Li Changan held the Hengyue Sword, listening to the movement around him, and his eyes looked around from time to time.
Nothing unusual.
At this moment, the branches not far away suddenly made a different movement.
Li Changan's breath tightened, and his right hand instantly rested on the handle of the knife.
"Gugu..."
"Papa..."
It is the cry of night birds and the beating of wings.
Feeling slightly relieved, Li Changan slowly lowered his right hand.
However, before the night bird could fly away.
"Crack!"
The clear sound of dead wood branches being trampled was heard.
For a moment, everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
It turned out that when a soldier stood up to stretch his legs, he accidentally stepped on a dead tree branch.
"My fault, my fault..."
The soldier whispered a confession.
"Damn it, can you stop scaring me?"
"Can't you lie down and take your sleep?"
In this environment, everyone's mind is stretched to the limit, and any movement is enough to make people's hearts tremble.
Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention to the outside again.
This mountain forest is pitch black, with dense branches and leaves, and not a single bit of light from the sky can shine through.
Suddenly, a hare ran out of the bushes not far away, causing a loud splashing sound.
"Erma, be careful." Lao Huang shouted.
Li Changan arched his body slightly and put his right hand on the handle of the knife again.
"Old Huang, it should be normal for hares to come out at this time..." Wang Erma also quickly bent down, "Don't scare yourself."
"Scaring the hell out of you." Old Huang pulled out the knife from his waist, "It's true that hares come out to eat at night, but they won't run away like this."
"Something must have scared it."
"Damn it." Lao Huang secretly cursed, "Light the torch!"
"If those bandits really want to take action, they will definitely not let us go. We might as well light up the torches, so that we can at least see something!"
"They can walk in the mountains and forests with their eyes closed. We, the ones with blind eyes, will have no choice but to let them kill at will."
As he spoke, Lao Huang kicked Yang Erbang, "Light the fire, light the fire."
The centurion not far away also listened to Lao Huang's suggestion and ordered people to light the fire.
After a while of fuss,
The fire finally started to burn.
The rising flames opened up a small area of light in the dark mountain forest.
Most people, after seeing the fire burning, their hearts that had been hanging around calmed down a little.
Several soldiers held torches and prepared to light several fires outside the team.
Suddenly, an arrow penetrated the darkness and directly penetrated one of the soldiers holding a torch.
But at this time, it is simply impossible to expect this reserve army without any combat training to be able to obey orders.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, with everyone scurrying around like headless flies.
Then, bunches of torches lit up not far away, and there were hundreds of flames at a glance.
"Run!"
"The bandits are coming!"
Under the swaying firelight and the shadows, who can tell how many bandits there are?
Most people have only one thought in their minds, run!
Stay away from the torches and stay away from the bandits!
Li Changan lowered his body, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, ready to draw the knife at any time.
"Let's go, don't be scattered!"
Lao Huang growled at the five people around him.
Li Changan looked back and saw that under the flickering firelight, in addition to the bandits holding torches, there were more bandits with knives in their hands and they were rushing towards the already dispersed reserve army.
Everything became extremely chaotic.
Even if the centurion wanted to gather the soldiers, he was powerless.
Wanting them to fight against enemies several times their size is nothing more than a daydream.
We can only try our best to lead the team to escape in a direction where there is no fire light.
The bandits behind him were pursuing me very quickly.
Sure enough, as Lao Huang said, those guys are so familiar with this place that they can probably walk in the forest with their eyes closed.
The bandits holding torches were actually slower.
More bandits pulled out their knives, like a pack of wild wolves, biting the tail of the reserve army.
The screams kept ringing out, breaking the silence in the forest.
The scout team that had been staying behind was also dispersed.
"Old Huang, don't worry about me. Take Big Xu and Xiao Xu first, and I'll break up the rear." Li Changan pulled out the Hengyue Sword and slowed down his pace.
The eighth-grade bandit Qing Yishui, with his peak eighth-grade combat power, is enough to protect himself.
The eighth to seventh level of martial arts is a big hurdle.
The seventh-level Kaiyuan realm can open up many acupuncture points, and the strength will be improved by leaps and bounds.
However, most of these bandits have crude skills and few martial arts resources. After reaching the eighth level, their cultivation basically stagnated.
If you want to step into the seventh level, you can only rely on legendary opportunities.
Li Changan turned around and rushed towards the bandit. The long and straight blade of the sword flashed across the bandit, cutting the bandit in half with his sword.
Blood sprayed out, and the body fell to the ground with a thud.
How can the Hengyue Sword, a top-grade treasure weapon, be resisted by ordinary soldiers and mortal bodies?
After hacking one person to death, Li Changan changed direction and plunged into the dark forest.
"He's a bitch, he's got a tough idea, a few more people should go kill him!"
Li Changan beheaded a man neatly, which immediately made the bandits' hearts skip a beat.
A dozen bandits looked at each other and rushed into the dense forest.
No matter how strong that person is, he is only an eighth-grade person. Is it possible that he can still defeat one against ten?
If you really have this strength, what kind of reserve army can you use?
There was a firelight swaying behind him, and the sound of hurried footsteps followed him like a shadow.
Li Changan glanced back and quickened his pace again.
After he was far away from the large army, Li Changan stopped on the branch of a big tree, waiting for the bandits to approach.
One of the eleven bandits held a torch, and the other ten quickly surrounded Li Changan.
"Cut off his limbs and bring them to Wangfeng Cliff to behead him together." The bandit holding the torch shouted in a low voice.
The ten bandits raised their swords and attacked without hesitation, without any nonsense.
He's just an eighth-level martial artist. He may still be a threat when one-on-one, but now against ten, he's not meat on the chopping board?
However, the ten bandits approaching Li Changan within a three-foot radius suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies, and then their feet slipped.
"Qiang!"
At this moment, Li Changan drew his sword.
When the ten heads rolled to the ground, only ten breaths had passed.
"Wen... Wenfa!?"
"You are a scribe!"
The bandit holding the torch tightened his throat and widened his eyes in disbelief.
A scribe who was able to practice grammar without using writing instruments, and also had such amazing martial arts strength.
How could such a perverted being with both civil and military skills mix with the vulgar reserve army?
In the darkness, Li Changan moved like a dragon, drawing an arc on the ground like a ghost. With the light of his sword, he passed by the bandit's neck.
Killed these bandits.
Li Changan took a few deep breaths and quickly poured two drops of wood spirit liquid into his mouth.
The battle just now seemed devastating, but in fact it was extremely draining.
He killed eleven bandits in ten breaths, and all of them were at the eighth level.
Even an ordinary seventh-grade early stage person cannot do it.
And although his attack power is still at the peak of the eighth level, he is a civil and military practitioner, and he also has the Hengyue Sword in his hand.
When there is enough martial arts energy, killing an ordinary eighth-grade fighter is no different from a seventh-grade fighter.
"Cultivation in both civil and martial arts does have a lot of benefits, and it is much more than just a martial artist."
"It's a pity that the cultivation level of Literary Dao is only at the early stage of the eighth level. It is simply impossible to reach the seventh level before entering the battlefield of Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles."
The grammar of an eighth-grade scribe can only affect a distance of three feet in radius.
So he just waited for the ten bandits to approach before using Grammar.
But if you are promoted to the seventh level, the power will be improved in one aspect, and more importantly, the casting distance will be increased to an astonishing thirty feet.
Li Changan didn't even need to draw his sword to resolve the battle.
It seems to be just a simple distance increase, but it is much more than what it seems on the surface.
The scope of grammar will be expanded, the combination of grammar and martial arts will be more flexible, and the means of attack will also undergo earth-shaking changes.
It's a pity,
There is still hope for raising the martial arts cultivation level to the seventh level, but there is no hope for the literary cultivation level.
After simple repairs, Li Changan put on the bandit's clothes, put the Hengyue knife back into the Xumi treasure bag, picked up the bandit's long knife, and sneaked into the darkness quietly.