Bancheng Yansha and others opened a killing ring in front of the government office, and the light cavalry accompanying Li Jilong was killed in pieces. Zhang Shuye's subordinates are all quick and suppressed, and it is okay to catch bandits and robbers, and in the face of these players with strong martial arts, it is not enough to stuff their teeth.

"What's the panic, Ben Shuai's army will arrive later, no matter how powerful the rebels and thieves are, can they beat my thousands of troops?" Li Jilong looked at Zhang Shuye and the others who were in a panic, and said with disdain.

After seeing the distress signal, Li Jilong's army immediately moved to the rescue, but was blocked at the city gate. It turned out that in order to be foolproof, the players of the Tianjiao Alliance and the Purple Light Pavilion had already been ambushed at the gate of the city, and if the NPC army wanted to rush in to save people, they had to pass their level first!

"Everyone, wait for me to kill Li Jilong!" Bancheng Yansha raised his sword and waved, forcibly breaking open the thick gate of the mansion, and was about to rush in to kill Li Jilong, Wu Ruotang on the side of him of course couldn't let him succeed, and immediately said to Shi Potian: "Quick, Brother Shi, see that those seven people are not, they are all villains!" If you want to rush into the house and kill someone, you must stop them and protect the people in the house! ”

"They have killed a lot of officers and soldiers, they must all be guilty of capital crimes, if I can't stop them, can I kill them?" Shi Potian asked.

"If they are determined to kill the people in the house, you can kill them!" Wu Ruotang was a little entangled in his heart, he just received 500,000 yuan from others, and turned his face and didn't recognize people, which was really immoral.

"Good!" After Shi Potian finished speaking, he flew out from the hiding place, and punched out in the air, shaking back the smoke and sand of half of the city where half of his foot had stepped into the mansion seven or eight meters away.

"Who's the master?" The look of the smoke and sand in the middle of the city changed greatly.

Shi Potian stood at the door of the mansion, looked at the seven players and said, "You people are really too bold and reckless, in broad daylight, you actually rushed to kill in front of the official mansion, is there any royal law?" ”

At this time, the seven people had already killed the NPC, looking at the unattractive young man in front of him, Jun Moyan said disdainfully: "You don't have to talk nonsense with him, just solve him directly!" ”

The simple little monk looked at his bloodstained robe, called a Buddha number, and said calmly: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and the disciple has started to kill again!" ”

Among the seven people, only Bancheng Yansha had a gloomy face. Shi Potian easily forced himself back a few steps with one palm, and this strength was far above him.

The first to rush up was the ghost saint, how could he, who was armed with the Northern Spiritual Skill and the Six Yang Palms of the Tianshan Mountains, put such an unknown guy as Shi Potian in his eyes.

Shi Potian didn't plan to officially start the fight yet, he was thinking about whether to lay out the facts with these people first, reason, and let them put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Unexpectedly, the ghost saint would suddenly attack, and in a moment's stupe, the ghost saint had already flown upside down, his back hit a tree, his right foot was broken, and blood was spurting from his mouth. Shi Potian's true qi in his body at this time was circulating, and when he encountered an external force, he naturally counterattacked, although the Northern Shengong was powerful, but the ghost saint had not yet comprehended the essence, and fell directly to the ground, without the strength to fight again. The ghost saint lying on the ground glared at Shi Potian viciously, his horror was even more angry than his anger, although he still wanted to attack the enemy, he was powerless.

Holding the sword and screaming the sky, the others were immediately dumbfounded, the strength of the ghost saint was not inferior to them, but they didn't expect that in the case of a sudden attack, they were also shocked by their true qi, which was too powerful.

Yang Hualuo's personal relationship with the ghost saint is very good, seeing the tragic situation of his brother, Yang Hualuo choked out, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light shone under the sun, and he put on a posture of "Wanyue Chaozong". This is the starting style of Wudang disciples and masters when they make moves. Although Yang Hua is angry, people are not stupid. The opponent can easily defeat the ghost saint, how can the cultivation be weak?

Yang Hua fell the long sword together, making a move "a hundred birds towards the phoenix", but seeing the tip of the sword trembling, it was like turning into dozens of sword tips in an instant, covering the middle plate of Shi Potian, although this move is powerful, but it is still a polite swordsmanship. Shi Potian casually picked up the water and fire stick dropped by the official on the ground, wrenched it into two pieces and held it in his hand. He broke a stick in his left hand and said, "I didn't want to fight you." The broken stick in his right hand struck him diagonally.

After a few moves, Jun Moyan and the others showed joy on their faces, but when they saw that the flowers were falling and the sword was light, the light was like a rainbow, and when the leaves were swallowed and opened, they were elegant and dignified, and they were in the style of a famous person. Shi Potian's two broken sticks are already cumbersome, and the tricks are even more sluggish, hitting a stick in the east and smashing a stick in the west, which is really out of order, but the smoke and sand in the middle of the city and the sword roaring in the sky know that he is wise and foolish, and he is clumsy, and he has reached the extremely high realm of martial arts. His footsteps were also very slow, but he was high and low, flashing in all directions, and only in a tea hour, he had already attacked more than sixty incoherent killers one after another.

"If this person is not removed, it will be difficult to kill Li Jilong!" Holding the sword and roaring in the sky, he sighed.

"Thousands of calculations, I didn't count that there is a master NPC next to Li Jilong!" The half-life smoke and sand are quite decadent.

While the two were talking, the situation on the field took a sharp turn for the worse, Shi Potian suddenly stretched out his right arm, and somehow, he suddenly grew half a foot, and with a flick of Yanghualuo's wrist, he snatched his long sword with his hand. When everyone looked at it again, the long sword that had fallen into the flowers was already waving in Shi Potian's hand.

"I, I lost!" If it is said that defeat in the hands of Bancheng Yansha is just a trick, then the competition with Shi Potian is purely an adult teasing children.

At this time, the two factions of players guarding the city gate were also in pain, originally they thought that the NPC army would fight with them and fight in the streets! They can take advantage of the strong combat ability of individual soldiers to hold down the army. But I didn't expect that the generals of the NPC army were very smart, and instead of fighting with them, they mobilized a large group of crossbowmen to shoot arrows at the player, and no matter how high their martial arts were, they were afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how good the player is, he will also be shot into a hedgehog.

"You can't delay any longer, Bancheng, Ziyi Hou and I will drag him down, Jun Moyan, little monk, you rush in and kill Li Jilong!" Fast! The player's battle with the army is getting closer and closer, and he is ruthless with his sword and the sky and decides to give it a go.

"Good!" Everyone no longer hesitated, Wu Ruotang on the side was dumbfounded, in this situation, he had to take action, otherwise Li Jilong would die and play a fart! But can he stop Jun Moyan and the simple little monk with his own strength? That's still a problem.

Shi Potian wanted to stop it, but the three players joining forces was not something he could defeat in a short period of time, so he could only watch Jun Moyan and the simple little monk enter the mansion.

"Brother can't be more low-key!" Wu Ruotang snorted coldly! Pulling out the dragon bird knife was about to cut people, suddenly there were a few extremely arrogant laughter from the mansion!