After Liu Miao sent the message to Ye Daocheng again and ordered him to follow, he came to the cavalryman who had lost his horse in an instant, and punched out heavily.

The sergeant was thrown up like a sandbag, knocking one of the horsemen behind him to the ground.

At this point, it can be regarded as interrupting a wave of charge of the heavy cavalry, although the street is wide, but for the iron cavalry galloping on the field, it is still too small to easily change the formation of the charge.

Liu Qiaoyi stood and looked around. I saw that after the cavalry charged, nearly a hundred sergeants with swords and shields were still fearless even when they saw him breaking three horses in a row, and they were in a charging formation, which was already close in front of them.

And the three black-robed cultivators were already standing on the rooftops of the surrounding houses, watching the changes in the field condescendingly.

Liu Qiao's face was solemn, he knew that he must get out of this situation as soon as possible, and if he was later, he was afraid that the enemy would still have manpower to arrive.

His thoughts were spinning, and his hands kept moving, only to see a flash of light, and a bronze hammer appeared in his hand. With a clear shout, he used Yuan Li to bless his own strength, and with a wave of the copper hammer, he smashed the two people holding knives in front of him. The spell that had been prepared in the other hand was released instantly.

The runes flickered on the fingertips, and the raging flames gushed out from between the palms of their fingers, turning into a wave of fire that was a few feet high and swept and spread in all directions. For a moment, the sergeant who had already rushed to the front hurriedly raised his shield and retreated.

It can be seen that these nearly 100 sergeants are extraordinary at first glance, and they do not lack experience in dealing with cultivators. Although there was some chaos in the hurry, in an instant, their battle formation was closely coordinated again, and instead surrounded Liu and the two in a situation.

And the three black-robed cultivators on the roof also chose the corresponding positions, and the Yuan Force around them rippled with all kinds of brilliance.

Suddenly, two early stage cultivators of the Transformation Realm who were scattered on the rooftops on both sides of the street took the lead in making a move.

I saw that the two of them had the same seal, and the light rain under the traction of the thick Yuan Force suddenly stopped falling, and it was as if there was an invisible ditch that brought them together.

In just three breaths, the rain continued to gather, and it turned into two illusory dragons with teeth and claws.

They swirled in the air, occasionally entangled with each other, but suddenly pressed down as the two of them changed their seals.

Streams of water-blue brilliance continued to gush out from the mouths of the two dragons, spilling downward, and in the blink of an eye, the raging flames were gradually suppressed, and the flames gradually disappeared.

At the same time, the black-robed cultivator in the late stage of the Transformation God Realm also let out a loud shout, and a spear more than a foot long was held in his hand.

I saw that the whole body of the spear was dark gold, and the seal was engraved with dense mystical runes, and the brilliance was restrained, revealing a sense of solidity.

But with the infusion of the cultivator's Yuan power, those sealed runes seemed to come to life, constantly circulating in life and death, and wisps of sharp edges appeared from the edge of the spear, which made people feel cold.

Undoubtedly, this is a powerful magic weapon.

Liu Qiao, who was in the sea of fire, raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint hint of edge in his perception, and he actually locked him through the scorching flames.

As soon as his mind moved, the scorching flames around his body also surged and condensed, turning into a fire python that was three feet long.

It was violent, roared, rolled and rolled the waves of fire, forming an entrenched momentum, protecting Liu Qiao and Ye Daocheng in it.

It's just that these more than 100 sword and shield soldiers also have their own means of dealing with cultivators, and among them, there are even cultivators, and I saw them besieging them, and the long knives in their hands were held high. With a loud shout, Bai Yu Yu crushed the spirit jade on the handle of the knife at the same time.

The Yuan Force in the spirit jade did not collapse because of this, but instead traveled along with the lines on the body of the sword, and in an instant, the long knife shone with a glow.

"Hah"

More than 100 sergeants shouted together, and the sound converged deafeningly, and at the same time, they slashed down with their swords in one hand. More than 100 swords slashed out with the long knife and fell on the fire python.

Even if the fire python that the fire spirit turned into was extraordinary, after being attacked so intensively, the body condensed by the flames was a little more illusory and a little crumbling.

At this moment, the breathtaking spear finally arrived, wrapped in unparalleled might, like golden thunder, and fell with a bang. It became the straw that broke the camel's back.

The fire python raged and let out a silent roar. But after all, it is difficult to escape the fate of disintegration.

The flames turned into sparks and dissipated, and the figures of Liu Xiao and Ye Daocheng reappeared in everyone's sight. The dark gold spear had lost its former brilliance and was slanted a dozen paces in front of them.

I saw Liu Qiao's eyebrows furrowed, his face was bloodless, and his body trembled lightly from time to time, obviously gritting his teeth and persevering. The sleeve of his right hand had been broken in half, a line of blood had crossed his elbow, the skin was open, and Sensen's white bones could be seen in the deepest part. Bright red blood flowed down, and it was hard to imagine that with the powerful vitality in his body, he could not immediately stop the bleeding.

"Liu ......" Ye Daocheng looked at the scene in front of him, his heart was shocked, and there were tears hidden in his eyes, but he was interrupted by the man in front of him as soon as he said a word in a trembling voice.

Liu Miao gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay." ”

He waved the eight-flute copper hammer in his left hand and put it away, and at the same time took a step forward to open his body, standing in a splitting position, and the essence in his body rushed to drive the vitality in his body to fall on the right arm of his hand.

With just one breath, the intense vitality cleared the Yuan Force and sharpness from the wound. The visible wound gradually stopped, at least no blood remained.

The cultivator of the Transformation Divine Realm also made a move, he stretched out his hand, and the spear inserted in the ground rose on its own, dragging a golden ray in the air and landing in his hand.

More than 100 sergeants armed with swords and shields also quickly retreated, and returned to defend in front of the archers. Only a dozen or so cultivators from the Tibetan Spirit Realm were left to surround Liu and the two in the middle.

"Who of you is Ye Guquan's disciple?" the cultivator in the late stage of the Transformation God Realm asked, his voice a little hoarse.

Liu Wan didn't bother to answer, he already knew that Ye Guquan was the real person who protected the country in Jing'an. But it's already at this time, and it's not interesting for both sides to say this, the other party asks this just to delay time.

As for Ye Daocheng, he didn't speak, although his personality is simple, it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand anything.

The black-robed man was not in a hurry when he saw that no one answered, his face covered by the black robe was a little puzzled, and he didn't know why he had some bad premonitions in his heart, and the two people who looked like caged birds did not act rashly. Of course, it is to wait for more people to come, and it is more secure.

Looking at the dragon condensed by the two spells swimming in the air, he glanced at the black-robed cultivator who was holding a golden spear and watching the transformation. Liu Miao said to Ye Daocheng beside him: "Brother Ye has seen you." ”

Ye Daocheng nodded, he had already been preparing for a long time. Slowly closing his eyes, an extremely large sharp will swept away around him.

Suddenly, everyone in the field, whether it was those sergeants or the three cultivators, could feel as if a sharp sword had penetrated through their bodies, slashing heavily at the divine soul, causing their minds to go blank.

"Bang bang" two times in a row, and the dragon formed by the condensation of rain suddenly collided and exploded after losing control. It also woke up everyone.

The first to wake up was naturally the highest realm cultivator. He hurriedly glanced at it, and saw that the two young men were gone. Just by looking at the sword and shield soldiers and archers who were on their backs, you could know the whereabouts of those two men.

"Chase!" only to hear him roar, and the figure disappeared first.

Liu Wan carried the pale and unconscious Ye Daocheng on his back, and kept flying over the roofs of the city. Now, there's no point in hiding it. All that is done now is to rush out of the city as fast as possible, but I don't know what the situation is at the city gate now.

He glanced up at the tall walls, but gave up on his plans to climb over them.

Hurrying all the way, carrying Ye Daocheng on his back, it took him a long stick of incense to vaguely see the city gate in front of him. Looking back, a little golden light has appeared in sight. Turning his head, he exerted his strength again, and even used the secret method to chase the stars, and his speed increased instantly.

A moment later, Liu and the two had already arrived in front of the city gate, and he galloped through without slowing down.

For there was a man standing still in front of the city gate, which was wide open, and around him there were dozens of fallen soldiers, but there was not a trace of blood on his body.

It was a young man dressed in gray with a gentle smile on his face. Liu Miao recognized him because he was the young owner of a tea shop outside the city.

Liu Miao hurried by, did not linger, and did not have time to express his gratitude.

The young man did not speak when he looked at the backs of the two of them who were still moving away at a high speed when they left the city gate, and the corners of his mouth still had a gentle smile. But when he turned his head again, his eyes were cold as he looked at the approaching golden light.

With a wave of his hand, a dark green mist wafted out from between his sleeves.

The strange thing is that the fog was not only not dissipated by the rain, but seemed to have a strange gathering force, and actually gathered and pulled the rain to form a dark green water curtain, blocking the city gate hole.

The surface of the dark green water curtain ripples in circles, but if you look closely, you can find that the water curtain and the dark green mist do not merge, but more like the mist clinging to the water curtain, with countless hair-thin tentacles gently rhythmic.

The young man finished all this, and seeing that the golden light was approaching, he disappeared with an evil smile and a cold snort, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, the black-robed cultivator finally arrived in front of the city gate.

In fact, all this is just a matter of breath.

He didn't defend the light curtain, but chose to stop.

Reaching out and removing the cloak that covered his face, he revealed the face of a middle-aged man. His skin was slightly dark, his face was full of stubble, his nose was hooked, and his eyes were as cold as a knife, as if he could cut off a piece of flesh at a glance.

He just stood there, looking at the fallen sergeant, his hands clenched into fists and making a creaking sound. Apparently furious to the extreme. But he was full of fear of the light curtain in front of him.

Because this dark green mist is a kind of poison, and it also has a peculiar name called "lingering", and there is only one person in Jing'an Kingdom who can actually use such a method, named Yu Nian.

It's just that he obviously didn't expect to meet this legendary character here today, and he subconsciously recalled the story in his mind, but the people in the story involved the big people in Jing'an, and he didn't dare to speak lightly.

According to legend, ten years ago, somewhere in Jing'an country, there was a vision in the sky, and there were heavy treasures born in the mountains, and countless people flocked to it.

Among them was Yu Nian, who was just in the Hidden Spirit Realm at that time, but he was extremely lucky and won the opportunity.

It's just that if you get your hands, you have to keep the land, which is your own opportunity. Some people see that his realm is low, which is naturally even more eye-catching, and then there is the common drama of killing people and overselling goods.

What he never expected was that Yu Nian relied on all kinds of strange poisons to escape his life by being attacked and killed by a God Transformation Realm cultivator.

At the time, everyone thought that this was the end of the matter. Just three months later, I didn't expect that the person who attacked and killed Yu Nian suddenly died in the family.

That family easily found out about Yu Nian's body. After confirming that it was Yu Nian at this time, and after getting his own admission, he was furious, and swore to kill this person by all means, both openly and secretly.

It's just that in the end, another cultivator of the Transformation God Realm in his clan died violently, and he gradually lost his momentum.

Later, news came out that the strange poison used by this person to poison and kill the cultivators of the God Realm was dark green like a tentacle like a maggot on the tarsal bone to erode the Yuan Force, which was called "lingering".

"Boom"

A thunderbolt exploded out of thin air, and a miserable white lightning flashed away, and the black-robed cultivator's face also turned pale, a little terrifying.

The long-accumulated torrential rain is pouring down.