From a distance of about six hundred meters, huge crossbow arrows were fired one after another, and dozens of them were shot in succession.

However, although these crossbow arrows were powerful, they were too bulky in Xu Chuan's opinion. He could easily dodge them with just a few simple steps.

In a short moment, he stepped within 300 meters of the opponent.

At this time, in the dense forest behind the tens of thousands of elite troops, five thousand sharpshooters suddenly stood out. Under the orders of eight scattered men, they drew their bows and started shooting.

These five thousand sharpshooters are Yan Xiaoyi's personal guard camp.

And those eight people are also well-known in Kyoto. They are the eight generals under the second prince, the four generals "Gan, Liu, Fan and Xie" and the four great gentlemen "He, Zhang, Xu and Cao".

Thinking about it, the second prince planned to use these eight people to take control of Yan Xiaoyi's 'legacy'. Some kind of deal was reached secretly, and Li Yunrui did not refuse.

Five thousand arrows were fired at once, and the scene was terrifying.

Arrows like a rainstorm came, covering the sky and the sun, and everything they saw was sharp.

But the seemingly seamless arrow rain is actually layered and ordered, because the five thousand arrows were not shot at the same time, but in batches and regularly.

After all, Xu Chuan's target is too small. If five thousand arrows were aimed at one person at the same time, they would probably miss each other and shoot down each other.

If the five thousand magic archers can really concentrate the power of five thousand arrows at one point, even if most of the archers are at the third or fourth level, they will be able to erupt at least thousands or even tens of thousands of tons of terrifying power in one shot.

Even a great master must avoid his sharp edge.

But this is obviously impossible, so the scene of five thousand archers firing in volley seems terrifying, but the number of arrows that can attack Xu Chuan at the same time is extremely limited.

Moreover, among these five thousand people, there were no ninth-grade shooters, or even eighth-grade shooters. Xu Chuan could easily stop the arrows even without using his true energy.

Therefore, he just relied on his eyesight, perception, footwork and swordsmanship to block, dodge or avoid this extremely terrifying wave of arrows step by step.

After finding the right rhythm, the next few waves of arrow rain were easily passed.

Xu Chuan stepped within a hundred meters of the army without much effort.

Qin Ye was not surprised by this. The biggest use of archers was to consume and contain them.

For the strong, the threat is not great without the leadership of a sharpshooter with a strength of level seven or above.

Being able to consume the opponent's physical strength and vitality has already played a great role.

After approaching a certain distance, the infantry and cavalry are the real main forces.

However, he didn't know that Xu Chuan was not exhausted at all at this moment. The actions just now made him more energetic, as if he had done a simple warm-up exercise.

At an order, the cavalry rushed out from three sides.

More than a thousand cavalrymen crisscrossed each other, like a mighty black torrent, rushing in with cold murderous intent.

By leveraging the power of the horse, the spear in the hand becomes extremely powerful, and its lethality can be said to be extremely terrifying.

Under the charge, the force of one spear can probably penetrate several layers of iron armor.

Xu Chuan could clearly see that these cavalrymen spread out during the charge and moved in a special formation. In a short moment, he had to face almost continuous heavy blows from spears from all directions and on both sides.

Suspending its momentum, the Luoxia Sword drew a brilliant arc of light, instantly cutting the four cavalrymen closest to him into two pieces with their spears.

The blood surged into the sky, and the fishy smell spread instantly.

In the army, Qin Ye's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this scene, and he whispered: "What a sharp weapon."

At this moment, the blood on Xu Chuan's sword had not yet slipped off, and subsequent attacks followed one after another.

It turns out that even if he kills four cavalry, there will be subsequent cavalry on top. As long as within this formation, attacks will continue, forming a perfect cycle.

In Qin Ye's estimation, an ordinary ninth-level warrior would only need to pay the price of more than a hundred cavalry to kill them. Even a ninth-level warrior could barely kill eight or nine hundred cavalry, which was already the limit.

However, Xu Chuan is a freak.

The rays of the Luoxia Sword emerged one after another, and the brilliant rays of light shone endlessly with the color of blood.

Every time the sword light flashed, several cavalrymen fell down. After a quarter of an hour, more and more cavalrymen fell down.

More and more flesh and blood accumulated at Xu Chuan's feet, and the originally clean white clothes on his body turned into blood again.

In the distance, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu were shocked as they looked at Xu Chuan, who had been standing firm surrounded by thousands of cavalry.

From the beginning to now, the speed and strength of Xu Chuan's swords have almost remained unchanged, as if his physical strength and energy are endless.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu thought to themselves that if they had been put in Xu Chuan's position, they would have been surrounded and killed by now.

Qin Ye didn't show any emotion at this moment. He firmly believed that everyone has his limits.

Today's lineup can kill all the great masters, let alone a mere ninth grade one?

However, seeing that there were fewer and fewer cavalrymen, the remaining cavalrymen gradually became afraid of Xu Chuan, and the charge weakened, and his face still looked a lot ugly.

Another half hour passed, and out of the more than a thousand cavalrymen not long ago, only a dozen or so were left.

There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, large areas of the land were dyed red, and the blood almost formed a river.

Xu Chuan was dressed in blood, like a Shura from hell. He held his sword quietly and looked at the last dozen cavalrymen indifferently, seemingly unaware of everything around him.

At this moment, the faces of these more than ten cavalrymen were full of fear. They were also human beings, so they were naturally afraid of death. However, since their comrades were always there, they could suppress this fear deep in their hearts.

But when all his colleagues died, this fear could no longer be suppressed.

The most important thing is that if another charge is launched, even a fool knows that the only way out is death.

No one can survive even a second under that red sword that is so sharp and powerful that it is unlike any human being.

However, Qin Ye did not order a retreat, so they had only one way to go.

Looking at each other, they suppressed the extreme fear in their hearts and roared loudly, seeming to vent all the fear in their hearts.

Then he held the spear in his hand and launched the last charge in his life.

With death in mind, the momentum of the charge became a little stronger.

The coldness in Xu Chuan's eyes dimmed slightly. The military order was like a mountain. This discipline was enough for him to appreciate, but the enemy was the target of the weapon, and the only choice was to kill the enemy.

However, he was willing to give these people respect in their last moments of life.

Pointing their fingers together into a sword, they gently caressed the Luoxia Sword body. The long-unused true energy surged out like a raging fire. On the blade, the fierce sword intention slowly awakened.

With one sword shot, he passed by the dozen or so knights in an instant.

A line of blood appeared on the necks of all the cavalrymen. The horses carried them for a long time before falling off their horses stiffly one by one.
Chapter completed!