The extremely sturdy carriage was split into two pieces by a sword, Shui Heng was unconscious, and the scale armor on Xuan Qingxuan's body was shattered by half, and there were blood stains everywhere on the exposed body. The two arms of Shangguan Ling www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion were almost unable to be raised, and the trembling amplitude of the hand holding the divine bow was visible to the naked eye.

Guo Nanping was standing beside Zhang Yun, he knew that his apprentice was not lightly injured, but he didn't dare to pay half of his attention, just tightly protected Zhang Yun. Because this carriage, which was originally enough to resist the bombardment of shells, had already been cut off by the strength of the older generation of Sifang Mountain's Sifang Swords, and he was the only one who had the strength to protect Zhang Yun at this moment.

Zheng Jianyin stood at the forefront of Zhang Yun's group with one person and one sword, but his momentum was obviously greatly reduced, but he was still full of killing intent, and the combination of sword intent that connected the heavens and the earth still showed that the master of the One Sword Pavilion still had enough combat power to kill any opponent.

The six people in Sifang Mountain were also not lightly injured, but they were much better than Zhang Yun and his party opposite. At this moment, under the command of Wen Jian, Sifang Mountain was only a few breaths away from completely defeating Zhang Yun and his party.

The "original" is mentioned here, because it is true that for the people of Sifang Mountain a moment ago, whether it is Zheng Jianyin or Guo Nanping, they are already at the end of the crossbow, and the two women wearing the scale armor of the Trick Soldier Gate are even more on the verge of falling to the ground, and it can be regarded as a sure thing to take down these people and the things needed by Sifang Mountain.

But Wen Jian had actually seen the silent fireworks a long time ago, so he had always been vigilant and discovered the subtle but indeed strange changes in time.

"Retreat!" Wen Jian shouted violently, and the six people of Sifang Mountain retreated at the same time, and the new generation of Sifang Sword, which had never intervened in the war, except for Jian Yi, who was still unable to move, the other three rushed forward at the same time, staggering with the six elders, and the sword in his hand exploded in front of him with hundreds of huge sword flowers.

The silver light danced wildly, and the sky was like rain, it was tens of thousands of extremely sharp Lingyun arrows, 18,000 rounds, and the dense layers were really as continuous as the clouds and rain cloths. The arrows came from a hundred zhang in the air, with the momentum of a strong bow, full of killing intent, and every time they landed, it would cause a tremor on the ground, and the coverage was just enough to envelop the nine people of the Sifang Mountain, as if it had been accurately calculated, ensuring that the target had no possibility of attacking in front of him except for resisting or retreating.

"Arrows Lodge welcomes the Holy Communion of the Mountain Lord!" Fifty-four thousand arrows came in the air, falling accurately, thousands of black-clothed and silver-armored, and the Lingyun archers of the Arrows Villa full of bows and arrows came in smoke and dust, non-stop, and the bows kept shooting.

The trembling of the ground became faster and heavier, and the carpet "woven" by the Lingyun Arrow covered a larger and larger area, forcing the nine people of the Sifang Mountain to retreat continuously.

Wen Jian's eyes were full of admiration, and while taking turns to alternately resist the arrows falling from the sky with his companions, he sighed: "If this team can be used in the hands of my Sifang Mountain, why bother with the people and affairs of the rivers and lakes?" Directly unveiled the rod, why is it difficult to sit on one place and become the king in less than three years? Tsk, to hide such a power, it's really a tyrannical thing, a tyrannical thing! ”

"Less rambling, when are we going to wait? Didn't you say before that there is a final word, what about people!? Lu Linchang, one of the second Sifang Mountain Sifang Elders who was besieged before, had numb hands, and he didn't know if there was an endless rain of arrows that had really annoyed him, and it could be said that he was helpless to the extreme.

Wen Jian smiled slightly, but first turned his head and glanced at his apprentice, and saw that Yi Jian was motionless, so he turned his head and smiled: "What's the hurry, I'm so badly injured, it's inevitable that there will be something bad in my head, what's the matter if you miscalculate the time?" What should come will come, and lo and behold, isn't that coming? I'm curious to see who will be at the helm of that archer team. ”

Lu Linchang's pupils shrank suddenly, he was surprised by the identity of the person who was called "the final word" by Wen Jian, and even more surprised that that person would make such an imprudent choice.

Wu Ruiming, the lord of the Sifang Mountain, Cheng Jun, the head of the Sifang Mountain Elders, and the second meter Leng An, should have been the old worship Pang Pei in the retreat. These four people are the other half of the highest combat power of Sifang Mountain, and the four people who were supposed to be guarding Sifang Mountain appeared in the place where Wen Jian was, pointing directly at Zhang Yun and the others from the south side, and the speed was extremely fast.

"The mountain lord said that this is a huge gamble, so we should show the greatest sincerity." Wen Jian shook the long sword in his hand, and smiled at the rain of arrows that were forced to turn, "After paying sincerity, you will naturally reap some benefits, as for how much you can gain, it depends on your and me's means." A few teachers and nephews, don't let the mountain lord look down on you, let alone learn from my stubborn donkey apprentice. ”

Wen Jian's group of nine people were surrounded by deep holes for hundreds of zhang, and all the arrow feathers had completely burrowed into the ground except for the part that was forcibly shaken open by Wen Jian and the others, showing their powerful penetrating power. Wen Jian pointed to the passage where there was no more arrow rain in front of him, and all nine people rushed out and went straight to Zhang Yun and his party, who were still heading for the cavalry archers who were still outside Lixu.

Wu Ruiming was dressed in a wide robe and big sleeves, and he didn't look like a person dressed up, but it was such a seemingly cumbersome outfit that didn't affect his movement speed in the slightest. The elaborate clothes completely violated the laws of nature and did not rise with the wind, although Wu Ruiming's whole person ran far faster than the galloping horse, there was no place on his body that fluttered with the wind.

The Quartet Mountain Lord looked at the carriage that was only half cut off, and looked at the few people who fled towards the thousands of cavalry, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"I will pocket these thousands of people, Guo Nanping will capture them, and Zheng Jianyin will kill them. As long as three women live for two Zhang families, that little apprentice of Guo Nanping must also live. It was as if he was talking about things that had already been decided, and Wu Ruiming's face was so confident that it seemed to be overflowing.

Cheng Jun, who was following behind him, smiled: "What the mountain lord said is true, the Zhang family still has reinforcements on the way, and we still need to fight quickly." ”

Mi Leng'an, whose daughter had a man's ambition, pouted and waved his sleeves to create a sea of clouds, blocking the direction of the rain of arrows in the sky, and then sneered: "How could the mountain lord's decision be wrong? I think the bolder you are, the younger you are! My Sifang Mountain is back in the rivers and lakes, first of all, I can't let any people in the rivers and lakes look down on me! ”

"Can you two enemies stop arguing every day? The old man can't escape the mouths of you two annoying people, and now that he is out of the pass, although he knows that he is even quieter, but I am also your master, how much can I give some face? The man who fell at the end seemed to be only about thirty, with a surprisingly handsome face, but he was the best-looking of the four in this line, but this man squeezed his eyebrows when he spoke, and his face was a banter scoundrel, if he was in the market, he was afraid that he would be disliked as soon as he opened his mouth.