Reborn Black Lotus can read minds

At this time, Xiao Xingyun's blade and the sword were separated by a very small angle, and the sword passed by like lightning, breaking through the intersection of the two swords. It was not a rampage, but a slow and silent cut. , just like his words, they steal people's souls without anyone noticing.

The two thin blades were like cutting into a piece of tofu, lifting the hanging sword lightly, and then suddenly accelerated, holding the sword like a full moon, moving the whole body with one move, one of the sharp swords was split into two halves, and with just one strike , surrounded by the water sword formation, which was tight and airtight, he managed to make a hole in it.

The Twelve Gods of Death suddenly frowned.

Although he only has one sword, before he draws the sword, he must have extremely sharp vision to find the one ten thousandth of an entry point that can penetrate among dozens of sharp swords; when he draws the sword, he must hit the fly's left wing accurately. Only when he went down without damaging his right wing could he separate the sword formation they were guarding tightly against; after he drew the sword, his strength must not be cut off at any moment before he could muster enough strength to push away the monster-like tentacles of the sword formation.

Xiao Xingyun pushed aside the heavy swords, grabbed Saman's collar and jumped out. As soon as he got out of trouble, the densely packed sword shadows shrank into a ball and shredded the ground where he had just landed. Xiao Xingyun jumped out of the room like an eagle, barely dodging every sword outside the array. The sharp sword rose and fell twice, escaping the sword formation.

Facing the carriage that Shen Yuan was riding on, he climbed on it after only a few moments of swaying.

He grabbed Sa Man, who was so frightened that his seven souls had already lost six of his souls, and he leisurely got into the carriage. He narrowed his long eyes and spoke loudly to the twelve killing gods below who were jumping in anger: "Within two hours, if you guys Dare to make any move

Towards, Saman's head immediately fell to the ground. "

He moved closer to Sa Man, with a faint smile in his words.

"Living people are not reliable things. Dead people are always trustworthy. You should know how to cooperate with me."

Saman's inner defenses completely collapsed. His face turned pale and he shouted at the Twelve Gods of Killing: "Whoever dares to move will have their entire family confiscated as soon as I return to camp!"

The Twelve Killing Gods had never suffered such humiliation before. Their roaring roars of incompetence echoed throughout the venue, shattering all the sacrifices.

Maybe the Twelve Gods of Killing no longer recognize him, but he, Xiao Xingyun, is unforgettable to them.

Fifteen years ago, he narrowly escaped from their formation with the help of his grandfather. He had a nightmare for almost three years. Every time he heard the word "sword", he would tremble all over, his heart would choke, and he would spit out blood.

At first, Xiao Xingyun came to Duan Jinjin and told him that he wanted to break the sword formation. Duan Jinjin didn't even think about it and said bluntly: "Poor qualifications, poor kung fu, and love to death are not allowed."

How could Xiao Xingyun be convinced? For three years, he came to Duan Jinjin endlessly for advice. Duan Jinjin was a neat old man who couldn't stand the hassle, so I simply gave him a try. When the sharp swords appeared in his eyes, the nightmare he had finally forgotten seemed to reappear. He swung the sword convulsively, and was so frightened that his little body was almost cut off at the waist, and his head and neck were almost decapitated alive.

Duan Jinjin couldn't bear to see such a handsome young man being cut into a pile of minced meat, so he kindly took him out.

Even so, he came to him every day to practice with thrilling blood marks on his body. The cold winter months, strong winds, rain, and scorching heat could not hinder his determination.

After he gets used to it a little bit, Duan

The more progress you make, the more swords you have. How did the Twelve Gods of Killing know that Xiao Xingyun could escape easily among thousands of sharp swords?

To him, these dozens of broken swords were just a joke.

......

"Protect the General!"

Xiao Xingyun and Shen Yuan took Sa Man hostage and left. Ye Jin and Feng Ling came from both sides with two groups of people to surround the Twelve Killing Gods. The soldiers were holding swords and wearing ink armor, and they were extremely majestic.

The Twelve Gods of Killing got Saman's order and really didn't dare to move at all.

The people of Taoxian County were stunned in place as they watched today's scene. They couldn't tell whether they were scared or happy. They felt their spines stiffen for the first time.

It had been so long that they had almost forgotten what it felt like to straighten their spines. Cooperating with the Huns and fighting against their own people was a scar on the hearts of all the people of Taoxian County. They did not dare to forget for a moment that they were bleeding from the Central Plains.

At this moment, they were closer to a living person than ever.

Ye Jin's demeanor was resolute and natural, calm and calm, and he had the demeanor of a general who had experienced hundreds of battles and was not afraid of danger. He ordered: "Detain all these Huns!"

Yang Xian stepped forward and knelt at Ye Jin's feet: "Commander Ye, what are you going to do?"

"Detain the Huns who entered the country rashly." Ye Jin did not lower his head.

Yang Xian's face turned pale.

After so many years as Saman, entering Taoxian County has become like entering their own territory. Yang Xian has long forgotten the law that the Huns are not allowed to enter.

He stepped back with trembling legs, surprised and happy, and his emotions were so complicated that he couldn't finish writing for several pages.

Feng Ling led a group of people and began to evacuate the people of Taoxian County. A Ying got the power of Feng Ling.

With a look in his eyes, he quickly led a small team to line up under the tribute platform, urging the people to go to the city.

Wind Chime began to distribute tasks in an orderly manner, ensuring that everyone knew what they were going to do.

Ye Jin escorted the Twelve Gods of Killing to the city.

He glanced at Feng Ling uneasily, and Feng Ling frowned.

......

Under Sa Man's guidance, Xiao Xingyun and Shen Yuan arrived at Arkan, the palace in Longcheng, as if they were in a deserted place.

The Arkan Palace is very different from the palaces in the Central Plains. First of all, the first impression is that it is not so luxurious and grand, but it looks like several large houses in Kyoto connected into a very wide area.

The houses are connected to each other, and there are portals between the houses. The main entrance of the palace faces south and is connected to the largest house in the south.

The tiles arranged vertically and horizontally were filled with characters that Shen Yuan could not understand.

Entering the main hall, Saman broke free from Xiao Xingyun's restraints, tensed his body and pointed at him angrily, pretending to be calm.

"We Huns are all within a radius of ten miles. You can't escape today, and those who know how to do it will be captured without restraint!" Saman roared loudly, then turned to Huyanmo who was sitting on the high pavilion and had not yet figured out the situation, and said in the Xiongnu language: " Your Majesty, this is the boss of the new imperial army from Taoxian County. He was tricked into coming to you by a little trick. Next, he will be killed or hacked..."

Xiao Xingyun didn't want to get entangled with these people too much. He looked at Sa Man, frowned and said, "Go away."

Anyway, his target is Huyanmo. Now that he has seen him, Saman has no use value.

Huyanmo probably understood a little bit and shouted in Hun language: "Come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge voice suddenly sounded, Private Three

Thousands of people gathered around from all directions, shouting in unison with astonishing force. Birds flapped their wings and rumbles continued. More than a dozen doors of the heavy main hall were opened, and soldiers in full military uniforms rushed in with cold expressions.

Xiao Xingyun looked at the people in front of him with a headache, glanced sideways, and said to Shen Yuan, "You handle these people."