There are as many as ten people at the ninth sentry, including two martial artists, and the remaining eight are all samurai, but this is not an obstacle at all for Qi An, who is a martial artist, even if ten people are martial artists, they can't stop Qi An's progress.

The result was not unexpected, compared to the samurai who could be killed in one blow, the two martial artists did not hold on to seven or eight moves, and within ten breaths, blood was splashed all over the ground, and no one survived.

"Hmph! It's just a bunch of local chickens and dogs, and the only ones who really deserve to be taken seriously are probably those three bandit leaders Wu Zong!"

Qi An looked at the corpse on the ground with disdain, and set off to continue walking.

The tenth post was obviously prepared, there were as many as forty or fifty people, nearly one-third of whom were martial artists, and more than a dozen martial artists were lined up in two columns with melee weapons in their hands, all of them with heavy faces, as if they were facing a great enemy. The remaining thirty or so martial artists were a little farther away, standing in the outer circle, basically equipped with throwing weapons such as bows and crossbows or short spears, forming a semicircle, all staring at the oncoming Qi'an.

Under normal circumstances, more than ten elite martial artists plus a group of warriors with long-range weapons are enough to fight with Wuzong, and even siege and kill is possible, obviously the bandits in Liuxian Village have already defined the offender as a martial artist level and are fully prepared.

Despite the fierce battle on the other side, Qi An was fearless, and rushed towards the group of martial artists without slowing down at all, and the two black iron scythes shone with the luster of death, and swung fiercely towards the crowd.

The fourteen martial artists on the other side did not choose to fight hard, but scattered one after another, all kinds of swords and swords formed one barrier after another, stopping Qi An's rushing momentum together, and the warriors who were a little farther away fired their bows and crossbows together, and occasionally there were a few short spears with throwing spears, all of which were shooting towards Qi An overwhelmingly.

Qi An faced so many enemies for the first time, it was inevitable that he was inexperienced, and he fell into a lore siege in an instant, the front and left and right sides were full of swords and sword shadows and arrows flying all over the sky, and there was no room for dodge or parry at all, at this time the only choice was to retreat to avoid the edge temporarily, but more than a dozen throwing spears were all behind him, even if he retreated, he still had to receive a lot of attacks.

"Fight!"

Qi An gritted his teeth and roared in his heart, not retreating but advancing, the soles of his feet kicked the ground, and suddenly jumped high, out of the range of light and shadow composed of more than a dozen melee blades, holding a scythe in each hand and dancing as impermeable as a wheel, several oncoming spears and arrows were knocked away by the sickles in his hands, and in an instant, he jumped into the rear of the bandits unscathed.

The bandits were afraid that they never expected the other party to be so brave and bold, and they didn't choose to retreat safely, but broke through the air with the risk of possible injury, and they were all a little stunned for a while. But Qi An did not pause at all, taking advantage of the opportunity of everyone to be stunned, he quickly rushed into the back row of samurai and opened a killing ring, and two ordinary agricultural scythes reaped life wantonly like the death scythe.

Wu Zong against the samurai, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, no enemy, just a wave of the hand, must take away a life, and when the martial artists reacted and retreated to rescue, the peripheral long-range attack formation has been hit by Qi An, collapsed, and seven or eight people died in a blink of an eye, this is still because the warriors of the peripheral remote support stood relatively open, did not gather together, otherwise the casualties would be doubled.

However, the warriors with melee weapons in their hands were not mediocre hands, and they were all fierce and fearless to the death, and soon intercepted Qi An, preventing him from slaughtering the archers and warriors. So Qi An quickly changed his tactics, but with the convenience of his thin body, he shuttled and intertwined in the group of martial artists, hindering the shooting of long-range archers with the tall size of melee martial artists, and the two scythes also swung at the right time, making all the martial artists hang colors from time to time.

Judging from the situation, it turned out that Qi An had the upper hand, and the bandits could not inflict effective damage on it, but someone would fall after a while, and two of the fourteen martial artists soon died, and one was cut off an arm, losing most of his combat strength, and the remaining eleven were mostly injured, all of which were cut by scythes.

Obviously, the clever Qi An had found a way to deal with the group battle, but to his surprise, these bandits were still fighting in high spirits despite being at a disadvantage, and none of them fled, even temporarily retreating, not out of fear, as if they were confident that they would win the final victory.

- Something is wrong, huh?

Qi An muttered in his heart, he fought with the bandits more than once, knowing that once the general trend has gone, the bandits will scatter and flee for their lives, and they will never be so brave, I am afraid that these people still have hole cards in their hands, otherwise they should have fled back and found another countermeasure, and no matter how bad it is, they should change their combat methods.

Qi Ansi didn't understand what the problem was after thinking about it, so he could only keep an eye on it, and still continued to fight in an orderly manner, showing no mercy under his hands, and soon killed two more martial artists.

Four of the fourteen martial artists died, and three were seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness, only seven martial artists were left on the field to besiege Qi An, and even the surrounding warriors who were supporting and shooting more than ten died, which greatly reduced the pressure on Qi An, no accident, at most, it only took a pillar of incense at most, Qi An could slaughter this gang of bandits, no matter what hole cards they still hid, I am afraid it would be difficult to reverse the situation.

Qi An finally put his mind at ease, and when he was fighting, he was more unrestrained and ruthless, only seven martial artists were already difficult to contain Qi An's actions, he quickly broke out of the encirclement, killing the crossbowmen in the distance, after all, the number of besieging martial artists was smaller, and long-range attacks were more difficult to dodge, and killing a warrior was always more convenient and faster than killing a martial artist.

There were always six crossbowmen in the direction of Qi'an's rush, three of them standing on top of a boulder, two in the grass on the left, and one on a small tree on the right, and Qi'an's target was the three guys on the top of the boulder.

However, in an instant, Qi An rushed to the big stone and jumped high, the three crossbowmen shouted in fright, and shot the arrows in their hands in a panic, and the crossbowmen in the grass on the left and the small tree on the right also attacked Qi An at the same time, but for Wu Zong, the arrows shot by ordinary warriors were far from each other in terms of strength or accuracy, and only six arrows wanted to hurt Qi An It was delusional.

Three arrows shot into the air, and the other three were slashed away by a wave of the scythe in Qi An's hand, but to Qi An's surprise, after the six arrows, three more short streamers struck him at lightning speed, and the sharp sound of breaking the air from the agitation of the air flow was as breathtaking as a magic sound, which made people feel chilling to hear.

"Hell, there's a Martial Sect hidden next to it!"

Qi An shouted wildly in his heart, he could judge from the momentum and speed of these three streamers that the person who launched the attack was definitely not an ordinary bandit, and was definitely one of the bandits with the strength of the martial sect in Liuxian Village, but this person had been carefully concealed, pretending to be an ordinary crossbowman and hiding among the warriors, like a sinister poisonous snake, and finally seized the opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

At this time, Qi An was about to jump onto the boulder, he was in mid-air, and he had nowhere to borrow strength, and the sickle in his right hand just swung out three more bows and arrows that slashed away, and he didn't have time to retract them, and in the face of the three critical and extremely fast streamers that attacked the upper, middle and lower, the scythe in his left hand could only defend one of them, and the other two were afraid that it would be difficult to avoid.

At the critical moment of life and death, Qi An didn't have time to think carefully, with a wave of the sickle in his left hand, he cut off the streamer that hit his chest, and then turned his head sharply, narrowly avoiding the streamer that hit his throat, only causing him to draw a blood mark on the side of his neck, but the last streamer could no longer deal with it and stabbed into the abdomen.

With a pop, Qi An's body fell to the ground from mid-air, and Li Wei'er, who was hiding in the grass to attack, jumped out laughing, his face full of smugness.

Among the three masters of Liuxian Village, Li Wei'er's ability to fight head-on is relatively weak, he is mainly good at sneak attacks and assassinations, so he did not show up to fight with Qi'an, but disguised himself as an ordinary miscellaneous soldier and waited for an opportunity. In fact, when Qi An fell into the encirclement for the first time and jumped up, Li Wei'er should have shot, but Qi An's response at that time was greatly beyond his expectations, he did not choose to retreat but broke into the enemy formation from mid-air, and when Li Wei'er reacted, the opportunity had slipped away, and then Qi An's hand-to-hand combat has been carefully left with spare strength, Li Wei'er was not sure that he would kill with one blow, so he couldn't help but not shoot, until more than half of the bandits were killed and wounded, Qi An let down his guard and jumped high again, so that Li Wei'er caught the opportunity。

Seeing that Qi An was hit by a dart, Li Wei'er stood up with joy, and walked straight towards the place where Qi An fell, he fed the steel dart with poison, and when he saw the blood sealing his throat, the middle one would die, even Wu Zong was difficult to resist, so he was not afraid of what tricks the other party would play.

Qi An fell to the ground with his eyes closed, his body was motionless, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, a three-inch-long highly poisonous steel dart was inserted in his abdomen, only the handle was outside, and a large piece of clothing was stained red with blood.

Li Wei'er didn't take any precautions, standing beside Qi An with a big grin, who knew that before he could gain a firm foothold, he saw a flash of cold light, and the cold blade instantly cut through his throat, and the blood on his neck splattered out like a stream of water out of the gate.

"You...... You ......" Li Wei'er covered her throat and fell to her knees, unable to say a complete sentence for a long time, with an incredible look of surprise on her face. He didn't understand why the other party had been hit fatally, and he could still strike under the attack of toxin, and cut his own throat in a completely unexpected situation.

Li Wei'er, who had been waiting for an opportunity, finally seized the opportunity to hit Qi An hard when Qi An lost his guard, and similarly, Qi An also gave Li Wei'er a fatal blow at the moment when he was most relaxed and careless.

Li Wei'er, die!

With deep doubts and full of unwillingness, he became an unconscious corpse.