This very tender-faced woman in green shirt looks like a beautiful little village girl who strayed into a forest valley.
However, no village girl in the world would stray into the Lost Forest and appear so quietly in front of this hidden army.
It was only at the first moment that Song Xuku realized where he had seen the portrait of this tender-faced woman and who she really was.
Before he could react, a bit of cold air had already surged from his heart and filled his whole body.
There was wind passing through the forest, like a ghost whimpering, and a flying sword exuding a real chill, like an attack from the sky, pierced General Song Xuku directly!
There was a soft "chi" sound.
Like scratching a piece of wet paper, a valet who reacted first, with several scars on his face, stood in front of the sword. He swung his sword to strike the flying sword, but the sword flow suddenly accelerated.
With his shining blade passing by, it accurately cut under his helmet and severed the main artery in his neck.
"when!"
Song Xuku drew his sword and drew it. The tip of the sword hit the flying sword that continued to attack him. The killing intent and chill emanating from the flying sword made him unable to issue any military orders at all, but there was a man beside him.
A lieutenant general who also knew who this tender-faced woman was still decisively replaced him and issued the order: "Fire the arrow!"
The buzzing sound of countless bow strings and the unique sound of the arrow tail feathers breaking away from the bow string instantly filled the entire valley.
This tender-faced woman with a serious face is naturally Nangong Weiyang, who even Gu Xinyin praised as a true genius.
When these sounds filled the valley, she just made the simplest move and shrank behind a nearby big tree.
“Duh duh duh….”
Amidst the sound of arrows that were so intense that it made your teeth itch, the big tree was filled with densely packed black arrows, and countless broken bark and wood chips flew away.
Nangong Weiyang did not show up again from behind the big tree, but her flying sword still shuttled rapidly around Song Xuku's body. The moment the arrow fell, it flew up from the ground and cut open.
He blocked the throat of a valet standing behind Song Xuku.
…
The valley hidden among countless towering trees was still far away from the thatched cottage near the forest where Lin Xi and others were. However, the moment countless arrows pierced the air, the three teachers of the college and Lin Xi were still keenly aware of it.
Perceived.
"You guys stop here and I'll go see what's going on."
Li Wu, who had been silent until now, immediately let out a low shout, and his whole body was like a black shadow disappearing quickly in the sun, disappearing sharply in the forest, heading towards the direction of the sound.
"How did Teacher Li do this?" Lin Xi looked at the place where Li Wu disappeared and saw that at such a rapid speed, there was not even a sound of breaking through the air. He couldn't help but think in his heart.
It is true that these lecturers and professors in the college are not existences that ordinary practitioners in the world can understand. After saying this, he felt that Tang Yuren and Lan Qifeng might not understand what he meant, so he added, "I
I mean...how could he castrate so quickly without making any sound?"
"Any ability of a practitioner that is different from ordinary people comes from the skill of using soul power." Tang Yuren glanced at Lin Xi and said: "A certain degree of soul power release can always make him feel like he is wrapped in a layer of fluffy feathers.
Generally...of course it also takes a lot of time to train to do this."
"Students are taught." Lin Xi thanked him respectfully. Looking at the direction where the sound of countless arrows piercing the air could be faintly heard, he thought for a while and said no more. He sat down and closed his eyes and began to try to meditate to replenish some soul power to prepare for the coming meeting.
Fierce fighting can come.
Seeing this scene, Lan Qifeng and Tang Yuren's eyes flashed with wonder again.
…
Behind Song Xuku, a valet fell down with blood spurting from his throat.
However, the four attendants came on the bench with extraordinary determination. Dozens of heavily armored sergeants holding thick shields ran over quickly. A few steps away from Song Xuku, they squatted down and formed an iron circle with their bodies and shields.
The wall protected the area several feet below Song Xuku.
After the deputy general gave the order to fire the arrow on Song Xuku's behalf, he didn't hesitate at all. He stretched out two fingers, then made a fist and swung it down with all his strength.
"attack!"
Several school captains shouted loudly at the same time, and a light-armored army of 500 people quickly came out of the formation, rushing towards Nangong Weiyang like a flood.
The Biluo Border Army was the army that knew how to fight best in the entire Yunqin. Even when they encountered the presence of a Saint Master, they still showed no panic and launched a counterattack on the spot.
Everyone knows that these sergeants wearing light green armor, like the previous arrows, cannot pose any threat to the Holy Master at all. However, they can at least distract some of the Holy Master's energy and at least consume some soul power.
In the eyes of these iron-blooded soldiers who often fight with practitioners, even every sword light will cut a sergeant's throat and take away a sergeant's life... Using the life of a sergeant to consume the soul of the Holy Master's sword
The effort is worth it.
After all, the Holy Master's flying sword consumes a lot of soul power every time it flies in the air, and now Nangong Weiyang is less than two hundred steps away from them.
At such a distance, everyone in the army led by Song Xuku was full of confidence to kill Nangong Weiyang. As for whether he would die or his companions beside him would die, they were forced to do so.
It's something that has come out of my mind and I don't think about it at all at the moment. It is precisely because many Biluo troops, from generals to lower-ranking sergeants, have such iron-blooded and strong will, so the Biluo frontier army has made many achievements in the past ten years.
There are more practitioners than any other frontier army.
"puff!"
At the moment when the lieutenant waved his fist vigorously and ordered the light-armored troops closest to Nangong Weiyang's position to attack at full speed, Nangong Weiyang's sword light cut through his body.
He avoided being hit in his neck and head, but the sword light slid down his shoulder. The arm he had just made a fist to give the command was broken at the shoulder level. The power of the flying sword seemed to be stronger than the one he had just stabbed.
The strength of the two close practitioners was even stronger. The cold breath penetrated into his body, causing half of his body to lose consciousness for a moment. There was no trace of blood flowing out from the wound on his shoulder.
Song Xuku held the slender calyx sword in his hand, and only Nangong Weiyang's flying sword was in his eyes.
Five hundred light-armored sergeants rushed forward at full speed, but at this moment, there was another terrifying sound of bowstrings trembling in the forest.
This sound caused the pupils of Song Xuku and several generals to shrink sharply in an instant.
Because this sound did not come from their army!
Densely packed black arrows shot out from the forest behind Nangong Weiyang with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, covering the entire lightly armored army approaching Nangong Weiyang.
Countless broken black arrows and blood formed a wave of black and red, splashing in the forest.
Yunqin's sophisticated standard arrows also exerted terrifying lethality in this breath. At least half of the lightly armored sergeants were pierced by the arrows in weak parts such as their faces, and fell heavily to the ground.
However, the strange thing is that these arrows seem to carry a unique desert dust. At the moment they fall, many extremely fine yellow sands also vibrate in the sky.
"retreat!"
At the moment when the yellow sand was shaking and flying, Song Xuku understood that he was facing Nanshan Mu's rebel army, and a fierce voice came out of his mouth.
Nangong Weiyang's flying sword did not fly to his side while he was distracted, but instantly flew into the archer army who was also at the forefront.
Waves of blood kept shooting into the air, just like dozens of people holding buckets and pouring hot blood into the sky. At this moment, Nangong Weiyang did not cherish the soul power accumulated in her body.
Under the depletion of her soul power, her flying sword completely turned into the scythe of death. Rows of elite soldiers who could not see her flying sword clearly fell down in pieces like pieces of rice that had been cut down.
"attack!"
Knowing that if he could not trap the opponent's Holy Master in the formation, Song Xuku would surely suffer even greater losses. His face turned pale, he clenched his fist and waved forward, and issued an order for the entire army to attack.
At the same time, in the forest behind Nangong Weiyang, an order with the same content and the same coldness was also issued.
The arrows kept falling.
The remnants of the light armored army who had just retreated a dozen steps stopped and tried to counterattack in an instant. Ruthless arrows pierced through their bodies and pinned them to the ground.
A black-armored sergeant who seemed to be carrying windy sand rushed out of the forest and attacked Song Xuku's army.
In the past, Nanshan Mu's army was no more powerful than Song Xuku's Fenglin Army among the Biluo Border Army. At this moment, the black armor on these black-armored sergeants seemed to have been dulled by the yellow sand, and they looked a little downcast.
, however, everyone in this army seemed to be shining with the dazzling light in the desert.
As rebels, the vast majority of Nanshan Mu's army thought that they would spend their lives like rogue bandits in the desert, buried in the yellow sand for thousands of miles, never to return to their homeland, or even carrying the rebels forever.
Now that they have returned to Biluo Mausoleum, these sergeants who have gone through unimaginable hardships, how can they not be excited, and how can they not be radiant.
Moreover, there is a Saint Master like Nangong Weiyang in their formation.
Their arrow army was intact, but the opponent's arrow army had completely collapsed.
A fierce clash of blades, guns, and shields suddenly sounded in the valley. Amidst the roars, people from both sides fell down from time to time, with severed limbs flying. Blood sprayed out from the armor, staining the dead leaves on the ground red.
As soon as they met, the battle reached its most brutal stage. However, Nanshan Mu's army instantly gained the absolute upper hand, killing Song Xuku's army of hundreds of battles into chaos.
Song Xuku's hair was soaked with his own sweat. He knew that he didn't have much time left. As long as the other party's sergeant slightly dispersed the guards and attendants outside him, the flying sword was flying somewhere at this moment.
It will take away his life.
…
Just when Song Xu was helplessly watching the defeat of his army, waiting for his last moments to be loyal to General Wenren, Li Wu, the black-robed lecturer of the academy who sneaked into the valley, had already judged the two opposing forces.
military status.
At this moment, on the extremely chaotic battlefield, Nangong Weiyang was extremely keenly aware of the aura of his uninvited guest. He slipped his feet and flew backwards in the air. A handle that originally flew in the formation
The flying sword also flew backwards, passed her body, passed through the dense forest like a meteor, and struck Li Wu.
The lecturers and professors of the college are not ordinary people. They all have a kind of pride that is unreasonable to the outside world. Facing this flying sword, Li Wu did not immediately shout that he was not an enemy, but stretched out his hands.
.
The soul power in his body gathered in the palms of his fingers.
"Dang!" "Dang!"
His hands seemed to have turned into iron, and he struck the extremely cold flying sword with two precise strikes in succession, forcefully sending the flying sword flying over ten feet.
Nangong Weiyang frowned slightly, and the flying sword stopped in the air forcefully, and was about to fly out again. However, at this moment, a weak voice came from the distance in the forest: "Li Wu... you are naughty again.
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