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Originally, in a state like this, where he used his body and sword to unite and fly with explosive fighting energy, it was extremely difficult for even an archer to shoot him, at most he could only cover the shot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sharp arrows poured out by more than a hundred marksmen, and the sharp arrows that could really hit him were less than three or four sharp arrows that were still an inch away from his skin, and they were no longer able to enter, and they were bounced away by the powerful body protector.

Dongfang Ao achieved the holy rank at the age of more than forty, and it has been more than two hundred years since he became famous. As they flew past at extreme speed, those brute soldiers who couldn't dodge were swept by cyan sword qi one after another, their heads were slashed, and blood spurted out.

"Little ants, dare to kill my descendants of the Dongfang family?"

At the age of the Lingyun Sword Saint, even if he is a saint-level powerhouse, his physical functions have begun to irrepressibly enter the decline. As the body gets older and older, it is almost impossible to break through.

A saint-level powerhouse can live for three hundred years, but that is an imaginary number, more or less. In fact, Lingyun Sword Saint, there is not much longevity, at most he can live for another thirty or forty years. The vitality and resilience of life factors are also far less than they were at their peak.

Now his wish is just to keep the inheritance passed down from his ancestors, cultivate a holy rank for the family, and let the Divine Sword Villa continue to be brilliant.

During his life at the Holy Order, he had also cultivated outstanding family members several times. It's just that it hasn't worked out. Even if it is a Saint-level powerhouse, it is extremely difficult to cultivate a Saint-level.

Otherwise, Lei Qing's family, the Lei family, would not gradually decline. Everyone who can achieve the Holy Rank has talent, perseverance, potential, and understanding, and is the best choice. The most important thing is to depend on chance and luck.

Originally, the Lingyun Sword Saint felt that the Eastern Sky might have a chance to advance to the Holy Rank. It's a pity that after the forty or fifty-year-old Eastern Firmament barely reached the Golden High Rank, its potential has almost been exhausted, and the chances of breaking through the Holy Rank are already very slim. Fortunately, since Dongfang Lan was ten years old, he began to formally cultivate, and he has shown extremely outstanding talent and potential.

This made the Lingyun Sword Saint see hope and the future, and with the best efforts to cultivate and teach, he also achieved the name of Dongfang Lan Little Sword God.

In fact, not long ago, when someone informed him that Dongfang Lan was going to take a risk to capture Princess Chiyan and try to force the Southern Barbarian King to withdraw his troops, Lingyun Sword Saint felt that something was wrong and hurried all the way over.

The current Nanban King is also a generation of male lords, a saint-level powerhouse, and a ten-year-old man in the prime of life. Imagine how could such an existence allow his daughter to come out to play at such a critical juncture? and be detected in advance by the scouts?

It can be seen that this is clearly a trap, a vicious trap against Dongfang Lan. Rushing to the last moment made Lingyun Sword Saint breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time, his heart was extremely angry.

In the face of Lingyun Sword Saint's strong domineering, Princess Chiyan instead issued another military order. The elite troops lying in ambush nearby appeared one after another, with Nanban warriors holding huge shields in the front and well-trained strong archers in the rear.

There were two or three thousand troops, showing a magnificent momentum. Nearly a thousand strong archers threw the sharp arrows in a parabolic shape and poured them into the encirclement, regardless of whether he was Dongfang Lan or the Lingyun Sword Saint, or those half-dead Nanban soldiers lying on the ground.

Although all of the Saint-level powerhouses have the ability to ride a thousand, they are not immortals with immortal bodies. Rao was the Lingyun Sword Saint, and in such a situation, he had no choice but to wield the sword, and the sword light that bloomed enveloped him and Dongfang Lan. All the arrows, under the sharp sword aura, exploded into pieces one after another.

Such a huge formation made Lingyun Sword Saint's heart suddenly, the secret path was not good, this was clearly not a trap for Dongfang Lan, but aimed at him Dongfang Ao. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to have such a lineup.

These two or three thousand barbarian troops are not just ordinary soldiers, which are mixed with a large number of black iron-level elite soldiers, dozens of bronze-level generals, five or six silver-level, including Princess Chiyan, a total of two gold-level.

Rao is with the strength of the Lingyun Sword Saint, and in the face of such a lineup, it is impossible to withstand it head-on. Immediately, he fed Dongfang Lan a pill to help him recover his fighting spirit. As soon as he picked him up, his body jumped, and he was more than ten feet away, and he killed him with his sword. Between the flying and flickering of the sword, those barbarian warriors with shields broke their shields one after another.

According to the strength of the Lingyun Sword Saint, he flew alone, and he could fly more than 100 zhang in one breath. However, holding one person, the weight doubled sharply, and Edgeworth couldn't even reach thirty zhang in flight. What's more, even if it is a saint-level powerhouse, wanting to fly in the air is also a kind of behavior that consumes a lot of fighting energy. Before, he flew with his sword, and it was by the help of gliding down the mountain.

Instead, they fight all the way out from the ground, and at the same time face a small number of people, so you don't need to worry too much about the enemy archers.

The Lingyun Sword Saint is worthy of being a Saint-level powerhouse, and killing it all the way is purely crushing. Everywhere he passed, there was no one who joined him, his severed limbs flew sideways, and he was drenched in blood, and he killed a bloody road.

In just half a pillar of incense time, he killed two or three hundred people, and the blood stained this piece of mountain, which was particularly bloody and cruel under the sunset.

Under the order of Princess Chiyan, those barbarian warriors roared continuously, and rushed forward with scarlet eyes and fearless death. Even in the face of a saint-rank powerhouse who can easily kill him with a single sword, he has no fear, which shows the power of Princess Chiyan's army.

The bravery of these Southern Barbarian warriors also made Lingyun Sword Saint slightly frightened, but fortunately, after her calculations, at most, he would be able to kill in a canyon in half a pillar of incense, and at that time, as long as the enemy could no longer besiege him, he would have a great chance of escaping with Dongfang Lan.

As for Dongfang Lan's elite subordinates, they have already died.

Killing all the way, the fighting energy of the Lingyun Sword Saint was also rapidly consumed in the fierce fighting, and the protective qi on his body was also flickering, and there were faint signs of instability.

Just when he was still dozens of zhang away from breaking through the encirclement, a deep laugh suddenly came from mid-air: "Lingyun Sword Saint, I'm afraid you never dreamed that there would be today, right?"

A sturdy middle-aged man with slightly dark skin, a strong and burly body, wearing the armor of a barbarian king, and holding a giant mace, rampaged from the canyon like a chariot. The Nanban warriors who were blocking the road hid to both sides to avoid being killed.

"Southern Barbarian King Meng Hu?" Lingyun Sword Saint's pupils constricted, although he had already had a hunch, this was probably a killing game for himself. But I really didn't expect that the dignified Southern Barbarian King would personally come out to attack and kill him.

In the middle of this conversation between the two, the Southern Barbarian King had already rushed to within seven or eight zhang, and a burst of blazing flames surged around him, like a god of war who had crawled out of the fire hell.

The giant mace slammed down, and in the condensation of the firelight, a fire dragon was formed, which rushed straight towards the Lingyun Sword Saint, the hot ** person, and even the space was slightly distorted by the steam.

"Fire Dragon Break. ”

Lingyun Sword Saint's heart sank, in his life, he had fought with the Southern Barbarians no less than ten times.

He is also very familiar with the Zhurong Divine Skill inherited among the Nanban royal family. I know that this move is extremely powerful, and there are enemies on the left and right, and there is no way to hide.

When even if he condensed his fighting spirit, it seemed that he stabbed forward with a sword in his hand, but the tip of the sword condensed a terrible sword light and roared away. The sword and the fire dragon collided in an instant.

With a bang, a violent shock wave spread out in all directions like ripples, and everywhere it passed, the rocks were shattered and flew sideways, and the ground seemed to be ploughed over.

More than a dozen barbarian warriors who couldn't dodge were swept away by the air waves and died on the spot.

The Nanban has always been opposed to the Excalibur Villa, and has fought countless times since ancient times. The hatred for each other is deep. The father of the contemporary Southern Barbarian King Meng Hu died at the hands of the Lingyun Sword Saint more than seventy years ago.

"Poof!" The violent impact, under the forcible operation of the fighting qi, made the Lingyun Sword Saint spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his face was slightly pale. Killing hundreds of barbarians before has already exhausted his fighting spirit.

But the Southern Barbarian King, both physically and aggressively, is at its peak. With a wild laugh, he took a step forward, and the mace was pressed away by Tarzan without any fancy fantasies.

Lingyun Sword Saint held Dongfang Lan in his arms, holding a sword. With a bang, a huge force poured into his body, causing him to kick back more than ten steps before he could stabilize his body.

If it was at its peak, the strength of the Lingyun Sword Saint would still be above that of the Southern Barbarian King. It's a pity that the Lingyun Sword Saint is already old, and after a fierce battle of attrition, he embraces Dongfang Lan. Under all kinds of unfavorable factors, he was hit hard.

"Dongfang Ao, today I will kill you to avenge my father. "The king of the Southern Barbarians is like a giant rhinoceros, rampage, with big open and closed moves, domineering and unparalleled, as if overwhelming, unstoppable.

And although the Lingyun Sword Saint was in various unfavorable situations, he still persevered, his sword momentum was sharp and elegant, and it lasted for a long time.

When the Holy Rank powerhouses fight, they often suffer from the pond fish. The Southern Barbarian warriors had already withdrawn more than ten zhang away, and surrounded the Lingyun Sword Saint from afar.

"Listen, child, don't speak. Lingyun Sword Saint's voice condensed into a line and fell on Dongfang Lan's ears: "In the future, you Grandpa Zeng will not be able to protect you anymore." If you cultivate well, you must become a saint-level powerhouse. ”

When Dongfang Lan's heart trembled, the Lingyun Sword Saint suddenly burst out, only to see a sharp and dazzling light emanating from his body, and countless sword lights, like sharp arrows, pierced the Southern Barbarian King.

"It's not good, the old ghost of the East has to fight hard. "The king of the Southern Barbarians immediately turned attack into defense, and the huge mace, like an embroidered needle, danced with great ease. (To be continued)

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