The heavy rain was raging in the city, and the misty breath continued. Zhuo Huangting drew out his long sword, which was a good sharp weapon. It was still shining with cold light in the rain. He felt that he might have miscalculated this time.

This endless detective came in full force, and murderous aura filled the air, covering the breath of rain. This murderous aura was a very strange thing. It was not traceable but could make people feel it. It was not the oppression of a powerful warrior, but a simple force of nature.

These hundreds of constables were all murderous. This artificial natural pressure made these disciples of Canglan Sword Sect feel a kind of depression. As this momentum became stronger and stronger, their faces gradually turned pale and they felt a little difficult to breathe. This is the horror of the well-trained troops.

For example, during the national war, unless you are a great master, even a great practitioner of the Heavenly Destiny Realm will not affect the direction of a battle situation, because the battle formation formed by a well-trained army is comparable to the power of nature of heaven and earth. If there are hundreds of thousands of troops, even when facing ordinary masters, you may be able to defeat the master in one charge. This has nothing to do with strength or not, but the general trend.

Now, hundreds of trained Xingtian Mansion constables are coming in a formation. Although each of the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect is a master, if it is normal, any of them can fight dozens of constables alone, not to mention a warrior like Zhuo Huangting, who is at the peak of the secular realm.

However, the real situation was completely different. Facing these constables, six other people except Zhuo Huangting and Fei Yun were even defeated in their courage to fight. Their first reaction was to escape, but they were surrounded everywhere.

Fei Yun took off his saliva, looked at Zhuo Huangting, and said nervously: "Senior Brother, what should I do?"

After all, warriors who grew up under the protection of the master's sect have ever faced this kind of scene? As disciples of Canglan Sword Sect, they are highly respected in the world. Even if they encounter tough guys in the world, they will sell their face to the master's sect and kill the people of the court. They have not done anything. Most of the time, they just find a way out, and even in some small places, they dare not care if they kill them.

Zhuo Huangting's eyes were cold. He looked at the constable surrounding him and felt very angry. These people were basically just ordinary people, occasionally a little warrior, and they were not masters. He had never looked at such people in his daily life. These people dared to surround him now, and they were still murderous.

If there were only twenty or thirty people, he would not consider it and directly killed it. But now, he could clearly feel the extraordinaryness of these people. He really didn't dare to fight hard. Even he was a little scared, and he didn't consider these junior brothers and sisters anymore.

"Dear constables of Xingtian Mansion, I am Zhuo Huangting, a disciple of Canglan Sword Sect. My family master is a great practitioner of the Heavenly Realm who is known as the Yellow River Yiqi Sword. There are so many misunderstandings about this matter. Please come out..."

At this time, Zhuo Huangting had to move out of Canglan Sword Sect. However, things were completely different from what he imagined. A roar came out on Yu Street: "Arrow ready, let it go!"

There was no chance for these disciples of Canglan Sword Sect. Nearly a hundred archers rushed out, and more than a hundred feather arrows broke through the rain curtain and shot towards the restaurant. An arrow shot out, and in an instant, the second round of arrows shot out again.

This sudden murderous intent caught several disciples of Canglan Sword Sect by surprise. Fortunately, Zhuo Huangting reacted quickly. A sharp sword light cut through the rain curtain, illuminating the layers of rain curtains extremely clearly, and rolling all the dense feather arrows in.

"kill!"

Zhuo Huangting stepped in the water and woke up the confused junior brothers and sisters with a loud shout. Then he took off the hat on his head and threw it hard, smashed several constables, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and the muscles on his wrists and forearms were extremely tense, which led to the sharp long sword turning quickly, as if it turned into a shield, shaking the dense arrows away.

A crisp sound of broken sound began to sound in the rain. Dozens of arrows were forcibly cut off or blocked by swords and flew out everywhere, but without exception, all of them were blocked. However, hundreds of arrows suddenly seemed like rain. Even if Zhuo Huangting's sword technique was perfect, it would not be possible to block a round for a while.

"Squeeze"

A sound of breaking through the ** sound rang out, and a feather arrow penetrated Zhuo Huangting's thigh and penetrated directly. Zhuo Huangting's thigh softened, and he half knelt on the ground, shouting at Fei Yun who was blocking the feather arrow next to him: "Fei Yun, take your junior brothers to the side, I'll stop them!"

As soon as Zhuo Huangting finished speaking, he broke the feather arrows inserted in his legs with force, then limped into the long street, walked through the feather arrows, and rushed towards the detectives quickly.

Fei Yun split the feather arrow in front of him with a sword and shouted: "Senior brother, let's die together!"

"The ghost is just dead with you. Get out of here quickly and take your junior brothers and the others away. Otherwise, I will be a ghost and pull you to hell. Hurry up, it doesn't matter whether you die or not, don't harm some junior brothers!"

Zhuo Huangting gritted his teeth and shouted. The ground was dragged with long blood, which was dyed red in the water on the ground, but he still endured the pain and stopped all the constables. This was his responsibility. As a senior brother, his main task was to protect these junior brothers and sisters this time when he went down the mountain.

"Attack!"

A chief constable shouted sternly.

With this order, the constables who had fired the second round of feather arrows quickly walked back and quickly replaced the arrows. Another pair of constables rushed towards Zhuo Huangting with their long swords silently.

"kill!"

Zhuo Huangting stepped in the water, shouted loudly, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at a constable with an irresistible force, instantly slashed one constable, then poked out the sword with his backhand, stabbed another constable's stomach, quickly pulled it out, and slashed it horizontally with a sword.

The sword technique of Canglan Sword Sect mainly takes two routes, one is fast and the other is majestic. Both kinds of sword techniques have their own uniqueness, no good or bad. Zhuo Huangting chose to be fast, fighting back and forth among dozens of constables rushing over, and dragging these constables one by one.

"Shoot the arrow!"

Zhuo Huangting dragged the constable, but these constables also dragged Zhuo Huangting. With the command of the chief constable, another round of feather arrows shot towards the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect who were running away from the side.

Just one round of feather arrow shot down two disciples of Canglan Sword Sect in an instant, and one of them was injured.

Looking at the feather arrows coming quickly, Fei Yun pushed the two junior brothers away with force, flipped his wrists, and the sword edge turned into a white light, cutting off several feather arrows with great accuracy. Then the sword light suddenly disappeared, rushed towards the alley next to it, and then took the lead in running into the house.
Chapter completed!