In this moment, the mountain mandrel rushed back again, and there was a lot of fishy smell behind him. Several wolf roars approached. Yu Wenjue was shocked and roared angrily: "Stupid brat! What have you drawn!"

Mo Zhi pulled Meng Xueqing behind him and smiled, "The general's favorite wolf lamb is here!"

Yu Wenjue's heart sank, and three silver lights flashed in the afterglow. It was the three snow wolf who suddenly entered the forest, stretched out his six claws and took them to his own siege. Yu Wenjue had no time to care about Mo Zhi and Meng Xueqing's traces at this moment. Now he was surrounded by ferocious beasts. Anyone who was half distracted from the mind was afraid that he would immediately turn into a pool of minced meat. He immediately condensed his dantian and roared angrily. This roar was already the condensation of his internal strength in his body. The roar rushed straight into the sky, and even shook the snow in the forests around him. After all, the mountain snow wolf was also a beast clan. He heard his roar seem to be a human, not a beast, not a beast, and they were also each of them. After Yu Wenjue carried his hands, the green bird and yellow dragon blades were unsheathed again.

The divine edge is unsheathed, and the dense forest shines.

The fierce aura of these swords is very powerful, and I don’t know how many lives they killed over the years. As soon as they were unsheathed, they could only hear the sound of low whistling on the sword. Although it was extremely low, it was like a dragon roaring, shaking the four fields. Several ferocious beasts also stopped moving forward. Yuwen Jue yelled heavily. The yellow dragon sword was activated, and a snow wolf, along with its head and shoulders, were all penetrated by a knife. When the remaining wolves saw each other, they became a protective heart and roared and approached again. The mountain mandrel also saw that the two swords in front of him were hard to shake, and he also attacked again. Although it became a siege in an instant, it was still not as easy as before.

Mo Zhi and Meng Xueqing ran out of the dense forest again. At this moment, the wind and snow outside the forest had already covered the sky and the sun, and it was hard to distinguish between them. Although the two were dressed thickly, they were difficult to distinguish between them in the wind and snow for a while. Meng Xueqing shouted: "Brother Mo, how did you know that when Xuelang saw Yuwen Jue, he would abandon us and attack him first?"

Mo Zhi said: "My family once sold animal skins. All wild animal leathers have a strange smell. The more ferocious the animal is, the heavier the smell. Even if it is soaked in potions, it will never be able to get rid of the stench. Even if we can't smell them, jackals and the like must be able to smell them. Compared with us, wild animals are even more common. I had no choice but to gamble. That guy was wearing a tiger and leopard fur. Who would he bite if those snow wolf didn't bite?"

Meng Xueqing was admired in her heart when she heard this, but she didn't care about praising Mo Zhi at this moment. The wind and snow in front of her became more and more crazy. The two had to walk together. Suddenly, a sob roar in the forest and a snow wolf stumbled out of the forest. However, at this moment, the snow wolf's fur was covered with knife wounds. One foot had been cut off, and her belly was already opened by a long knife. At this moment, the blood was pouring down, and the internal organs fell while walking. In the snow, it turned into a red ice crystal like an ice sculpture. After walking a few more steps, it fell into the snow and fell again. It was already dead.

Seeing that the snow wolf died tragically, Mo Zhi couldn't help but say, "Yuwen Jue's two knives are very powerful. The snow wolf in the mountain mandibular must not be able to stop him. If he waits for the beasts to be wiped out, he is afraid that he will catch up with us in a moment."

Meng Xueqing's ears were filled with sharp winds, and she had to shout and respond: "Since that's the case, what strategy does Brother Mo have?"

Mo Zhi smiled and said, "He can kill three wolves, so let's give him a few more snow wolfs to see if he can kill them?"

Meng Xueqing didn't know what he meant, but saw a smile gradually appearing in Mo Zhi's eyes. She ran to the snow wolf's corpse against Fengxue. She didn't care about the dirty and sticky nature. She reached out and grabbed the wolf's heart, wolf's intestines and other internal organs from the snow wolf's belly. She held it in her hand, and it was still warm, and the plasma had not condensed, emitting white air. Meng Xueqing felt nauseous and did not dare to step forward at all.

Mo Zhi quietly ran to the forest. At this time, the three snow wolf had already left, and only one wolf and one mountain mandrill was still fighting. However, the mountain mandrill was bleeding all over and was injured. The neck was cut by a short sword of the green bird. It was impossible to roar again. The last snow wolf was also blinded at this moment, and the white tail was cut off, which was quite serious.

Although Yuwen Jue had the upper hand, he was exhausted by using the power of the human body to force the fight against the ferocious beast with the advantage of the divine tip. At this moment, he supported the ground with both swords, and only breathed heavily, and kept his whole heart in front of him, but he did not notice Mo Zhi walking behind him at all.

Mo Zhi walked quietly and suddenly wiped the snow wolf's internal organs on Yu Wenjue's head. The sticky plasma wrapped around the organs and flowed down the head. Yu Wenjue felt a heat on his head, and then a wave of unspeakable fishy smell came to his nose, and his eyes were covered with blood. He immediately roared: "Stupid brat! What did you do!"

Although his strength was greatly weakened at this moment, his strength was still there after all, and he was very quick to lift the knife. The Qingque Blade was swung the first, but since Mo Zhi approached, he was not prepared. But seeing the Qing Blade passing by, he had already used a move to "Take Return to the Dust" to retreat. However, although he was prepared, he still felt a burst of sharp sword energy and slashed against the bridge of his nose. Mo Zhi said in his heart: "What a good guy, if he had been scratched by this short knife, wouldn't his whole face be picked up by him!"

Yu Wenjue was suddenly covered in blood and fishy smell. Even he himself resisted the desire to retching and caught up with him. But he just got up, but he heard the roar of Xuelang. He smelled such a strong blood energy, which aroused the ferociousness again. He rushed forward regardless of his own injuries.

Yu Wenjue shouted: "A group of beasts dare to come forward and seek death!"

After saying that, the two swords were used together, and no longer cared about swordsmanship. He just slashed hard. The mandrill rushed first, and his neck hit the yellow dragon blade. In an instant, his head rolled down, and blood burst out from his neck. Yu Wenjue was spread all over his body, but the snow wolf did not approach and raised his head and let out a long roar.

Yuwen Jue has seen countless jackals for many years. He knows that jackals are facing powerful enemies. When they are dying, they are raising their heads to roar to recruit their fellow tribes. They quickly swung their swords and cut the snow wolf in half. However, although the swords are gone quickly, the snow wolf roars have already shook the sky. In the dense forest not far away, layers of wolf roars responded. The green light of the wolf's eyes, like beans, gradually lit up. I don't know how many beasts are hidden deep in the dense forest.

Yu Wenjue was furious and turned around and wanted to search for Mo Zhi again. Only then did he realize that Mo Zhi had already run out of the dense forest and disappeared.

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