Chapter 901 Chapter 900 Nine Hundred Commemoration

Chapter 901 900. Nine hundredth chapter commemoration

In Jingshan, the sun was shining brightly at this time. We should have taken advantage of the sun to travel, but there were few people on the road.

Due to the invasion of Wuman, the roads around Jingshan Mountain have been blocked. The remote roads may be missed by Wuman who are not familiar with the terrain.

But Wu Man would not miss this obvious road.

However, on the road where almost no one passed by now, there was a white horse galloping.

The coat color is pure white without a trace of mottled color, and the size is also huge, far larger than an ordinary war horse.

In Mo Cheng's words, this war horse captured from Baolian is on the same level as Rao's Black King. Rather than being a horse, it is better to say that it is a long war horse. Shape of a tank.

According to what Mo Cheng learned from the Great Witch Festival, this horse was the king of horses in their tribe that was born after ten generations of cultivation. It was extremely precious, and it was not even intended to be used by warriors outside the tribe.

It's a pity that Baolian died in Mo Cheng's hands, and the Horse King became Mo Cheng's trophy. After the Great Witch Festival led the tribe to try to surrender, it became even more impossible to take the Horse King back.

The speed of the war horse under his crotch was extraordinary, and the speed of the sprint made the sound behind. When Mo Cheng turned on the halo blessing, the speed of the war horse had reached Mach 20...

This is no longer running too fast, but flying too low.

At the same time, Mo Cheng could also feel that this was not the maximum speed of the war horse. This white horse had considerable spirituality. It knew that charging at full speed in this non-plain area would easily hit the mountain.

As they galloped along, they could already see several groups of Wuman soldiers setting up checkpoints on the roadside. Once the horses were released on the road, for most of the horses, it was an obstacle that had to be avoided or stopped, otherwise they would run into it. Nothing would be left but a pool of indistinguishable human and horse flesh.

But Mo Cheng was different. He leaned down slightly, and the speed of the white horse increased by one point out of thin air. When he was close to the horse, he jumped lightly and passed the seemingly unshakable obstacle.

The Wuman warriors wanted to continue to block him, but how could they catch up with the carefully trained horse king? Even when they took a step forward and tried to track him, they found that the parts on his body were falling off piece by piece.

Mo Cheng's sword had cut the body into several pieces before they realized they were dead.

After overcoming the obstacle, Mo Cheng slowed down. He had entered the Jingling area. The overall quantity and quality of the Wuman here were much stronger than the group left in Baigu City.

This time the Wuman or Jueming Mountain Range's goal is most likely to swallow up the entire Jingling Prefecture.

"Trouble, the whole Jingling State is so big, where is the leader of [Nanli Dao Domain] trapped?"

The city lord of Baigu City only knew that the leader of the [Nanli Dao Domain] was trapped in Jingling Prefecture, but he did not know more specific information.

Mo Cheng looked at the mountain road irritably, silently letting go of his senses to sense the places where a large number of witch barbarians gathered. At the same time, he also paid attention to places where there were other life reactions besides witch barbarians.

Soon, Mo Cheng walked out of the mountainous area. He knew that his luck was not that good. He met his target as soon as he entered Jinling Prefecture.

Mo Cheng was not very willing to scan a map to find a target, but his feeling kept reminding him that it was an indescribable feeling, which made Mo Cheng very concerned about this matter.

He knew clearly that this was his intuition telling him that there was something very important here in Jingling Prefecture, maybe it was about the task of escorting Shen Xueqi to the [Nanli Dao Domain], or maybe it was the [regional main task].

Mo Cheng was willing to trust his intuition.

After leaving the mountainous area, Mo Cheng quickly sensed a place and immediately rode there.

Soon, a group of people appeared in front of him, seemingly ordinary people from the surrounding city.

Behind this group of common people was a group of Wuman cavalry who were chasing them.

How can a group of weak common people outrun the cavalry on war horses?

When a Wuman Cavalry had caught up with the nearest old man and raised the knife in his hand, a spear pierced him from an unknown angle and passed directly through his chest.

Mo Cheng swung his spear and threw the cavalry's body to the ground. Without holding back, he directly hit the horse and charged towards the Wuman cavalry.

The charge of the white horse brings the momentum of thousands of troops, and the blood-striped spear in Mo Cheng's hand is like a tiger roaring, and every shot has a sound of breaking through the air, like a roar of a beast.

And with every roar, a Wuman cavalry fell off his horse and died. Before they fell off their horses, they had already suffered fatal injuries and died.

There were only about a hundred cavalrymen, and there were also 500 infantry soldiers behind them. Mo Cheng did not hold back, and his spear swept across like a sickle, harvesting the lives of the Wuman one after another.

"It's a pity that I didn't bring any soldiers or horses with me, otherwise I could cut off the heads and make them a Jingguan."

I don't know if it's because he has been leading troops for a long time, but Mo Cheng has an indescribable admiration for Jingguan, or if it's his own problem.

"Why do you always want to engage in Jingguan? It's obvious that Feng Langju Xu has a higher style..."

Shaking his head, he threw away the idea of ​​​​Liu Jingguan that popped up in his head from time to time. Neither time nor manpower was enough to support Mo Cheng's idea.

After killing all the pursuing Wuman, Mo Cheng searched several people who looked like leaders and officers, but did not find any valuable clues.

At this time, the old man who had been overtaken and almost killed before walked tremblingly to Mo Cheng, bowed and said: "Thank you, general, for saving your life..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Cheng interrupted directly, "There's no need to say any more polite words. Run away while there are no Wuman troops around. I can save you for a while, but I can't save you for the rest of my life. I'll give you a try next time." You might not be so lucky.”

The old man shook his head, but did not listen to Mo Cheng's words and left directly. "Old man, I have realized my fate. Even if I die, it is nothing. It's just that the general seems to be looking for something. There may be something I can do to help."

"Looking for someone, the person in charge of [Nanli Dao Domain] seems to be trapped by Wu Man. I don't know the specific location."

Mo Cheng did not hide it and directly stated his purpose. For him who had no clue at all, any local knew more than him.

The old man lowered his head and thought for a moment, "When I was escaping, I passed by a place where many witch barbarians gathered. When they found out about us, they didn't send anyone to chase us. Instead, they surrounded the place. I don't know what happened. Not the place the general is looking for.”

An uncertain clue, but better than no clue at all.

"Where?"

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