Even Haoqiang, who was lucky enough to survive, was forced to donate a large amount of money and food, and his vitality was greatly damaged.

Before Xue Zhili's army left, they would never dare to move half a step.

Unless, when you really see the hope of defeating him.

"In the final analysis, it still depends on strength."

"As long as I am given a chance, as long as someone holds his army back for half a month, I can cut off the grain route of the Xue thief, the army has no food, and it will collapse without a fight!"

……

The ancient bamboo building is facing the water in the south, and when you open the small window, you will see a sparkling wave.

In a large courtyard covering an area of more than ten acres, there are pavilions and pavilions everywhere, and there are strange flowers and trees everywhere.

This is a mansion in Changchun County, which originally belonged to a wealthy local businessman, and now has become the residence of Xue Zhili.

At the gate, a white-haired old man dressed in black clothes and embroidered with flame patterns with gold thread on his chest, his eyes were folded in his wide sleeves, his eyes were closed, and he waited silently, looking leisurely.

Beside him, there were about a hundred or so soldiers lying on the ground.

All of them had blue noses and swollen faces, and they lost consciousness.

Near the mansion, there was no sound, and even the usual sound of running water disappeared.

Quietly, as if isolated from the present world.

Soon, the sound of horses' hooves, rutting wheels, gongs, and drums could be heard in the distance.

Xue Zhili's team approached here.

"Here ·········· come"

The white-haired old man snapped open his eyes and stared ahead.

At the end of the line of sight, a team has already appeared.

Xue Zhili was swaggering on his horse, surrounded by many guards and knights.

"Who?"

At this time, someone has already noticed that something is wrong.

According to the rules, there should be a guard nearby at this time.

However, no figure was seen.

On the contrary, the figure of the person who fell to the ground was more conspicuous.

And the old man in black standing among the more than 100 is particularly conspicuous.

"Huh? By the Assassins? ”

Xue Zhili's pupils shrank, staring at the figure in front of him.

The seemingly small old man's body contains qi and blood comparable to magma.

Even after a few hundred paces, he could still feel the undisguised momentum and ········ Killing Intent!

"Warlock! Formation! ”

Xue Zhili shouted as he drew his sword.

His blood as a warrior was already boiling.

Ahead, the old man moved.

One step out, out of nowhere, he approached a few armorers who rushed in front.

I didn't see much movement from him, just a flat push of his palm, and the palm wind turned into countless tiny wind blades.

Before they could scream, they were beaten into a mist of blood and stained half of the street red.

The furious wind blade continued to advance, leveling the entire street.

In the end, all the shops on this street were only half a person high.

Even what remains is just a ruined wall, like the scene after a typhoon has passed.

It's just that the pieces of places that have been cut by the wind blade look like real knife and gun marks.

After this time, there are few living people left on this street.

Xue Zhili was riding on the horse, his face stiff, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.

About five steps ahead of him, only five warlocks remained, half-kneeling on the ground, struggling to maintain a translucent curtain of water full of cracks.

Just now, it was these warlocks who reacted in time and used their spells to block the blow that had been gaining momentum for a long time.

Their spells were indeed good, protecting a few people around them, but they were not without losses.

Other than that, everyone else is gone.

They are also exhausted, at least for the time being, and they are useless.

The old man in black stopped where he was, silently breathing.

This long-awaited move is not easy for him.

At least for now, he needs to rest too.

However, his goal was achieved.

Strength has already been demonstrated.

Next, we can have a good conversation.

"Martial arts, martial saints········"

Xue Zhili swallowed his saliva with difficulty, hoarse and muttered.

He didn't even know when he had provoked such a person.

It is impossible to resist············

A martial saint is not something he can afford to provoke.

The so-called martial saint, as the name suggests, is an existence in the martial arts that is enough to be canonized, and he is a great achiever of the martial arts.

Unlike the so-called saints in the academic scriptures, the martial saints have the strength of one person against ten thousand armies, so they can be canonized.

The Martial Saint is already the pinnacle of the world, and one step further, it is the Immortal Dao.

Martial arts become immortals, and they are immortals.

However, in history, there are many immortals, but few immortals.

Because the ability of martial arts to prolong life is not as good as immortal arts, if you want to become an immortal, you are generally not more than one hundred and eighty years old.

Even if it is a martial saint, after the age of one hundred and eighty, it is inevitable that his qi and blood will begin to decay, and if he wants to enter the immortal path again, there is little hope.

There are gains and losses.

On the other hand, for example, on the battle array, the role of the Martial Saint is far greater than that of the human warlock who has not yet become an immortal, and it is a terrifying existence that can truly defeat tens of thousands of troops head-on!

Xue Zhili was favored by Jingjiao and was chosen as a puppet, so naturally he was indispensable for training.

It was precisely because he knew what kind of fierce beast he was on the other side that he became more and more restless and flustered, and he didn't even dare to make extra movements.

"How so········· How could there be such a thing······· I ········ What kind of sin have I made·······"

At this moment, there is no ambition left············ What to get rid of Jingjiao, what to divide one side, what to leave a name in history, in front of that figure, it seems so small.

"If I can survive, I will definitely not get involved in these things in the future·········"

"Nothing is more precious than this life········"

Just when Xue Zhili was nervously lying on the horse's back, not daring to move, several figures appeared on the other side of the street.

"Martial saints, a hundred years out, Zuo Chaogang, the world is decided········· I didn't expect that there were really martial saints alive. ”

A young man with a sword at the head exclaimed.

"Jingjiao, hall master, Qingyu."

"Qin An."

"Clear."

"Lingling."

"Meet the seniors!"

These Nestorians, the first to give up.

In the face of such seniors, they saluted and expressed awe.

The old man in black glanced over indifferently.

Suddenly, "Qiang Qiang", several people drew their swords out of their sheaths, as if facing a great enemy.

With just one look, I could see that their cold hairs stood on end, as if they were being targeted by a wild beast.

No, many times more terrible than a beast.

In Qingyu's opinion, there is still a chance to escape in the face of fierce beasts.

His hand gripping the hilt of his sword trembled slightly, and his accumulated qi condensed, ready to explode at any moment.

Even if you are defeated, you must not back down.