"The sixth girl is right. Even if people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, and I still have the strength to fight! It's a big deal, and I can't die too much! I fight with the kings and thieves!"

The eyes of the Xin clan were blood-red, their faces were full of resentment, and their fists were clenched.

The Wang family's lewd* can't be intimidated, the sword of the forbidden army can't stop it, and in the end, all that is left is this boiling blood and unyielding arrogance.

"Okay, Chang'an Xin's family is all good! If you can follow me Xin Yi, entrust me with life and death, I Xin Yi will thank you!" Xin Yi also had hot eyes at the corners of his eyes.

She knelt down and bowed three times to everyone.

Three rings, solemn.

Uncle Xie doesn't complain about dragging him down, he doesn't think he's implicated! Aunt Xie has no one to run for her life without permission! Xie is fighting side by side!

"Sixth girl, please get up quickly! We are not only a promise to you, but also unwilling to be ashamed of the ancestors of the Xin family. Besides, the women, children, and children have already retreated to their hometowns in advance, and we have no worries about the future!

The people of the Xin clan hurriedly helped Xin Yi up, and at the same time copied the sword of the sword, and the sword of the sword, and even the person who did not know martial arts also grabbed the hoe in his hand.

"The ancestors of the Xin clan in Chang'an, blessed by the spirit of heaven! Unyielding faith and righteousness, unyielding arrogance! Witness from the sky, although there is no regret in death!"

The head of the family, Xin Qi, picked up an ordinary sword, shouted with red eyes, and rushed out first.

Xu came too suddenly, and before the forbidden army could react, there was a muffled pop, and the sword pierced his chest.

"Faith is unyielding, arrogance is unyielding!" Inspired by this victory, dozens of Xin clan members shouted angrily and killed without fear.

Xin Yi also picked up a long sword. Although she has never practiced martial arts, she even feels awkward wielding a sword, but she can also wield a gourd to draw a scoop, and she never wants to show weakness at this moment.

"Wang Jian, old thief, I swore that I would take your head with my own hands!

Xin Yi's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he came out with a sword.

However, this heroic scene taught Wang Jian to sneer contemptuously.

"The men on the side are all gone, just weak women, they can't even move their swords, and they are still clamoring to kill me Wang Jian?

"The generals obey the order! Kill Xin Yi at the end, and have fun with her! The old man wants her to watch with her own eyes, and the siblings die in front of her eyes one by one! As for the others, you don't have to show mercy! Kill!"

"Kill!" Three hundred swords were unsheathed, and the forbidden army in the northern suburbs met them viciously like jackals out of a cage.

This is a bloody battle with a huge disparity in strength.

Three hundred against tens. The forbidden army of elite soldiers against the people who were improvised patchwork. It's not a Xin Yi who can't even wield a sword.

However, none of the Xin clan flinched, and there was no trace of fear in the sword momentum. Only the grief between the eyebrows, the unwillingness at the bottom of the eyes, turned into a crazy battle intent on the face.

Madness. Arrogant and demonic, the sword is crazy.

The scars all over the body didn't seem to hurt, and the blood that pooled into the stream was ignored by them, and even the broken arm was missing, and the sword was instinctively cut off.

Blood flowed into the sea, and the clouds changed color. Xin Yi only felt that the world in front of him had turned a piece of blood red.

She was wielding her sword with all her might, too. Following the example of the men of the clan, he plunged the tip of his sword into the chest of his enemies.

However, after all, she had never practiced martial arts, but after dancing for half a moment, her arms sank like iron, and it was difficult to lift them, and her jade hands were even more bloodied by the hilt of the sword.

"A mere weak woman, she hasn't even touched a sword, what are you pretending to be! The forbidden soldiers have listened to the old man! Just play with Xin Yi and save her life to the end! Let her watch her relatives die in front of her one by one!"

Wang Jian looked at Xin Yi contemptuously, playfully showing the executioner's smile.

As a result, Xin Yi found that the forbidden troops around her relied on well-trained swordsmanship, and while dodging her sword slash, they did not hurt her life, at most she stumbled and suffered a small injury, and shed a little blood.

Otherwise, with the Royal Forbidden Army, it is easier to fight against a weak woman who can't hold a sword than to kill a little chicken.

Humiliate.

It's the humiliation of a cat playing with a mouse. It's obviously a meal in the mouth, but it's still the humiliation of grabbing the rat's tail and teasing and playing.

"Wang Jian, old thief, you have the ability to cut me Xin Yi with one sword! Otherwise, I will pull me on my back with one sword!" Xin Yi hoarsely voiced and shouted angrily.

However, Wang Jian only smiled more disdainfully. Because the order to let relatives die one by one in front of Xin Yi's eyes has come true.

Under the disparity in strength, the arrogant bones will also be crushed. Gradually, a long sword pierced through the chests of the Xin clansmen, and corpses fell in front of Xin Yi.

In the northern suburbs, there were no casualties. It's like harvesting a cornfield, or finally tearing up a ticket after having had enough, one by one the Xin clansmen fell in a pool of blood.

Eighty-five, seventy-five, sixty-five......

Xin Yi's pupils contracted instantly.

"Don't! Don't!" Xin Yi brandished his sword like crazy, trying his best to save his relatives from the sword of the forbidden army.

However, the Praetorian Army did not give her a chance at all. But in a few breaths, the bloody human head rolled under the Xin Yi sword with a thud.

Fifty-five, forty-five, thirty-five......

Blood splattered on Xin Yi's face, hot and cold. Xin Yi's whole body was sifted up like a chill, and her indignation devoured her reason inch by inch.

is like Ling Chi, the pain is piercing.

"Don't kill them! Let them go! Don't kill them!" Xin Yi screamed frantically, a sweet smell coming from his torn throat.

Her relatives died in front of her one by one. She could only watch and do nothing.

She had never felt like this, feeling weak.

I have never been like this, hating myself to the point of going crazy.

Thirty-five, twenty-five, fifteen......

"Don't kill them! Let them go! Wang Jian is an old thief! I will give you the head of Xin Yi Xiang! As long as you let them go! I Xin Yi is willing to kill myself on the spot!"

Two lines of blood and tears rolled down from the corners of Xin Yi's eyes.

She raised her sword and held it across her neck. The demon-like eyes locked on Wang Jian, and his anger was surging.

Wang Jian couldn't help but shudder.

is obviously a weak woman who is dying to the end of the road, but with such eyes, she is like a resentful soul crawling up in hell, and she must do whatever it takes to reverse this day and change her life.

Moreover, it is not "as", but "is". This is one more life to ask God.

"Strange! The more terrible this look is, the more he dares to stay. There are many dreams at night, so it's better to fight quickly!" Wang Jian's eyes swept across the decisiveness, and his anger suddenly turned into a face full of murderous intent.

"Xin Yi, it's too late! The forbidden army obeys the order! Everyone, including Xin Yi, don't have to keep their hands behind!

Xin Yi only felt that his heartbeat stood still in an instant.

And Xin Qi's right hand, which had hesitated for a long time, also touched the hidden dagger in an instant.

It was a dagger engraved with the words "North Flying Fish".

But almost at the same time, he remembered what he had secretly said to him a few days ago, when Xin Zhou was still there.

- My son, don't make a move. Even if your heart is bleeding, you can't make a move.

- The old body believes in Xinyi. I believe she will escape. Even if it seems to be a dead end, there is more or less life.

- But as soon as you make a move, the identity of Beifeiyu will inevitably be exposed. No matter how much vitality there is, Wang Jian will never stay in Xinfu again. At that time, he faced the saint, and came to "Beifeiyu's identity is secret, and he doesn't know the truth before he starts", and even the emperor can't do it.

- If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. To save your life and break your arm, you can only choose to break your arm.

Xin Qi's fist was about to bleed, but the fingertips of the dagger finally let go.

So, when there were more than 80 tribesmen, only a pitiful dozen remained.

So, when the sword closest to Xin Yi was cut down without hesitation.

"Qingqing. ”

A soft cry like a spring breeze, although it was not big, was the third voice in the field besides the sword cry.

There was a moment of stagnation in the field.

Everyone's eyes followed the source and subconsciously searched for it.

Then, everyone was stunned. Because this is a scene that mortals will never forget in their lifetime.

He came from the end, alone, with a calm and calm footsteps.

A dark bright light unicorn armor, flowing with the sunlight like a dazzling light, high bundles of ink hair, a purple and gold crown of hostas, a Tang Yi armor, a flying treasure belt, a heroic posture all over the body, and a majestic instrument.

The already handsome eyebrows and eyes add to the heroic spirit, the eyebrows are full of essence, and the eyes are murderous, making people feel that their whole soul has been taken away after only looking at each other.

He held a sword in his hand, the sword was behind him, the tip of the sword was downward, the cold light on the blade was dazzling, and he longed to drink blood.

If it is said that he used to be an immortal monarch on the clouds, he is not stained with fireworks. And at this moment, he is a mortal hero, galloping with a sword.

Ask here, what is the hero, the iron horse Jiangshan Dan heart pays! The man's ambition is shattered!

For the red face, the general was angry, and Erlang Sword came out to help Qingyun, asking if he regretted it!

Everyone looked stupid. There was an eerie silence in the field.

Wang Jian's face changed slightly: "Jiang Li?"

Xin Yi's heart was hot: "Childe?"