Dong!

Dongdong ~

It's not like knocking on the door, it's more like smashing the door!

The wooden door blew a few times before breaking!

A young general wearing red armor plunged into the yard with rain. Everyone looked at the soldier's armor, which was not red armor, but it was clearly his black armor stained with blood!

In the heavy rain, the smell of blood was suddenly shattered.

Everyone's faces tightened.

As the swords and swords were ringing, Yun Qian'er exclaimed: "Stop, this is Li Hua, Brother Li!"

"What? Li Hua!"

Everyone else changed drastically.

This Li Hua is the adopted son of the Yun family. The reason why they know the route of prison is because of this person's information.

Could it be exposed?

"Brother Li Hua, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Qian'er's expression changed drastically:

"How is my father?"

"puff!"

In the mud, Li Hua spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Run, run, they are chasing you, chase you!"

"Brother Li!"

The two of them stepped forward and helped Li Hua up.

Yan Xiake stood under the eaves, looking into the night, with heavy rain and night shrouded in the darkness. Even he could not see anything, but the long sword around his waist was buzzing and shaking, as if he felt something.

A group of people were messing around.

At the kitchen door, Sa Wuling leaned against the door frame and looked at Yan Xiake with a look of surprise: "This big black man is actually a sword cultivator?"

He had looked at this ugly man with black face before, but he didn't care too much.

After all, the sword cultivators are all flying swords. I have never heard of any sword cultivator who can use swords like martial artists.

If a sword cultivator moves his mind, he will take the head of a hundred steps. How can he fight with the sword cultivator?

However, unexpectedly, this ugly man with black face not only received the talisman, but also a sword cultivator!

"Sword Cultivator."

Inside the room, An Qisheng held a teacup, his eyes flashed slightly, digesting the gains.

The heavenly book obtained by Yan Xiake is called "The Story of Ten Thousand Swords". It belongs to the last of the five levels of martial arts, techniques, scriptures, scriptures and Taoism, and is actually the most common inheritance.

Logically speaking, achieving the natal realm is already the limit, and Yan Xiake's achievements in the original trajectory are far more than the natal realm.

Obviously, if there were no more adventures in the future.

It was he who raised the level of the Ten Thousand Sword Art.

No matter which possibility is, a casual cultivator can achieve such a achievement, undoubtedly a person with great luck.

Step by step ~~~

After a moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves outside the charity village.

A team of soldiers wearing black armor urged the horse to come.

"Black Flag Soldier!"

Yan Xiake's eyes condensed, and as he stepped on his steps, the long sword rose up, and the cold sword light swayed across the sky like a tide.

Collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse ~~~

Then, a continuous rain of arrows broke through the air, colliding with the sword light raised by Yan Xiake, making a continuous sound of gold and jade.

Strong bow shooting!

I didn’t say a word of nonsense, and I didn’t care whether there were other people, whether they would kill them by chance. They just shot them with a strong bow!

Naked cold and tough!

"Breaking the magic arrow?!"

Sa Wuling's scalp was numb, and he immediately retracted into the kitchen, hiding in front of the white bone demon standing behind the door panel.

The magic arrow, as the name suggests, is an arrow that can break through the magic power field of a practitioner.

However, only the Tianyi Cult can do this kind of arrow, and the casual army is not qualified to use it at all. Where did the elites come from?

Swallowing ~~~

Waves of arrow rain broke through the air, and the sound of heavy rain could not be concealed.

Even though this group of people had great martial arts, and Yan Xiake was blocking most of the arrows shot from the front, someone was still injured, and screamed and hid under the coffin in a mess.

At this time, I didn’t think the coffin was gloomy or afraid.

The rain of arrows washed the ground, wave after wave. Soon, everyone in the courtyard hid, but in the rain before the main gate, Yan Xiake waved his sword, within three feet of his body, not to mention an arrow, even a drop of water could not invade.

Step by step ~

Finally, in the heavy rain at night, the sound of horse hooves came from far to near and charged forward.

Very fast.

It seems that it is necessary to hit the entire charity house in a desperate situation!

Elite!

Definitely the elite black flag!

Yan Xiake's face darkened.

The Great Qing Dynasty had the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners in white, black, red, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Apart from the purple flags protecting the royal city, the other soldiers were not as good as the elite.

From the rain of arrows to the charge, it was a decisive mess.

Such elite soldiers are actually used to escort prisoners. Could it be that Lord Yun has treason?

Yan Xiake's heart was shocked. When she recalled what An Qisheng said before, she felt like she had been fooled.

"Hao!"

With a lot of thoughts in his heart, Yan Xiake knocked away the magic arrow hidden in the rain of arrows and shouted suddenly:

"Who is the visitor of Yanxiake in a certain family?!"

If he encounters this situation on weekdays, he will definitely rush forward and eliminate the threat first.

But when he thought of An Qisheng's words, he forced himself to resist the desire to rush.

Bang!

The sound waves mixed with magical fluctuations exploded, dispersing the heavy rain in front of them and spreading out. For a moment, even the flashing thunder was not covered.

Huh ~

The night wind blew through heavy rain.

The black-armored cavalry stopped in the rain instantly, just like the forest and still as motionless as a mountain. Yan Xiake's eyelids twitched.

"Yan Xiake? We seem to have heard of such a name. Ten years ago, Qingyan Mansion produced a top scholar in civil and military affairs. Later, he was mourning for his parents for three years and became the headmaster. Is that person you?"

A pale and brocade-wearing old eunuch in a cavalry line slowly walked out of the cavalry line.

The old eunuch paced in the rain, but his whole body was dry and refreshing. No rain could enter his place within three feet. It was like an invisible air cover that existed all the time, and even his boots were not stained with mud.

"Brother Xiake, is the top scholar in civil and military affairs?"

Yun Qian'er, hiding under the coffin, had her eyes wide open, a little incredible.

If such a burly and majestic man with a beard passed the top scorer in martial arts exam, she would understand it, but how could a top scorer in literary talent be able to be?

Not to mention anything else, just this face can't pass the palace examination.

How could you become an official if you are ugly?

It's a slight view...

"Master!"

Yan Xiake's pupils shrank, and then he drank for a long time and replied:

"If there is no second Yan Xiake, then it will be me!"

"I'm a good kid, but unfortunately I've been delayed and I've become what I am today."

The old eunuch's slightly hoarse voice sounded again, and the heavy rain did not block his voice at all:

"You are a talented person. Our family doesn't want to kill you. Let's go. You can't protect the people inside!"
To be continued...