Under the wind and rain, the two people facing each other looked at each other vigilantly!

"I can tell you who is going to kill you, but I have one condition......" The man in black had calmed down, looking at Li Xuanxin who was covered in blood at the moment, and the fierce flames were monstrous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info remembered Li Xuanxin's wind and rain knife not long ago, and knew that he couldn't match it.

"I'm going to take my companions." He pointed to the crossbowman whose throat had been cut by Li Xuanxin and said.

"Yes." Li Xuanxin was expressionless and said flatly.

"We are all under the command of Ma Bufang, the immortal guard, and we received news that your caravan is a spy of the Yue Clan and will go to Luodu to spy on intelligence, and Ma Bufang ordered us to come on a mission."

He glanced at Li Xuanxin, paused, and continued: "The order we received was 'no need to ask, kill all of them'!" ”

"As for those who wear my great man's clothes and armor, they are all horse bandits who are active on the border, and they are captured and sent to the Immortal Pass to serve their labor. Ma Bufang provided them with armor, bows and arrows, including fire oil, and promised to release them all if they were done. ”

After the man in black finished speaking, he looked at Li Xuanxin, stepped forward and picked up the corpse of the divine crossbowman, held the knife in his right hand, and cautiously and slowly retreated to the depths of the dense forest.

After a while, after Li Xuanxin was sure that he could no longer feel any breath, he moved to a tree with difficulty and sat down, took out gauze from his arms, and tied his left arm tightly to stop the bleeding.

He was covered in cold sweat, and he shouted in his heart that he was glad that the extreme dodge rush just now had consumed a lot of energy, so much so that he still felt extremely tired.

And the last knife used all the remaining true elements in his body, as for the momentum of that knife like calling the wind and rain, Li Xuanxin himself actually didn't know very well. At that time, he just wanted to be faster, faster, and the wind and rain between heaven and earth seemed to be able to understand his inner words, and naturally attached to it. Not only did it greatly increase the speed at which he swung the knife, but the power of that knife was also amazing!

If Li Xuanxin is allowed to use the trick just now, even if the true yuan is sufficient, he may not be able to use it.

He didn't really want to let go of the man in black, but he really couldn't do anything at the time. Zhenyuan was empty, and the wound on his left arm was still bleeding, if it weren't for the words to guide the man in black, and the momentum of the last knife was really amazing, scaring the man in black, the current situation is really hard to say.

After all, that divine crossbowman was already in the 'Refining Truth' realm, and as a crossbow guard, the cultivation of the man in black would at least not be worse than that of the person he was guarding.

Li Xuanxin was leaning against the tree, the majestic rain made the true yuan in his body recover very quickly, and the iron-blooded will given to him by many years in the army made him grit his teeth and stand up, and there were still companions bleeding on the battlefield not far away. In any case, now is not the time to relax.

Li Xuanxin picked up the secret crossbow on the ground, this kind of weapon called the 'Shenji crossbow' in the Han army, is made by the most mysterious 'Tiangong Academy' in the Han Dynasty Armor Division, and the annual production is only about 1,000 pairs, arrows and hand crossbows are matching, and ordinary feather arrows cannot be replaced at all.

The Divine Machine Crossbow is exquisitely crafted and extremely powerful, and even if you don't practice the exercises that go with it, the power and penetration of the arrows far exceed those of ordinary bows and crossbows. Moreover, the foldable crossbow is extremely easy to carry, and since its inception, several surrounding countries have been trying to find a way to make it, trying to copy it, but it has not been successful.

There were also seven feather arrows in the quiver, Li Xuanxin took out two and placed them on the crossbow, and rushed to the car formation with his knife very quickly.

He was a little anxious in his heart, although it didn't take long for him to come over to kill the crossbowman and scare away the man in black, but every breath that passed, someone might die again.

And Shen Wan is still in the car, although Shen Wan seems to be no different from ordinary people now, but she can't use force, and she doesn't know what she will encounter on the chaotic battlefield. Fortunately, the rain made his true yuan recover quite quickly, and the wound stopped bleeding when it encountered the rain, which was great news for him, if it continued to bleed, it would inevitably affect the next battle.

When Li Xuanxin rushed to the battlefield, the battle was still going on, dozens of corpses were lying on the ground, and the air was full of the smell of blood, blood and corpses, exaggerating the fierceness of the battle.

He shot two horse bandits directly with two arrows, and then continued to rush with a knife to kill, these horse bandits did not have any organizational ability, unexpectedly they were killed by the shield-wielding Guanzhong man retreated, these Guanzhong sons did not fear because of the armor of the Han army on the other party, in their opinion, as long as someone dares to use a knife against themselves, no matter who the other party is, they must return it fiercely.

The battle finally came to an end after a moment, under the charge of Li Xuanxin and both sides of the caravan, the unruly horse bandits were killed, a total of thirty-eight people, none of them survived, and Li Xuanxin's quiver only had two arrows left.

This is war, and it will not stop until one side is completely dead.

The victorious people did not have the joy they imagined, they also had their companions gone forever, and at some point, some people began to cry quietly, and the subtle sobs were like a catalyst for sadness, and the oppressive atmosphere permeated everyone's hearts.

The wind and rain gradually stopped, the survivors began to bury their companions in the dense forest, they cut off the hair of their companions one by one, and buried their companions one by one, this is their custom, if they die outside their hometown, they will cut off their hair and bring them back to their hometown, they stubbornly believe that after death, hair will carry the soul of people.

They put up a tombstone in front of their graves, and if they return to their hometowns, they can find them if they have relatives who wish to move them back to their homeland.

As for the enemy, they were buried uniformly, without tombs, without tombstones. They died, as if they had never come to this world, no one cared about them, no one grieved for them, and they would sleep here forever, with the barren mountains and lonely mountains as their companions.

Perhaps, when a person dies, there will be no more disputes, no more rights and wrongs, no more joys and sorrows.

The horses were recovered, some of them screaming and screaming beside their owners, while others were no longer able to find their former companions.

All the people sang unknown songs around a dozen tombs, and the singing was rough and inexplicably sad. Li Xuanxin stood silently aside, and beside him was Shen Wan, who was silent. Not far away, Xiaoya sobbed in a low voice with sadness on her face.

The singing lasted for a long time, echoing in the mountains and forests, they sang over and over again, Xiaoya cried over and over again, tears had blurred her face.

The bearded Tie Cang was wrapped into a zongzi, he had been at the forefront during the battle, and at this moment he was standing, even if he was covered in bruises, he was still the backbone of this group of people. He didn't cry.

He took a deep look at the dozen or so tombs in front of him, as if to engrave them in his heart forever, he stretched out his right hand and pointed it on his eyebrows, and whispered: "May your soul drift back to your hometown with this 'hometown soul', and may you never leave sorrow." ”

Li Xuanxin was stunned when he heard this, this song is 'Wangxiang Soul'? What was it when you set up camp before?

Not good!

"Be careful!" He said loudly, and at the same time the steel knife in his hand was already in action.

Click! An extremely crisp sword impact sounded, and the steel knife in Li Xuanxin's hand snapped in response, and a black shadow paused, and then shot at Shen Wan not far away at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Shen Wan's eyes were shocked, but fortunately, with Li Xuanxin's warning and blocking, she raised the simple long sword in her hand indiscriminately, and the black shadow was finally blocked. Shen Wan's face also instantly turned extremely pale.

I saw that 'Xiao Ya', who was crying with tears just now, already had a fierce look on her face, and a handleless small sword hovered around her, the body of the small sword was deep and pitch black, but it reflected colorful colors in the surrounding air.

The pitch-black sword didn't seem to have recovered from the collision just now, and the sword body was still trembling in the constant hovering, making a 'buzzing' low sound.

Magic Sword!

Li Xuanxin's pupils suddenly constricted, and in the continuous consultation with Shen Wan along the way, he no longer knew anything about cultivation. If you can break the Han standard hundred steel sword with one blow without pressure, it must already be at the level of a magic sword.

And the person who can successfully control the magic sword is undoubtedly already a cultivator of the second realm!

One realm of self-cultivation, two realms of self-cultivation!

The cultivators of the second realm can already be called 'real people', they are different from ordinary monks, they are truly strong people who dominate the heavens and the earth.

Li Xuanxin suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness, and in front of the second realm, his strength and talent seemed so pale.

"It's just that you've just entered the second realm, and you haven't even fully refined your 'spirit', let alone cultivated your 'supernatural powers', and your ability to use the qi sword with one hand is unsatisfactory, and even the little cultivators of the 'Huanshen' realm can stop your magic sword, and you can learn from others to assassinate at your level? Be careful, but someone will take your life. Shen Wan snorted coldly, and said in a disdainful voice, full of arrogance.

The 'Xiao Ya' on the other side seemed to be really frightened, looking at the pitch-black magic sword that trembled endlessly, and recalled the force of the counterattack that the imperial sword had endured when it hit the sword in the hand of the cold woman in front of him just now. His brow furrowed.

The other party is no worse than himself at all, and maybe the realm is even higher than himself!

"Fortunately, I left enough time to observe before, and I didn't make a reckless move." She thought with some rejoicing.

Li Xuanxin was 'chuckling' in his heart at the moment, he thought that he had a certain understanding of Shen Wan, if it wasn't for the fact that the situation was really bad to the extreme, she would definitely prefer to use the sword in her hand to solve the problem, rather than verbally confronting the enemy.

This can only show that her current condition is indeed extremely poor, and she doesn't even have the strength to deliver a single blow.

Li Xuanxin quietly took out the divine crossbow, and began to load the arrows in front of everyone, and the sound of the bowstring twisting of 'click' and 'click' seemed extremely long at this moment.

He aimed the loaded Divine Machine Crossbow at 'Xiao Ya', his face calm.