Standing on a high platform, looking down at the nearly a thousand soldiers below. Liu Xiaoming's hands trembled slightly, the corpses of the six soldiers had already slept peacefully at his feet, and he had wasted a lot of energy in order to kill them with one blow.

Ziqi looked at the swordsman's pale face in the world of the waist bag and asked worriedly, but the answer he got was still not to worry, he was fine.

The Starry Sky Sword didn't give a reply for a long time, and now he couldn't even call her to fight alongside him. After being stabbed by those two killer hunters last time, Starry Sky easily cut off contact with himself.

Looking at the wounds on his hands and chest, recalling the battle at night, Liu Xiaoming's heart was full of anxiety.

Time was pressing, Liu Xiaoming had no choice but to take out the star and moon, wondering if its battle in the day would be as holy as the bright moon at night.

His eyes were lightly closed, thunder and lightning roared in the sky, and in the next second, a red lightning bolt fell from the high platform, and with a bang, a soldier had already been killed.

Liu Xiaoming let go of his hand, placed the soldier on the ground, and looked around at everything around him. Only a gruff shout was heard

"Kill him!!"

One-on-one, it is his own advantage, so it is good to disrupt their formation, but Liu Xiaoming's eyes are all focused on the iron cage at this time, and he wants to know how powerful the rumored power grid on the outer layer of the iron cage is.

Surrounded by lightning, he slumped down and lunged forward, ignoring the soldiers surrounding him, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the cage, and was knocked to almost the original position by the powerful electric field at the moment of touching it with his left hand.

"Damn! What the hell is that!"

It's too late to be surprised, there are already four soldiers holding big swords and waving them, in order to avoid too much fighting, Liu Xiaoming turned around and dodged, but the impact caused by the electric field made his body not adjust well, and his shoulder was slightly slashed by the sword and suffered some minor injuries.

Regrouping his mentality, the Xingyue Sword slashed down the enemy's helmet, blood burst out, and although the enemy died, the sword was stuck in the helmet, and the soldiers on both sides had already attacked. In an emergency, Liu Xiaoming had no choice but to abandon Xingyue, and aimed his arms at the soldiers on both sides to release huge fireballs.

At this time, another wave of soldiers attacked, clenched the hilt of the sword and pulled out the Xingyue Sword forcefully and finally liberated, Liu Xiaoming stepped on the lightning under his feet, rushed into the formation, and waved the sword with his right hand to intersect with the swords of the three soldiers in front of him.

The sword light slashed upwards from the diagonal bottom, and then swung down to the other side, slashing three swords in a row, drawing a shining five-pointed star, killing the three soldiers in front of him back.

There were attacks on both sides, Liu Xiaoming gathered spiritual power, threw the sword to the right side, and he came to the left side in an instant, and a move gathered thunder to repel the surrounding soldiers.

Liu Xiaoming roared, smashing the helmet of one of the soldiers with his fist, and he grabbed the soldier's head and threw it at the next wave of approaching soldiers.

However, to his surprise, the soldiers lined up in two rows, alternating back and forth, the spears in their hands pointed at them, and the soldiers used their magic power, only to see the entire body of the spear glow purple.

Observing the tip of the spear, the tip of the gun shone brightly, and a soldier in silver armor in the rear suddenly lowered his right hand and shouted

"Shoot!"

Purple beams of light shot out from the tip of the spear, looking at the attack of the rain of bullets, Liu Xiaoming retreated backwards, retracted the stars and moons, stepped forward with his right foot, and eight earthen walls were erected on the ground one after another.

It was daytime, and the power of the moonlight was very weak, but Liu Xiaoming also decided to pin this glimmer of hope on the Xingyue Sword.

An earthen wall can only withstand two rounds of shooting, and at this time, the moonlight gathered by the Xingyue Sword is not even as good as his own spiritual power, and seeing that the last earthen wall is on the verge of collapse, he can only bite the bullet.

The spiritual fire in his body burned violently, a layer of red shield protected in front of him, and the fireball was gathered in his left hand, and at the moment when the earth wall was shattered, Liu Xiaoming dragged the Xingyue Sword and rushed out immediately.

The left hand holding the fireball fended off the incoming attack indiscriminately, the sound of the thump thump shield being hit resounded in the ears, and the spirit shield was already covered with broken webs after a round of attacks.

As long as he advances a little, the light of the Star Moon Sword can defeat the soldier. At this time, there was a click, and the fragments flew out, and the spiritual power shield in front of him shattered.

The light still did not stop, and after barely carrying a few shots with his body, Liu Xiaoming turned into a bolt of lightning, jumped into the air, clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, and swept vigorously towards the soldiers below.

In the face of the bright moonlight, the soldiers below rotated the gun to the other end at the same time, then straightened their waists, aimed at the moonlight, stabbed upwards hard, and roared in unison!

The soldiers' unyielding aura collided with the moonlight, resulting in an explosion, and Liu Xiaoming was swept upside down by the impact in the air and flew to the center of the airspace.

Behind the soldiers, a row of soldiers wearing light armor and holding all kinds of cold weapons suddenly jumped out, rushing towards the swordsmen who had not yet landed at an extremely fast speed.

Those people were obviously speed-based warriors, and Liu Xiaoming immediately launched the Ten Thousand Thunder Sky Lock Formation, even if it was useless, he had to exert pressure on their hearts.

In the red electric field, the feet of the two soldiers with long swords appeared in an instant, like skating ice. Liu Xiaoming put the sword in front of his chest, and with a metal clash of sounds, the two sides briefly stalemate, and the sword bodies rubbed against each other to produce sparks.

The two of them borrowed the power from the impact, so that Liu Xiaoming was strongly oppressed, and then one by one the soldiers immediately followed, and each of them quickly pulled back after three moves with Liu Xiaoming.

A wind demon shuriken came from the right side with a sonic boom, Liu Xiaoming's right hand Xingyue Sword blocked, at this moment, another soldier on the left side killed, and the soul burial appeared viciously on the left hand, controlling the left arm to meet the soldier's blow.

Both sides were left hand to left, and the soldier's right arm gathered magic and blasted it into the opponent's face. Liu Xiaoming threw out the shuriken with his right hand, and quickly pulled the sword back to resist in front of him with the hilt of the sword.

Both arms were working at this time, and Liu Xiaoming, who realized that the lower half of his body was lost, subconsciously raised one leg, and as expected, the enemy's legs were kicking towards his waist.

The corners of Liu Xiaoming's mouth couldn't help but rise, as long as he kicked, he could use the spiritual shield to counterattack, but the enemy's action in the next second was unexpected, Liu Xiaoming felt a gust of wind around his waist, and the soldier hooked his waist bag with a kick, and then took advantage of the distraction to stare at his chest and kicked out of range.

"Damn!"

If the usual waist bag was taken away, he wouldn't be in a hurry, but there was still Ziqi inside! I saw that the soldier held the waist bag high, and there seemed to be a mockery under the helmet.

"Stop! bastard!!"

Liu Xiaoming shouted and rushed out, but the waist bag was thrown into the air, no matter how fast the lightning was, it was a step too late, and the soldier showed off a wave of ball skills and kicked the waist bag into the airspace.

"He's out of supplies, everyone, round up!"

The moment the silver-armored soldier saw the waist bag falling, he ordered all the soldiers present to rush out together, at this time Liu Xiaoming happened to be in the center of the airspace, and the soldiers completely surrounded him as quickly as possible.

Looking at the soldiers who surrounded him in despair, the noisy sound of electricity suddenly remembered in his head.

"Oh, what a time for you to come back, bastard......."