The six major factions reacted quickly, and when they heard Wei Yixiao shouting, they reacted quickly. Some of them are very good at self-reliance, and they jump up quickly after turning their bodies upside down, and at the same time they dance weapons and shoot sharp arrows; Some of them turned over and jumped onto the avenue, standing close to the wall, staring at the rain of arrows with their eyes firmly on the flying arrows, and the clever ones had already broken or broken the door bolt and jumped into the house; What's more, he directly used the jack falling method, stepped on the roof and fell into the house.

Fan Yao and Ouyang Brothers were the fastest, and when they heard Wei Yixiao shouting, their years of combat experience made them jump backwards reflexively. After all, the Ouyang brothers' skills were weakened by one level, and they were one step behind Fan Yao, and they could not escape the coverage of the sharp arrows, so they could only jump back while dancing with their long swords to attack the sharp arrows.

"Whoosh......" sharp arrows rained down.

"Snort...... sharp arrows burrowed into the flesh of some of the people and shot at wood and other utensils.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" sharp arrows shot into the hard bluestone ground, bursting with sparks, and also striking the armor of the Tartar soldiers, only to clang.

The hardest parts of the heavy armor of the Tartar are the upper body armor, helmet, arm armor, and leg armor, and the defense of the back body is weaker than that of the front. The sharp arrows formed a curtain of arrows in the sky, and these Tartar soldiers reflexively turned backwards in place, while raising their scimitars to protect them outwards in front of their necks. On his neck is soft armor, and he lowers his head and faces the arrow curtain at a forty-five-degree angle on the top of his head.

The rain of arrows came in an instant, and at least a dozen sharp arrows were shot on the bodies of each Tartar soldier, only to hear the tinkling sound continuously, and a lot of sharp arrows fell from each soldier's side, only less than eight people were drilled in by sharp arrows through the cracks in the armor, and they were extremely unlucky, but they were only injured.

Compared with the Tartar soldiers, there were constantly miserable howls among the six major factions, and the disciples with weaker skills failed to escape the cover of the arrow rain in time, some were shot into hedgehogs in an instant, and some were subconsciously cried out under the severe pain of being injured.

After the rain of arrows, more screams and moans came from the houses on both sides of the avenue. From the beginning of the battle at Wan'an Temple, these local residents began to tremble and stay awake at night, but no one left their homes, and they were accustomed to the violent rule of the Tartars, and they did not think that dozens of sword-wielding men could cause much trouble, they only worried about the fish in the pond.

However, the arrival of the Tartar soldiers raised the trembling hearts of these local residents, and something big had happened. At this time, even if you want to leave home, you can't do it, so you can only resign yourself to fate.

The sharp arrows of the Tartars rained down, and the jack pendants of the six major factions broke straight into the house, and the frightened cries of the local residents disappeared a lot along with the rain of arrows. In a rain of arrows, the heaviest casualties were the locals who had lived in the capital for a long time.

"Whoosh ......" is another rain of arrows. This time, the six major factions were prepared, and no one was injured, but it was difficult to see the extreme when they looked at the dense sharp arrows on the avenue.

"Knock knock knock ......" accompanied by the rain of arrows, the Tartar soldiers reorganized their formation, facing Hou Cheng and others at the gate of Wan'an Temple, and the entire military array began to move.

Fan Yao and Brother Ouyang had already rushed to Hou Cheng's side, and the rain of arrows stopped more than ten zhang in front of them.

Wei Yi smiled and floated to him like a gust of wind, and his white face became even whiter.

"Where's Zhuang Zheng?" Wei Yixiao didn't see Zhuang Zheng's figure.

"Huh?" Fan Yao's face was shocked, could it be that Zhuang Zheng just reported to Mingzun, "Just now Zhuang Zheng was also fighting with the Tartar soldiers in front, maybe he couldn't run out." ”

Several people were shocked and looked forward anxiously, and at this moment, the Tartar soldiers reorganized their formation and began to move again.

"What should I do?" All of them ask themselves in their hearts. The reason why they dared to go up to the roof to sweep the Tartar crossbowmen just now was because they were scattered, and as a top martial arts master, there was still an opportunity to take advantage of it.

However, the Tartar archers now form a formation behind the warriors to shoot covering, and it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to break through the Tartar soldiers' formations.

"Zhuang Zheng? This kid is worthy of being a killer, and this idea can also be thought of. Wei Yixiao's sharp eyes saw Zhuang Zheng first.

I saw that a foot away from the Tartar battle array, Zhuang Zheng got out from under a fallen Tartar, took a quick step forward, and at the same time, the mace in his hand also slammed into a semicircle from back to front and smashed into the head of a Tartar soldier who had just stepped forward.

With a "bang", the entire head of the soldier who had just taken a step was smashed.

Zhuang Zheng swept down a few Tartars with a wave left and right, and then turned around and ran, running away in the blink of an eye with his half-step innate realm, without caring about his image and not having time to check the results.

The formation of the Tartar warriors had just been slightly disorganized, and they began to advance again under the command of Agudam.

The soldiers were divided into three routes, and the middle road pointed directly to Fan Yao and others. The left side pounced on the left side of the house, and the right side pounced on the right side of the house, all in groups of six, forming a circle formation, and slowly pressed towards the six major factions.

As the Tartars advanced, the rain of arrows gradually moved forward.

"It's hard to do." Fan Yao and the others said in unison.

The battle formation of the Tartar soldiers together is like a turtle shell, which is difficult to break. Now coupled with the constant rain of arrows in the sky, this is simply a joint air-ground strike, how can this battle be fought?

"Fan Zuo Envoy and Wei Bat King, both of you are innate masters, you should be able to break out with the sect master. Let's act quickly, here our brothers can kill one Tartar is one, and one less Tartar can be killed after all. Zhuang Zheng's face was heavy, and the current situation could only be like this.

Fan Yao and Wei Yi glanced at each other with a smile, their expressions extremely heavy. Wei Yixiao suddenly walked towards Zhang Wuji, squatted down, and observed carefully.

I saw Zhang Wuji's face ruddy, his face was like transparent white jade, and below the white jade were layers of blood waves, rolling wave after wave, bright red. There was a faint sound of turbulent waves.

"Knock", like a big drum vibrating, came from the heart with a loud bang.

Wei Yixiao was shocked in his heart, what kind of martial arts is this, it is really appalling that he can make such a strange movement. I wondered: The sect leader is already a miracle, could it be that there will be a breakthrough in the battle tonight? Looking at the situation of the sect leader, it is obvious that it is a critical moment of luck, and at this time, the sect leader must not be moved half a step, in case it causes the sect leader to go mad, and he will not regret it for the rest of his life. Isn't the future of the Holy Religion bleak again? No, even if you are crushed, you must hold out until the sect leader wakes up.

In an instant, Wei Yixiao made a decision in his heart. He said in a deep voice: "Brother Fan, Brother Ouyang, Zhuang Zheng, Hou Cheng, brothers. The sect leader's practice has reached the most critical moment, and it must not be moved at this moment. The safety of the Sect Leader is related to the great cause of the revival of the Holy Religion, and there is no room for failure. Brothers, prepare for a bloody battle. ”