But it was said that Wei Yixiao, Zhuang Zheng and others rushed to the door, and Wei Yixiao slapped his palm on the door eagerly, and the innate level of the cold ice palm was extraordinary. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Near the door latch, within a radius of one foot, it instantly froze, and Wei Yixiao's palm printed on the door instantly exerted force, and the door burst open, revealing a broken door latch, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Zhuang Zheng looked at the ice ballast at the crack of the door latch, which was thick enough to be a fist, and a look of envy flashed in his eyes, and he was even more longing for the innate nature.

"There is a crossbow array, brethren be careful." Just when Zhuang Zheng was envious, Wei Yixiao's strange cry came.

"Shield in hand, scattered attack." Zhuang Zheng shouted loudly, and casually took off a shield from his back, but his shield was obviously much larger than the others'.

The soldiers of the Ruijin Banner quickly took off the shield they were carrying, and with the shield in their left hand and the sword in their right, they scattered to both sides.

The members of the pro-guard team were mainly selected from Ruijin Banner, and they were naturally very familiar with this set, and they all followed Zhuang Zheng's set when Wei Yixiao called the police.

Besides, Wei Yi smashed the door latch with a smile and broke in. The gate suddenly opened, and the samurai guarding the gate in the temple were also taken aback. You must know that the gate of the temple is usually not opened, only on important festivals or when there are distinguished guests will be opened, usually the big guys walk through the side door.

It would be completely dark, but the side door would still be open. The side door is open and the door is opened, and the person who comes must be friend or foe. The four guards drew their swords at the same time, and slashed at Wei Yixiao while sending out a warning signal.

Wei Yi laughed and slapped four palms in a row, and the four guards fell to the ground with blue faces, such an opponent was not a threat to him at all.

Leveling the four guards, Wei Yi smiled and floated out like a ghost, he could remember what the sect leader said, the real master is in the tower, and there is naturally a sharp golden banner here.

But he didn't expect to float out six or seven feet away, and when he turned a corner along the corridor, in a spacious courtyard, a crossbow array composed of a hundred Tartar soldiers was ready to go.

As soon as he showed his head, hundreds of crossbow arrows shot over, and such a close distance really shocked him into a cold sweat. Suddenly, he floated back like a ghost, hiding in the corner, and then shouted a warning.

"Grandma's, careless, almost careless." Wei Yi smiled and scolded secretly, while operating his divine sense, and his internal force flashed out with all his strength.

In his heart, he was envious of the sect leader's huge spiritual power, if it weren't for the fact that he felt sorry for his spiritual power, he wouldn't have almost lost his mind just now.

Wei Yixiao, who flashed out again, met hundreds of crossbow arrows, but this time because of the help of his divine sense, he knew the direction of the crossbow arrows at a glance, and he was really good at light skills, so although the crossbow arrows looked very dense, he still quickly approached in the arrow array.

Wei Yixiao's body turned into a cyan phantom, and many crossbow arrows directly penetrated the phantom, but the phantom was already rapidly pressing towards the arrow array.

It's a lot of gossip, but it's all happening in the blink of an eye. The crossbow array only had time to shoot a round of crossbow arrows, and Wei Yixiao waved two silver shining palms and was about to break into the crossbow array.

"Smash" burst into a loud shout, which startled Wei Yixiao, and subconsciously looked around, and at the same time spread his divine consciousness unreservedly, could it be that the Tartar still has a means that he has not discovered.

At this moment, there was a distortion in his consciousness, and he saw a hundred crossbowmen in front of him smash the crossbows in their hands towards him at the same time.

The angry Wei smiled and scolded, kicked down, and threw himself towards the crowd in front of him.

"Brush, brush, brush" After the hundred crossbowmen threw out their crossbows, they pulled out the scimitars on their waists and attacked Wei Yixiao, and the two sides quickly twisted together.

There were also more than 100 monks and warriors with high hats around them, holding ring swords and staring menacingly.

These hundred crossbowmen are all good hands who have survived on the battlefield for many years, and they have long been accustomed to fighting, and they have long been handy at killing, and they have a very tacit understanding when attacking.

Wei Yi slapped a Tartar to death with one palm, but found that there were scimitars on his head, chest, stomach, back, thighs, calves, and feet, which was a real all-round attack.

All the attacking scimitars appeared one by one in his divine consciousness, and because of this, Wei Yixiao's heart was extremely shocked, and when he stepped a little, his body was instantly parallel to the ground, and his left palm slapped on a scimitar that was cut at the same time, and his body spun out of the crack with the power of this knife.

Turning out more than a zhang and landing on both feet, Wei Yixiao looked at the Tartar who was slowly approaching him with neat steps with a look of astonishment, he had never found that the ordinary soldiers of the Tartar had such a powerful strength.

He didn't know that these 100 people were from the 10,000-person team of the Tartar Emperor himself, and the full strength was exactly 10,000. This is the last hole card in the hands of the successive emperors of the Tartars, and it is the real dead man. All of them are selected from the major battlefields, and for every person lost, one person will be replaced, no more, no less. Every year, 2,000 people go to the battlefield to fight, the living ones remain in office, and the dead are replenished by elite soldiers from other units. The meaning of the existence of this army is to kill and sacrifice, to kill for the emperor and sacrifice for the emperor, they are a group of people who have no ego, and the only meaning of life is to do these two things for the emperor, but this is something that Wei Yixiao does not know.

Due to Zhang Wuji's abnormal rise, Mingjiao has become the number one enemy of the Tartar court under his leadership, and the entire Tartar ruling group has formed a unified opinion on him, that is, Zhang Wuji must be eliminated as soon as possible and Mingjiao must be destroyed.

In order to show his attention and respect for them, he also specially allocated five hundred-person teams from his own team of 10,000 people to be dispatched by the Yin Yang Archmage, and the 100 people here are only one of the five hundred-person teams.

At the beginning, the arrogant monk master who came down from the Great Snow Mountain was reluctant to take over the five hundred-person team, and it was only after a fight that he willingly took over. In this tentative battle of less than half a pillar of incense, a hundred-person team lost 30%, and the loss ratio of the ordinary monk warrior team who came down from the Great Snow Mountain was 10% more than them, which couldn't help but make the Yin Yang Archmage's eyelids jump.

The Tartar soldiers I met before, although they also formed battle formations, there were always cracks to drill, especially for a master like Wei Yixiao, it was even more relaxed.

But this time, Wei Yixiao's eyes narrowed unprecedentedly, and he paid unprecedented attention to these opponents whose cultivation was far lower than his.