The Demon Race is a fierce cavalry and a powerful man, and in its former war of expansion and aggression, the ironclad cavalry is the enemy's nightmare, with both excellent Illidan horses and brutal tall soldiers, making it rapidly expand into the most extensive country on the continent.

The people living in the south of the continent live in the terrifying legends of the demon race every day, and they all think that the people of the Northern Underworld are some bull-headed and horse-faced monsters, and they also think that the Northern Underworld is really the so-called evil cult.

As Nan Heng, who is closest to the Northern Underworld, it is relatively clear that the Northern Underworld is just a flesh-and-blood human race, and even the blood of the demon god above 10,000 people is also bright red.

What makes people feel terrible is just its million iron horses, if one day Nanheng can no longer stop the Northern Wilderness, then the vast North Hells Iron Horse will rush down, and the entire Middle Earth may be reduced to the realm of the demon race.

Looking up at the four sky-high water columns, Li Xiaoyang did not hesitate, and continued to step forward, he had no other purpose this time, just to simply cause trouble, he wanted the entire Tianyin Sect to know that he Li Xiaoyang was not easy to bully.

Although the trip was made in a hurry, he did not come unprepared, sensing that more and more black clothes were approaching him, he untied the bandage on the scabbard and carefully sensed the wind and grass around him.

I thought that Ying Hao would at least let him walk up the mountainside before he started, but he didn't expect to be so anxious, but it doesn't get in the way, these spies are generally small minions who are only good at concealment and not good at martial arts, Li Xiaoyang has all the confidence to defeat them, even if the enemy can't be beaten, at least he can ensure that he can retreat with his whole body.

By the quarter of a minute, there were already twenty people in black around him, and Li Xiaoyang secretly estimated in his heart that these black-clothed people sneaking in the bushes were only about the third order, but there were too many of them, and he couldn't imagine that this Ying Hao looked up to him so much!

There are few outsiders in the Tianyin Sect, after all, there are masters in the sect itself, there are three generations of people with the surname Ji who are unique in the world, there are thousands of people with the surname of winning, and there are thousand-year-old seals hidden in the mountains and mountains, so there is no need for those third-rate nine factions to come to help.

So Li Xiaoyang is relieved that there should be no masters of the inner sect among these black-clothed people, after all, to send these arrogant grandmasters, it is not something that can be bought by money and status, but if this Ying Hao really has such a scheming, he will inevitably leave a hand, maybe this Ying Hao is just a little Boshi, and the real mastermind behind the scenes is still shallow in the water.

Almost at the same time, twenty-two short swords were suddenly unsheathed, but as soon as the cold light appeared, they shot in front of Li Xiaoyang.

If some high-level monks see the movements of these black-clothed spies, they must definitely be amazed at the speed of their actions, where are they just spies who survey intelligence, they are clearly well-trained assassins, but at the moment when the flying sword is about to collide with Li Xiaoyang, Li Xiaoyang's body suddenly turns, and swishing past all the flying swords, as if he expected the trajectory of all the flying swords, how amazing this divine sense must be!

Seeing this scene, the more than twenty assassins were all dumbfounded, and the eyes under the veil may have been about to stare into goldfish eyes, obviously the flying sword flew towards Li Xiaoyang accurately, even if there was a slight mistake, it would not all be dodged by him, and just now Li Xiaoyang was clearly like predicting the direction of all the flying swords, and his body just turned a few times to dodge all the flying swords.

Standing up slowly, the bandage of the scabbard on Li Xiaoyang's hand had been completely untied, revealing the dazzling dragon pattern inside. At the dragon's head with the golden pattern of the scabbard, there are engraved four big characters that can shock everyone, Li Tang in the prosperous world!

"Come out, little mice." He suddenly drew his sword, and the clear shadow did not point at any of the black-clothed assassins present, but directly at the yellow-robed monk on the platform of the water pillar!

Although he was dressed very ordinarily, ordinary to the point of being a humble scholar, his waist-length hair was tied up without curling, and he was allowed to swing, his complexion was like white jade mutton fat, plain but not pale, and he raised his hand and held a sword and pointed directly at the statue of the white tiger of the Rui Beast, from the handsome head to the slender long legs, everywhere exuded an arrogant and domineering heroic spirit.

"Are all the bullying dogs in the Tianyin Sect?" With a golden scabbard in one hand and a clear shadow in the other, the murderous aura emanating from Li Xiaoyang's body was like a wave, shaking everyone's souls.

Even Ying Hao, who was far away on the top of the mountain, sensed a trace of terrifying killing intent and exclaimed: This kid, the intelligence shows that there is only a fourth-order cultivation, why is the murderous aura so heavy? Could it really be that the old man of Ji Chengzhong invited him?

Hearing Li Xiaoyang's provocation, more than 20 assassins still did not make a move, but waited and watched, after all, Li Xiaoyang's dodge just now was simply amazing, like a web composed of dense swords, but it was able to be unscathed.

"Don't you dare to come out? Then I'll go in! "Although Li Xiaoyang has a fifth-order cultivation, it is not a problem to deal with these third-order cultivation alone, but he is outnumbered, and his cultivation is best known to him, vain and uncertain, I don't know if there will be mistakes like yesterday, so if you want to win easily, you have to put on a tiger skin and fight terrifyingly, so as to solve these minions as soon as possible.

Although they did not attack, these twenty or so people were not afraid that Li Xiaoyang could defeat them, and they were alone, even if they were the grandmasters of Xuyuan, they had the confidence to work together to hunt and kill. It's just that they never imagined that this blue-robed man actually broke into their encirclement and rushed to the place with the most dense number of people.

The speed of the fifth order was used by Li Xiaoyang to the extreme, and he shuttled flexibly through the trees, even a master of the sixth order strength did not dare to maintain this speed interspersed in the trees with complex terrain, to be so flexible, Li Xiaoyang relied on his own divine sense and calculation, in the eyes of the twenty assassins, they were hunters, but in Li Xiaoyang's virtual world, everyone, including Ying Hao, was his prey.

"Phew!" A loud whistle sounded, and twenty assassins rushed up, they didn't believe that Li Xiaoyang had such a great ability to get out alive, but they just took Ying Hao's order, they could only be captured alive, not hunted, so the flying sword just now was actually slightly reserved, not aimed at Li Xiaoyang's vital point, otherwise, Li Xiaoyang in their eyes would have already been lying down.

Under the heavy surroundment, Li Xiaoyang was not afraid of danger, their encirclement was expected by him, and naturally he had his countermeasures, the so-called enemy was strong and I retreated, he stepped on a stone with his left foot, and his body quickly fell to the side, in front of him, his only advantage was speed.

After Li Xiaoyang left the ground again, the stone shattered suddenly, and the debris stone powder that was stirred up blocked the vision of the first person, Li Xiaoyang saw the opportunity to stab the shadow in his hand, and the end of the four-foot qi happened to pierce the pupil of the person, and a large amount of blood bloomed in an instant.

After succeeding, Li Xiaoyang of course immediately dodged, and escaped safely in the crack of the encirclement, and sneered: "The lackeys of the winner are not even as good as my family's inferior guards, and they want to arrest me?" Let that Ying Hao come down in person! With that, he caught a lone man at the tail of the assassin's formation and pierced him in the chest without mercy.

He doesn't like to kill, it can be said to be disgust, because he has killed himself, and he knows deeply that the feeling of dying is not wonderful at all, at the moment when the soul is torn apart from the **, it is like being strangled by countless knives, and the burning sensation makes you feel like you are in purgatory, he doesn't know if others feel this way, but he does, so killing people makes him disgusted with himself, but these assassins in front of him who hinder his footsteps have to die, and Ying Hao, who is watching coldly from the side of the building, also deserves to die, and the entire Tianyin Sect, he feels damned!

"Ah......h

"What? Didn't you fly the sword with confidence just now, why don't you fly now? Fly? ”

The clouds cleared, and countless arrows appeared in the center of the circle surrounded by soldiers, and they were densely inserted into an arrow basket and swirled in a circle.

In the layers of wrapping, Yu Yuanxun meditated on the spot, his face expressionless, and used his spiritual power to force the drama out of his body, looking at the dense soldiers outside through a line of gaps. "Han Yufeng can enter a thousand heavily armored troops to assassinate one person, if he enters a no-man's land, then now in the face of four hundred iron cavalry, can I only take one person's head?"

The north wind is bleak, and the killing intent is depressed. Thousands of arrows suddenly collapsed and scattered all over the ground, and the man with two swords in the center slowly stood up, his eyes reflected a cold light, and he looked straight at the purple woman behind the yellow-robed man.

"You dare to kill me?" The purple girl stared at Yu Yuanxun and asked word by word.

Yu Yuanxun did not speak and took a step forward.

"Shoot!" The purple girl gave the order again, and the arrows were fired in unison.

In the face of thousands of flying arrows, Yu Yuanxun was not in a hurry or panic, let the arrow rain hit his body, and was quickly bounced away.

Qin Haocheng watched as an invisible barrier formed outside Yu Yuanxun's body, blocking all attacks, and began to think about whether his sword could break through this barrier.

After a wave of arrows was fired, Yu Yuanxun suddenly exerted his strength, flying at a high speed like a ballista, the light of the two swords in his hands was displayed, and the sword gang immediately shot out.

Zi Nu and Qin Haocheng made a move at the same time, and the two barriers blocked the front, and there were signs of fusion.

There was another strong impact, and Qin Haocheng and the Purple Girl both flew out upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Wai!" The soldiers attacked forward to stop this Yu Yuanxun.

Yu Yuanxun got into the horse team, and with a pick, one of the horsemen fell from his horse and swung sideways, and the other soldier was cut off by the waist. His two swords spun, and suddenly the sand flew wildly, rolling up the bloody rain.

The Demon Race is a fierce cavalry and a powerful man, and in its former war of expansion and aggression, the ironclad cavalry is the enemy's nightmare, with both excellent Illidan horses and brutal tall soldiers, making it rapidly expand into the most extensive country on the continent. The people living in the south of the continent live in the terrifying legends of the demon race every day, and they all think that the people of the Northern Underworld are some bull-headed and horse-faced monsters, and they also think that the Northern Underworld is really the so-called evil cult. As Nan Heng, who is closest to the Northern Underworld, it is relatively clear that the Northern Underworld is just a flesh-and-blood human race, and even the blood of the demon god above 10,000 people is also bright red. What makes people feel terrible is just its million iron horses, if one day Nanheng can no longer stop the Northern Wilderness, then the vast North Hells Iron Horse will rush down, and the entire Middle Earth may be reduced to the realm of the demon race.

Thirty years ago, Li Yu stood up and blocked the horned snake of the North Underworld, thirty years later, is Li Yu old enough to still be able to block the demon lord who is eyeing him?

Yu Yuanxun is a dead soldier of the Li family, and his duty is to die, die for the righteousness of the country, die for King Li's faith, and die for the future of His Royal Highness. His father had said that the dead deserve to die.

He sped forward, his twin swords swinging, and with each step, one of his pawns fell to the ground and died. But the cavalry seemed to be endless, constantly appearing in front of him, constantly blocking his way, they all seemed to be dying, knowing the disparity in strength, they still attacked Yu Yuanxun desperately.