In a strange snowfield, a strange army of 10,000 people appeared, and with an order, thousands of crossbow arrows covered the sky and roared.

This was a common tactic used in team combat in the Cold Weapon era, where each soldier first fired a crossbow arrow from the enemy to consume a portion of the enemy, and then took the opportunity to kill the enemy.

Looking at the crossbow arrows flying in the sky and about to fall, Zhang Yi sighed: "Didn't you say that it was supernatural, how did this become a war." ”

At this time, Zhang Yicai found that he was not a person with spells, at least in the past days of war with ghosts, he had been like a chivalrous man shirtless, fighting the world with his fists and feet, Lao Dao has some spells, but it is not very reliable, so it is only the little white face of the spiritual domain that can face this arrow rain and completely get out, Zhang Yi thought of this and immediately pulled out the bone knife from his arms and quickly moved closer to the spiritual domain, Lao Dao's thoughts seemed to be the same, he threw the dust and ran wildly towards the spiritual domain.

The Spirit Realm really didn't disappoint, I saw him let out a loud shout, his hands raised upward, and countless silver needles shining with cold light flew out of his sleeves.

Instantly, the sky resounded with the sound of clanging impacts, the sound of metal grinding, and the sound of arrows being torn. This unique sound of the cold weapon era makes everyone feel their scalp tingle.

When the harsh sound was passed, countless crossbow arrows fell from the sky like hailstones, although many bows and arrows have been damaged and lost their strength, but if they fall on the body, they will still pierce a bloody hole.

Zhang Yi held the bone knife and kept intercepting the wreckage of the crossbow arrows falling from the sky, he was like a monkey at the moment, constantly moving and jumping, constantly waving the bone knife in his hand, and the remains of the bow and arrow fell around one after another under his block.

Lao Dao was a little old, and while resisting the wreckage of the crossbow arrows with a whisk, he gasped for breath, and finally he suddenly thought of something and suddenly tore open the long sleeves of his Taoist robe, and took out a piece of rune paper written on gold paper from it.

"Haha, I almost forgot that I still have a life-saving talisman paper left for me by my teacher, it is said that as long as I encounter danger, I will use the spell to drive the rune paper to save the day, ah~."

Lao Dao screamed loudly before he finished speaking, and everyone looked at it and found that an arrow had been inserted in Lao Dao's ass at some point, and bright red blood slowly gushed out from this wound, falling in the white snow and instantly dyed the snow red, like a red plum blossom floating down from the sky.

In the end, Lao Dao's life-saving talisman paper was not used, because the rain of arrows was over, and he was also hit by an arrow and pouted on the ground and screamed.

The end of the rain of arrows meant that the ground attack had begun, and when the rumbling sound of the earth shaking the mountains sounded, these warriors with long swords in their hands rushed over in the snow.

The snowflakes that had accumulated on the ground splashed instantly, and the creaking sound was like beans flying around in a wok.

Seeing this majestic momentum Zhang Yi felt that his legs were a little weak, although he had watched the Three Kingdoms countless times on TV, but he realized how shocking it was when he faced this kind of scene with his own eyes, not to mention that now he was not facing a battle formation between the two sides, but a one-sided slaughter, and he was the one who was slaughtered.

As he retreated, he sent out silver needles from his sleeves, and every time these silver needles flew out of front of him, rows of samurai would fall from in front of him, and then their bodies would instantly turn into fine dust and disappear into the snow.

The front row fell and disappeared, the back row continued to advance, and then waved the long Mo knife in his hand and slashed forward frantically, the spirit realm felt that these warriors did not have any breath of life, but they could see the cold and murderous eyes through the mask eyes.

If you are far away, you can shoot with a silver needle, and if you are close, you can directly attack and kill with your fists and feet, so the immediate pressure of the spiritual domain is not very great at present.

The one who is under pressure is the old man, he has been injured in the buttocks, and his combat power has been greatly damaged, and he still keeps throwing these fighters into the air and then exploding and disappearing in an instant.

When countless large knives slashed at Lao Dao, Lao Dao felt a little caught off guard, and in the panic, the dust in his hand was provoked by a samurai with a knife.

Looking at the dust constantly flying and rolling in the air, looking at the warriors who can never kill and keep rushing over, Lao Dao seems to feel the despair of his life, he now regrets a little, he feels that Zhang Yi is a disaster star, no matter where he goes, there is danger, if he can get out alive this time, it is better to get out of him as far away as possible.

As time passed, the Dao robe on Lao Dao's body had been slashed by Mo Dao, and countless bloody wounds appeared on his face, body, and feet and buttocks.

When he was kicked to the ground by a samurai, he was desperate, and when he watched countless Mo knives slash at him, he instinctively covered his eyes with his arms, waiting in horror for the end of his life.

Suddenly, his body moved backwards violently, and countless Mo knives slashed on the bloody snow surface, splashing countless snow foam.

Lao Dao looked back and found that it was Zhang Yi, only to see that there were blood marks on his face, and he waved the bone knife in his hand while dragging Lao Dao's leg and retreated.

"Come over here"

The voice of the Spirit Realm sounded in the crowd of black oppressors, very close to them. The encirclement around the spiritual realm slowly expanded and then shrank with each attack, like ripples rising layer by layer.

He shouted as he stepped on the top of a fallen warrior and flew up, instantly overriding the heads of these warriors, and then quickly stepped on the top of their heads and rushed towards Zhang Yi.

Another bundle of silver needles flew out, and a wave of warriors around Zhang Yi Lao Dao fell to the ground and turned into fine dust.

"Quick, follow me, there's a cave over there."

After Lingyu finished speaking, he jumped into the snow and picked up a Mo knife and slashed frantically to both sides, with the flying blade in his hand, there were constantly fragmented samurai corpses splashing to both sides like water, and the samurai were ploughed alive by him to open a bloody path.

Lao Dao was seriously injured, so he put him in the middle, Lingyu opened the way in front, Lao Dao held a Mo knife in the middle, and Zhang Yi also replaced it with a Mo knife in the back.

In the face of absolute power, if you don't sprinkle beans into soldiers, no matter how powerful the kung fu spells are, you can take the head of ten thousand armies with a wave of your hand, because you are facing a never-ending battle until the moment when you die of exhaustion.

Choosing to escape may be the only way to live, a Mo knife slashed towards Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi raised his knife to greet him, only to hear the sound of metal rubbing made people have goosebumps all over his body, but it didn't matter, he raised his foot and kicked a samurai in the stomach, and took out a bone knife from his shoes and slashed it in front of their necks.

The bone knife walked by, and the heads of the four samurai flew up, and in an instant, the corpses exploded, and once again a huge amount of dust rose in the sky above the snow.

The dust did not disperse, and pieces of dust were raised in the air, Zhang Yi didn't know how many samurai he had slashed and killed, and he didn't know how many knives he had been hit, but he saw that the clothes on his body had been dyed red, and he was sure that the blood was his own, because these samurai had nothing but some dust.

In the gap of the crowd, I saw a cave on a hill on the edge of the snow, and it was covered with snow, but there was no snow in front of the entrance of this cave, only a black oppressive patch.

Whether this cave is safe or dangerous is beyond their care, and it may be dangerous to die if they go in, and if they don't go in, they will definitely die of exhaustion if they don't fight outside.

Lao Dao has disappeared at the entrance of the cave, and the spiritual domain is fighting at the entrance of the cave to answer Zhang Yi.