Fan Yao's gaze in the fierce battle couldn't help but sweep towards Zhang Wuji, only to see that he was still standing so casually, but he was standing so casually, none of the surrounding monks, warriors and Tartars dared to step forward, and he couldn't help but have a deep admiration for his martial arts cultivation, and at the same time, he also had more ideas for his future cultivation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking of this, Fan Yao felt bitter in his heart, slapped a monk warrior with one palm, and attacked a Tartar soldier again. No matter how many thoughts you have in your heart, let's get through this difficult time first.

At this moment, Hou Cheng and his personal guards had already formed an arrow array, and they aimed their bows and arrows at the backs of Tartar and the others.

It turned out that these people were too focused on the front, and the number of Hou Cheng and others was small, and no one found out when they came.

"Whoosh......" More than two dozen sharp arrows shot out in an instant.

The sound of "......" kept coming, it was the sound of sharp arrows piercing into the flesh.

Although the battle ahead attracted everyone's attention, the sound of Hou Cheng and the others bouncing their bows was still heard by some of the Tartar elites, and they turned around quickly, but what they saw was a sharp arrow flying at great speed.

"Ah...... Enemy attack. A scream shouted quickly and highly, and the sound of an alarm also came out, and one by one the Tartar soldiers and monks and warriors turned around.

As early as after shooting the first arrow, Hou Cheng rushed forward with the first team with a waist knife in his hand, and at the same time did not forget to throw the small axe in his left hand.

The Tartar soldiers and monks and warriors who had just turned around instantly met more than a dozen small axes that were rapidly spinning and approaching, and it was impossible to dodge at such a close distance.

With a scream, Hou Cheng and others held waist knives and collided violently with the Tartar soldiers and the monks and warriors.

Hou Cheng's full attention was focused on Zhang Wuji, and he deeply remembered the matter of protecting the Dharma for the sect leader. Now the sect leader is under siege, and there is only one person by his side, Fan You, and he has not seen him as the captain of the sect leader's personal guard, and he didn't come until this time, even if there are tens of millions of reasons, it is already a great dereliction of duty.

Eager, Hou Cheng shot with all his might, and the waist knife in his hand kept hitting the Tartar soldiers in front of him, his moves had no tricks, not good-looking at all, but they were very practical, completely battlefield fighting, but with his first-class martial arts cultivation, the power was not much better than that of ordinary soldiers.

Under the leadership of Hou Cheng, the pro-guard team walked in an almost straight line, heading in the direction of Zhang Wuji, and in an instant, dozens of Tartars and monks and warriors fell on their way forward.

When Fan Yao was feeling struggling, more than 20 warriors suddenly broke into the periphery, slashing at the Tartars on the periphery, and his heart was suddenly overjoyed, although he didn't know who these people were, but just from the fact that they killed the Tartars, it could be seen that they must be brothers in the sect.

Fan Yao, who was originally very happy, couldn't help frowning when he saw these people killing Zhang Wuji straight towards him, and a sword was slashed, and the throats of the three monks and warriors were cracked at the same time.

As soon as his body turned, the long sword followed his turn and slashed towards the tartar beside him, and a few people suddenly fell beside him, so he allowed some effort and shouted at Hou Cheng: "Brother who made the axe, are you the brother of Ruijin Qi?" ”

Hou Cheng, who was charging, suddenly heard Fan Yao's shouting, the pace of the charge slowed down, and he slashed over a Tartar with a knife, and shouted: "Hou Cheng, the captain of the subordinate sect leader's personal guards, has seen Fan You's envoy. As he spoke, he cut down another tartar.

"Sect Master's Guard?" Fan Yao was stunned in his heart, there was no such organization in the sect before, but he immediately reacted, now is not the time to study this, and hurriedly shouted: "Captain Hou, move closer to me, kill these Tartars first and then join the sect leader." ”

Hou Cheng's waist knife cut out paused, what did Fan You mean by this? I'm the captain of the Sect Master's personal guard, and it's my duty to protect the Sect Master, so why would he say such a thing to me when he already knows my identity? Just when he was stunned, a monk warrior keenly seized the opportunity, and a ring knife quietly stabbed him in the abdomen, with a hideous expression on his face.

Hou Cheng frowned, "You are a character like you, and you also want to sneak attack?" Licentious. The shield in his left hand was lightly blocked, and the ring knife was pinned to the left, and the waist knife in his right hand had already pierced into his abdomen, stirring and pumping, the monk and warrior instantly stared like a bull's eye, and a large mouthful of blood mixed with various inexplicable substances gushed into his throat, and when Hou Cheng's waist knife was withdrawn, he fell to the ground weakly.

Hou Cheng didn't even look at him, and walked forward.

The gap in the realm is fatal in battle, and Hou Cheng now believes in this more and more, which has also become the driving force behind his desperate cultivation. What's more, he was originally a soldier, and he was already familiar with the matter of killing, and he couldn't be more familiar with it, and he was probably more natural than the Bat King and others.

"Brothers, move closer to Fan You's side and clear out these small characters first." Although Hou Cheng didn't quite understand why Fan Yao gave him such an order, he still made a decisive decision. Of course, the main reason in his heart is still the trust in the strength of the sect leader, since he became the captain of the sect leader's personal guard, his most real feeling is the blind worship of the sect leader's ghostly martial arts.

Hou Cheng led the guards to advance towards the place where Fan Yao was, and their style of play was completely the way of fighting soldiers, forming a formation, and cooperating with close attacks and long-range. Because they are all battlefield veterans with martial arts, they are more lethal and staying power than ordinary veterans.

With the help of the personal guards, Fan Yao suddenly felt that the pressure had decreased a lot, and he glanced at Hou Cheng and the others who were advancing rapidly, and his mind suddenly moved.

When he left the Guangming Peak back then, there was no such thing as the sect leader's personal guard in the sect, and as for people like Hou Cheng who were just children back then, he had no possibility of understanding.

Tonight's battle made him deeply understand the difference between the battlefield and the rivers and lakes. Most of the battles he has encountered have been battles of rivers and lakes, that is, fights between people in the martial arts, and it is rare to have group battles of this scale. Although Mingjiao was determined to expel the Tartars back then, and there were countless small battles with the Tartars, for Fan Yao, who was the right envoy of light, it was always a means to capture the enemy and capture the king, and he took the high-level route.

For pawns, he disdains to kill, so naturally he has no experience in large-scale group battles. So it wasn't until today that he found out that if he didn't look at him as a congenital, if there were too many pawns, it would also bring him pressure, and even, it might even bring him harm.