This arrow was not accurate, and it was several meters away from Cheng Xiaotian, so that there was no need to dodge at all, but as soon as the arrow rose to the same height as him, the trailing thunder exploded, and the "boom" came down.

Cheng Xiaotian was caught off guard, and without a flying sword to protect himself, he was suddenly numb by electricity, and his body fell uncontrollably.

Sergein is not a hunter, his profession is actually a shaman, and this method of carrying lightning attacks with a bow and arrows is his originality.

"Don't even think about running when you come!" Serkin's face was distorted, his eyes were like a wolf staring at Cheng Xiaotian, who was falling rapidly, he turned around and opened his bow and shot a second arrow.

Zizizizi!

A thunderbolt pulled the arc and pounced like a dragon, Cheng Xiaotian looked at it coldly, the sword trick in his hand changed, he turned his palm upward, and pointed at the flying arrows. The flying sword below turned abruptly, pierced up from the bottom up, and was on top of the arrow, only to hear a "crackling" burst of dense popping sound like fried beans, and the thunder and lightning were blown up as the top of the air, bursting with silver sparks all over the sky.

Cheng Xiaotian continued to fall with his back against the sparks in the sky, his two-handed sword tricks retracted and crossed to his chest, his body turned, and his head and feet fell like cannonballs. The flying sword circled in the sky, whistling and chasing after it.

"Chop him up for me!" Seeing that Cheng Xiaotian was about to fall to the ground, Serkin roared, threw away his longbow, and took out a two-handed sledgehammer and rushed down from the white stone hill.

When the Tudor Grand Overseer came, he had given an order to kill all living beings in the Arathi Basin, how could Cheng Xiaotian, the lord and bandit leader, be an exception? And kill him, these bandits will be leaderless and self-defeating!

Thundered!

Cheng Xiaotian plunged headlong into the ruins, the earth was smashed violently, and all the troll soldiers lurking within a radius of 50 meters were shocked to the ground with their feet off the ground. The flying sword followed, and as it approached the ground, it snapped and began to circle sharply around the landing site.

A second later.

The tsunami-like shouts suddenly erupted, and thousands of troll soldiers surrounded the guy, they all thought that Cheng Xiaotian had fallen to death, but as long as there was a corpse, they would have to slash him a few times to get angry.

Serkin shouted in a hurry: "Leave me his head!" ”

Of course, Cheng Xiaotian did not fall to his death, except for a little dizziness, he was not even injured. His body, which was soaked in the elixir immortal liquid, was not hard, but it was full of toughness, and coupled with his cultivation of condensing qi and consummation, it was not a big problem to fall down at 300 meters.

As soon as the soldiers surrounded them, before they could see the big pit on the ground that was smashed by Cheng Xiaotian, the hovering flying sword first froze, and then suddenly started to fly forward and shoot out.

The soldiers in the front row were caught off guard, and immediately three people were pierced through the chest, and a gap was punched in the crowded human wall. The fourth soldier screamed, and against the flying sword that had slowed down, he picked up his scimitar and slashed it down.

When it is long!

The flying sword was chopped and rolled upside down, and from where it came from, the scimitar in the soldier's hand snapped in response, and the tip of the knife bounced back into his abdomen.

Trolls are ruthless characters, and the wounded soldier roared and reached into his arms, grabbed the broken blade inserted in the abdomen and pulled it out raw. But before he could throw it out, he saw that the sword that had just flown out flew back at a faster speed, and there was a fierce face behind the sword.

No one could see how Cheng Xiaotian came out, the flying sword had just flown back halfway upside down, his figure came out with an afterimage all the way, grabbed the flying sword and pierced into the gap in the human wall, and the soldiers who reacted immediately howled and chased after him.

"Die!" Cheng Xiaotian and the soldier put their faces on their faces, spit out the word "death" from between their teeth, and the short sword stabbed him in the heart, and the blood suddenly sprayed on his face. His eyes were round for a moment, like a man-eating demon, and the soldier's heart tightened in the face of such a ferocious god, and he fell into eternal darkness.

"You're going to kill someone?" Cheng Xiaotian scolded angrily, his body was like a streamer, and he brushed past a soldier, who had not yet reacted, and his throat had been cut.

"He's an enemy chieftain, you must kill him!" Serkin roared wildly, and the air rushed so hard that his cheeks trembled violently.

"You're going to kill me!" Cheng Xiaotian was covered in blood, like a mad tiger, his body was like the wind, and he couldn't hold it at all, and his severed limbs flew everywhere he passed, and blood splashed everywhere he passed.

"Give it to me!" Seeing Cheng Xiaotian like a tiger entering the flock, killing back and forth, Serkin picked up the hammer and struck the earth hard, and a layer of thunder and lightning immediately shrouded the hammer surface.

This hammer blow was like a talisman, and the soldiers besieging Cheng Xiaotian immediately fell into a state of madness, and they sacrificed their lives to pounce on that ghostly figure, and the soldiers in the back row simply jumped up and smashed down with their bodies as weapons, and the army boiled like a boiling pot.

The soldiers in the distance were desperately squeezing this way, they couldn't see where the "enemy chieftain" was, and they didn't need to, they just moved closer to the direction of the countless people rushing down.

"Can't catch you yet?!" Serkin's body was full of lightning, like a god of thunder, gritting his teeth and looking at the boiling crowd.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaotian had already exerted the eight-pole sword technique to the limit, his body was as fast as a whirlwind, a soldier raised his knife to slash, and his arm was immediately spun away, and before he could react, the whirlwind went and returned, and swept off his head.

The troll soldiers on their heads smashed down like rain and never stopped, and where the "whirlwind" passed, the soldiers who fell down immediately blocked their way out. Cheng Xiaotian didn't dare to stop for a while, so he could only keep changing his direction and moving forward.

He didn't know how many people he had killed, his head and face were covered in blood, and the grip of the flying sword was soaked with blood, sticky and slippery in his hand. With such a killing without respite, Rao is now that he has condensed his qi to the Great Perfection, and the dantian can generate spiritual power independently, he gradually feels a little unsupported.

There are too many enemies, forgetting life and death, and they can't kill them at all, and the people who are smashed down are getting denser and denser, covering the sky and the sun. Under the frenzied killing, blood filled the horizon, and Cheng Xiaotian's spirit began to be in a trance.

Suddenly, he felt empty under his feet, and secretly exclaimed "bad" in his heart. He never expected that there was a hole under his feet, and at this time, he stepped on the air, his body stagnated, and several layers of people under the black pressure on his head were immediately covered.

Poof!

Cheng Xiaotian let it fall and fell into the water, and with a burst of cold water, his crazy mind finally calmed down.

"There's a secret room here, he's fallen into it!" Someone outside the cave shouted, Cheng Xiaotian stood in the water, looking at the square inch hole above his head, his mind was in chaos.

Outside the cave, Serkin saw this scene in his eyes, his eyes immediately widened, and he shouted: "Bury him alive!" ”

As soon as the order was given, thousands of soldiers immediately went into action, and the ruins were full of broken walls and ruins, and there was no need to find the rocks, so they picked up the stones and threw them desperately into the holes in the ground. Thousands of armies could move mountains and reclaim the sea, but after a round of rocks came down, the secret room was filled, and they still did not stop, and after a while, a hill of rocks was piled up on this piece of ruins.

"Stop!" Serkin shouted, and the group strode over to the rocky mountain, frowning and watching.

After the madness just now, more than 3,000 troll soldiers stood in the rain, panting, their hearts beating wildly, and their bodies trembling slightly. The ruined ground was littered with broken corpses, blood and sludge flowing everywhere, and it was hard to imagine that this was killed by one person.

"Is he a demon?" In the dead silence, a troll soldier murmured.

Sergin heard this, and his brave and fearless soldiers were afraid of being killed! Fortunately, Cheng Xiaotian died, otherwise, the morale of the army would have been greatly affected.

However, is Cheng Xiaotian really dead?