Bi Kongqing's gaze gradually sank, as he sensed the difference between this group of teams and ordinary reckless teams.

Their goal was clear, and they even recklessly penetrated into the territory of the Han Dynasty, shedding every drop of blood regardless of losses, which proved that the people selected by this group of reckless troops were all dead soldiers.

Since it is a dead soldier, the number of people naturally cannot be too much, but Bi Kongqing knows very well that fighting on the battlefield is never the more powerful the more people there are, on the contrary, a team composed of all the dead soldiers who are not afraid of death is the most difficult to deal with, because death has always been the most feared thing for people, and for them, there are more things that they care about than death.

Arranging such an assassination, in addition to using the dead, it is even possible to invite cultivators to take action, as if thinking of something, Bi Tianqing first smiled confidently, and then felt unprecedented fear.

For he saw the carriage parked in front of the foothills.

Ignoring the group of dead soldiers who rushed towards him, he looked at the carriage intently, and when he noticed the scene in the car formation, he thought of some possibility, and couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his body.

The battle on the battlefield was fierce, and there was an eerie silence around the carriage.

A coachman, a horse, and the man in the carriage.

The gentle old man in his old robe in the carriage was sitting with his eyes closed, facing the depths of the dense forest, which was getting darker and darker.

Bi Kongqing licked her numb lips nervously, stretched out her hand to her side, and a lot of sweat appeared in her palm, wet.

The coachman sitting quietly in front of the carriage looked coldly at the depths of the dense forest, his slightly dark face was full of determination and calmness. The latest and fastest updates

Obviously, this coachman is not ordinary.

No matter how tragic the battle on the battlefield ahead was, the two of them still remained motionless and maintained their original posture.

From time to time, people from the same camp died in front of their eyes, and from time to time inanimate bodies fell to the ground with a dull crashing sound, and they didn't even blink their eyelashes, always staring indifferently at the depths of the dense forest, their hearts and bodies like steel rocks.

The old man in the carriage sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, very relaxed, with a sword lying horizontally on his lap. The scabbard was tattered and old, like an old man's robe.

Occasionally, when the border guards were about to break into the carriage, the coachman would draw his knife and throw himself into the kill. And the old man still didn't move, not even blinking his eyes.

And two practitioners!

Of course, Bi Kongqing had seen battles between cultivators, but she didn't have the experience of facing cultivators so weakly.

The fear of waiting for the unknown danger made the atmosphere in the arena extremely depressing, and the sound of fierce fighting and blade collision around him seemed to disappear.

After Bi Tianqing glanced at the cloth-clothed man standing among the border guards, his heart calmed down a little.

In the distance, deep in the mountain road that became darker and darker because the sun set, between the gray-black branches, a gust of wind suddenly hit for no reason, and the leaves on the ground that had accumulated for many years were swept into the air and fluttered, rattled, and then fell one after another.

In autumn, the boundless fallen trees are falling.

Bi Kongqing sighed helplessly in her heart, her leg muscles tightened slightly, and her toes were inserted into the thick fallen leaves, inserted into the slightly wet soil, waiting for the arrival of the enemy, ready to exert force at any time. The latest and fastest updates

The cloth-clothed man standing in the border guards, with a thunderous shout, a faint cyan light seeped out of the corner of his clothes, shining away, as if the gods occasionally glanced at the clouds.

His arm jerked up, turning a heavy stone he had picked up out of nowhere into a whistling stone projectile and slamming it into the carriage of the carriage!

What a terrifying power that can turn a person into a long-range catapult siege machine!

The heavy stone roared and cracked the air at high speed, and a branch shattered at the touch of a trace on the way, and along an arc, it unstoppably crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, hitting the carriage accurately and coldly!

Only a muffled sound was heard, and the inconspicuous carriage suddenly scattered into a cloud of waste wood and rags.

The knife-wielding driver's expression was still indifferent, as if he couldn't see that the carriage behind him had turned into garbage, and there was not even a look of surprise on his face, but even a faint hint of relief and calm.

Sure enough, the waste wood was scattered, revealing the figure of the old man, who was sitting in the carriage in his old robes, his eyes still closed. As at the beginning, nothing different.

And the people standing in the border guards seemed to have expected this outcome, and apparently did not have much frustration.

And this moment of battle really brought the entire battlefield to a halt.

Suddenly, the old man's gray head started to flow, like a silver stream flowing in the dirty old robes, and the old sword placed horizontally in his knee began to buzz, and the sword body in the sheath kept colliding with the inner wall, as if he was impatient to be born and drink blood.

Urn...... Urn...... Urn!

Boom!

A clear bang!

The snowy short sword came out of its sheath on its own, and suddenly crossed the old man's knees, turning into a pale cyan sword light, rolling the leaves and splitting the wind, silently stabbing straight at the person standing in the border guards, as if to completely penetrate his body!

The man finally moved before the old man could make a move, and he suddenly moved to the side, leaving where the border guards were.

In the contest between cultivators, it was impossible for Ning Shiren to intervene no matter how powerful he was, so he made the decision to take the battle group away from the border guards.

Between the last twilight and the gloomy forest, there seemed to be an invisible mirror, when the snowy short sword flew out of the sheath on the old man's knee and turned into a streamer. I saw that on the other side of the dense forest, there was a gray shadow that faintly saw the blade of the knife roaring!

The light gray shadow, which was like a shuttle like lightning, was still flying in the sky one moment in the fallen leaves, and the next moment it was on the battlefield of fighting, and the first low hum turned into a thunderous roar in the blink of an eye.

The speed of the gray shadow was extremely fast, and the power it carried directly shattered all the leaves within a few feet of the surrounding trees, and the silky broken leaves dragged into a straight line behind the shadow, and at the end of the line was the old man who had no sword on his knees.

"Know the micro realm!"

Looking at the gray shadow that had become a wind and thunder, the coachman, who had always been as calm as a stone sculpture, finally changed his face slightly and reminded loudly.

As soon as the blade appeared, it was a thunderstorm.

After reaching out and slashing down the first reckless person who rushed towards her, Bi Kongqing looked at the cultivator's battle group, and breathed a long sigh of relief after making sure that his side was not falling behind.

However, the coachman still didn't see the slightest timidity on his face, only absolute emotion, and then he shouted to himself: "Cut!"

The sound of the blade being unsheathed sounded, and a sharp steel knife with a momentum of no return, accompanied by the sound of the coachman's full exhalation, slashed towards the open space in front of him.

Each sword light was so fierce and powerful, cutting through the air, cutting through the imaginary hills, and forming a densely woven knife net, tightly protecting the old man without a sword on his knees.

The gray shadow that shuttled at high speed swept in front of the knife array, and saw that it was about to be cut down by the sharp knife momentum, but suddenly made a strange pause in mid-air, and then circled sideways, strangely avoiding the direction of the knife, and flew away with a snort.

The moment it appeared in everyone's sight, it had become a wind and thunder, and it seemed to be irresistible, but no one thought that after entering the real battle, the gray shadow would be smart and weird!

And the person who controls him is, of course, Liao Jie, but for some reason, at this time, he has lost the fierceness that should belong to him, but has a little more femininity.

The gray knife shadow drew a mellow arc in the air, and the lightning swept back to the front of the coachman again, in front of him, in the back, the trajectory was unpredictable, and he couldn't catch it at all, but in an instant, the coachman was already sweating profusely, and the difference in the realm could not be made up for by hard work.

The blood beads slowly fell in the air, and the coachman's expression was cold and calm, as if he couldn't see that his left hand flying in the air had broken away from his body and was thrown away by the knife.

However, he still waved the knife with his right hand without stopping.

The eyes of the old man in the carriage finally blinked, because the flying blood beads fell on his simple robe, which was really a little bright.

And at this moment, the short sword that turned into a streamer finally arrived in front of Liao Jie.