In the twilight, the purple aura soared into the sky.

Zhao Zhengli's purple sword, which was tied to the right side of the saddle, suddenly unsheathed uncontrollably and fell steadily into the hands of the white-robed figure. The sound of the sword was deafening.

In the distance, true energy rises, Buddha seals fill the sky, and the murderous atmosphere of more than a thousand people fills the night.

"kill!"

Hundreds of armored soldiers in Zhijun Mansion were waiting in formation, their morale condensed into a virtual long sword in the night sky, hanging in the void.

The soldiers of the local magistrate's office belong to the Xiang army, not as good as the frontier army and the imperial army, but above the militia. They are orderly, but not rigorous. They are more than adequate for ordinary people, but they are naturally weak when encountering the shortcomings of top-notch people.

The soldiers led by Wang Feng had good morale in formation, but it was not enough. Therefore, the sword of morale was illusory, and it was obviously not as good as the frontier troops who had been fighting for years and the outstanding imperial army.

So a second preparation was made, with hundreds of soldiers each equipped with special bows and crossbows.

The bow is an ox-horn bow, which is based on a wooden body. The horns are the wings and the tendon is the bowstring. It has a range of hundreds or even thousands of miles. Logically speaking, this bow is far beyond the scope of the Xiang army. It is rarely owned by the border troops and is specially supplied to the imperial army.

The crossbow is a large bed crossbow, one of the sharpest swords in the Qin Dynasty. It has a team of four people. The crossbow arrows are three meters long and have a range of several thousand meters.

Although there are only a few dozen of them, they are beyond the ordinary configuration of the frontier army, and they are not the weapons matched by the local Xiang army. It is obvious that someone is secretly helping the Wang family and his son.

"kill!"

The morale of hundreds of soldiers is gradually increasing, and their bows and crossbows are fully loaded.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Arrows flew across the night sky, like locusts crossing the border, covering the sky and making a unique sound of breaking through the sky in the dark night.

"Buzz!"

Yuan Chaoyang raised his sword with one hand, and the vast zhenqi gathered like a tide. Accompanied by the buzzing sound of the sword, the rhythm of the purple sword was intertwined.

Wearing a white robe, he stood on the carriage step with a sword in one hand, facing the rain of arrows from the sky without fear.

"Wow!"

He raised his sword with his hands behind his back, and his white robe made a hunting sound, which was driven by the majestic true energy he exuded.

"Hoo ho ho!"

The air seemed to become viscous in an instant, and like a dense rain, bows and arrows were frozen in the void by invisible force from a foot away, forming a suspended barrier like a hedgehog.

At this moment, Zhao Zhengli and others seemed to have entered another dimension, as if time was imprisoned at this moment.

"Puff puff puff!"

Yuan Chaoyang, who was standing on the step of the carriage, held the sword on his back with his right hand. With a wave of his left sleeve, the rain of crossbows and arrows frozen in the void exploded like bubbles.

The morale of hundreds of soldiers dropped sharply, and the sword of morale became so dim that it was almost wiped out.

Yuan Chaoyang then showed the purple sword on his back, his eyes sharp and cold.

Around the purple sword in his hand, you can vaguely see black and white evolving all things, which is the way of yin and yang that Yuan Chaoyang understands.

The figure was unusually majestic and majestic, with the air of a man in charge.

"Boom!"

There was muffled thunder rolling above the purple sword that evolved all things, and the avenue began to gradually reject the power of transcendence.

The white robe made a sound, and the purple sword in his hand was ready. Yuan Chaoyang raised his eyes and looked at the dark crowd in front of him, and whispered: "I can kill the immortal with one sword!"

"bass!"

He raised his sword from bottom to top with one arm, and the purple light cut through the long night and struck directly at more than a thousand people in front of him.

The sword light doubled rapidly, one foot...two feet...four feet, and it had the potential to break the sky.

For the first time, Zhao Zhengli had admiration for no reason. Is he still the crooked senior brother who secretly reads health books and repeatedly violates the iron law of the mountain?

In the distance; the killing energy, the terrifying Buddha's palm, and the sword of morale spread in all directions.

Du Qiao, the elder of the Du family, led the charge with more than a hundred people. All of them were monks from the Jianghu and were fierce gangsters in the green forest. They were as agile as a cheetah.

The octogenarian Zen Master Juekong of Northern Shaolin, the master Liaojue in yellow monk robes from Dengfeng Temple, and the old monk Huicong in exquisite cassocks, the three of them worked together to deliver a Buddhist "Prajna Palm" to resist Yuan Chaoyang's annihilation

The sword of the world.

The northern Shaolin monks used their own methods to closely follow the Du family and assist them.

Hundreds of soldiers led by Wang Feng of the Zhijun Mansion formed a formation with great morale to assist the three old monks from Northern Shaolin in attacking from a distance.

The three forces cooperated closely, and the sword of morale rose sharply, and was released simultaneously with the Prajna Palm of the three northern Shaolin monks.

"Crack!"

In the dark night, a white lightsaber and a giant palm endowed with Buddha light met a purple sky with rolling thunder.

"Boom!"

Three different attributes collided in an instant, and the night was like day. The Buddha's palm and the lightsaber paused for a moment, then collapsed in a moment, like broken light raining down into the night sky.

Zi Mang fell into an overwhelming force of hundreds of charging troops wielding swords and sticks.

"Puff puff puff!"

At that moment, people were like ants, lives were like grass, and there were hundreds of gangsters in the rivers, lakes, and green forests. In the eyes of ordinary people, the monks who were so superior could not die out of fear and despair.

The terrifying coercion and vitality of the avenue caused them to die suddenly on the spot, blooming like "blood flowers" in the dark night.

"ah……"

When the first person reacted, there were no corpses left around him, the smelly blood mist filled the sky, and everything in his eyes was red.

In the blink of an eye, only one or two tenths of the hundreds of charging Jianghu Ke and Northern Shaolin monks were left.

Du Qiao, the elder of the Du family, who was dressed in a black Confucian shirt, was stunned on the spot with blood all over his body. Just before he led the charge and saw Zi Mang falling, he tried his best to avoid it and saved his life. He was completely terrified for the rest of his life.

He seemed to have a new definition of "strong". He had never experienced anything like this in the nearly ten years since he entered the Grand Master realm.

Not far away, the three northern Shaolin monks and hundreds of soldiers were completely powerless and had no time to use the second move to stop them.

Northern Shaolin Juekong woke up. The three Huicong monks were shocked for a moment and then came to their senses. The three of them stepped towards Du Qiao in a void. After all, they had the numerical advantage. No matter how Yuan Chaoyang went against heaven, he would not step into the legend.

In the terrestrial fairyland, how many times can a sword like this be wielded?

As long as Yuan Chaoyang is exhausted, the rest of the people can take care of the two women at the Grand Master level, and Zhao Zhengli, who has fallen into the Little Grand Master level, can't they be easily captured?

As for Yuan Chaoyang's old friend who doesn't know martial arts, completely ignore it.

After thinking about this, everyone's morale gradually increased again. Four great masters, led by Zen Master Juekong, took the lead in attacking the white-robed Yuan Chaoyang.

The Dengzhou Post Road was full of murderous intent, and hundreds of people headed by four great masters rushed in at high speed.

One sedan, two riders, three horses and five people did not panic at all. The white-robed young man picked up the purple sword and stood on the back of the horse, and the four people behind him also tensed up and prepared for the blood.

Yuan Chaoyang's spine was straight, and he looked sideways at Zhao Zhengli, who was holding the reins of the horse tightly: "Boy, have you ever heard of the story of the head master who laid a solid foundation through battle and broke the mirror in the battle?"

Zhao Zhengli, in a plain shirt, said in confusion, "I don't remember!"

His white robe shook: "It's okay if you don't remember, I'm afraid you will follow suit."

"..."

While Zhao Zhengli was scratching his head, Yuan Chaoyang pulled Yang Guifen up from the carport and greeted the overwhelming crowd of hundreds of people: "Remember, your life is important, and only if you have your life can you make good progress."

"Bang bang!"

Yuan Chaoyang held on to Yang Guifen in a glazed blue dress with one hand, and faced the four great masters with the other. There was no sign of falling behind, which really made the four of them feel humiliated and humiliated.

Hundreds of people below arrived immediately. Li Zhan drew his sword and Yu Xiaowei held his sword. They immediately protected Zhao Zhengli and fought.

"Qiang Qiang"

The swords collided and sparks flew everywhere. Although Zhao Zhengli was nervous, he was not timid at all and drew out the spare scimitar hanging on the horse's back to fight back.

Although his level has dropped to that of a minor master, his moves and skills have been deeply ingrained into his muscle memory, and he can barely defeat green forest bandits and ordinary monks.

Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei were besieged by Wang Feng and several master-level monks. The isolated young man in plain clothes was finally unable to defeat the four hands with his fists. After several encounters, they were covered with bruises and retreated bleeding.

Not far away, Yu Xiaowei was so flustered when she saw this that she also took two sticks from the monk. Her pretty face turned red and she spat out a mouthful of liver blood. Fortunately, she took the opportunity to come to Zhao Zhengli's side.

The two of them fought back to back against the enemy in a fight and siege. The master and the little master fought until they went crazy, their eyes were red from the killing, the monk fell to the ground, the bandits were bloody, and the armored soldiers died in pieces.

However, it seemed that hundreds of people could not be killed and beheaded completely, and the three of them were exhausted until they were exhausted.

The reason is that there is a disparity in combat power between the three of them. Only Li Zhanyi from Emei is the main force, Yu Xiaowei, who is newly promoted to the Grandmaster level, is not good at fighting, and Zhao Zhengli, who was once feasible, has also fallen below the Grandmaster level. Hundreds of people faced by the three are all.

He is not an ordinary person, and he is a one-sided figure when taken alone.

In short, the situation of the three of them is worrying.

The night was surprisingly long and difficult.

The Dengzhou Post Road is covered with blood and mist, and you can see it from a distance; the five great masters in the void are fighting like gods, their swords and swords are full of energy throughout the long night, the space is distorted, and the laws of the avenue are endless. The land they hit is like a thunder explosion, leaving no grass growing and the mountains and rocks shattered.

With such a commotion, there is naturally no shortage of good people watching the fun. Except for those who happen to pass by and stand to look at it from a distance, there are very few people who actually hear the sound and come over.

They are all afraid of harming the fish in the pond.

In the distance, Zhao Zhengli and Yu Xiaowei were killed and scattered, and Li Zhanyi was also entangled by dozens of people, including two middle-level grandmasters who could rival her.

The three of them were all isolated. Among the crowd, Wang Feng carried a double-eared halberd and came straight towards Zhao Zhengli. He defeated each one of them with his own hand.
To be continued...