Chapter 105: The Tiger's Spirit Shines Again

At the same time, a total of four powerful auras locked themselves from the left, right, and back directions, although Qin Feng was sure that he could solve them with one move, but he would inevitably stay for a while, and this time Qin Feng could not guarantee that he could resist the full force of the quasi-saint rank master in front of him.

Moreover, when Qin Feng used his divine sense to probe the surroundings just now, he found a vague aura that locked him, and the strength of the owner of this aura was definitely above the old man in red in front of him, that is to say, it had reached the level of the Holy Rank.

Qin Feng felt unprecedented pressure, being targeted by a Saint-rank master, and at the same time having to face a quasi-Saint-rank master and four high-ranking Great Sword Master-level joint attacks, this kind of formation, even if Qin Feng failed, was enough to be proud of. However, Qin Feng couldn't fail, because the price of failure was not only his own life, but also the life of this little and lovely person in his arms.

The western suburbs of Daqin.

There was a galloping sound of angry horses, and the members of the Three Thousand Yanyun Knights vigorously instigated the mounts they sat on, and they were about to return to their homes after leaving for more than a month, and they didn't know what happened to the more than 20,000 brothers. For these soldiers, the barracks pair is their home, and their counterparts in the barracks are their brothers.

Just as they reached the gate of the western camp, the Kaminarimon who had been beating suddenly stopped. Yan Yunwei in the back also stopped when he saw it.

A faint smell of blood came from the barracks.

"Defend the formation, all on alert!" Thunder Gate roared. Three thousand Yan Yunwei didn't say a word, and immediately adjusted according to the order of the Thunder Gate.

When they entered the western camp, they were frightened by the tragic scene in front of them. Blood, dried up dark red "color" blood stained the ground of the entire West Camp red, and the entire West Camp could not find a little life, and the lifeless corpses were placed on the ground.

"No ......"

"Oh my God......"

"It's not true...... Big Strong...... You come out for me. You mother-in-law Xipi is not trustworthy, and you said that when Lao Tzu comes back, you will go to drink flower wine together......"

"Huo Er, you owe money and don't pay it back, you told me before I went on the expedition that you still owed me 70 silver coins, how did you owe the account below......"

......

Rao is three thousand Yan Yunwei has been in battle for a long time, and has been specially trained by Qin Feng for more than a month, but when faced with this scene, he still couldn't help crying bitterly. The boy has tears and doesn't flick. Just because I didn't get to the sad place.

"Ge Lao Tzu, what are you crying for, are you still a gentleman, what's the use of crying now, put away the horse urine for Lao Tzu, is it time to cry?"

"Get on the horse, let's go down to your highness!" shouted Kaminarimon, who stepped on his horse and rushed towards the outside of the barracks. The three thousand Yan Yunwei who reacted. Immediately after the Kaminarimon, he turned on his horse and galloped outside the barracks.

Just when Kaminari waited out of the western camp and ran in the direction of the royal city, he came to a place about six miles away from the royal city. A dull sound of horses' hooves made the ground tremble.

"Defensive array!" Kaminari commanded.

What appeared in front of Yan Yunwei were rows of golden masks, golden armor, and golden horses, and the heavy momentum pressed towards Yan Yunwei from the queue.

Then. The same sound of horses' hooves came from Yan Yunwei's left, right and back, and it was obvious that Yan Yunwei was surrounded on all sides. However, the three thousand Yan Yunwei who were surrounded could not see a trace of even fear on their faces, holding the reins in their left hand and the knight's spear in their right hand, with a solemn look on their faces, and even a kind of excitement.

"Your Excellency, Deputy Head of Kaminarimon. Long time no see!" A low, emotionless male voice came from the knights on the other side.

"Your Excellency Commander Gerdo, I am no longer the deputy head of the Golden Lion Knights, so please don't need to use the title of deputy head anymore, just call me Kaminami. It's just that I don't know what the intention of Captain Geldo is to lead so many knights of the Golden Lion Knights to surround our Yan Yunwei? If there is nothing to do, we still have to go to His Royal Highness the Ninth to have something urgent and trouble. Kaminari replied without being arrogant or humble.

"The Nine Princes of Great Qin conspired against each other in a vain attempt to collude with the orcs to usurp the throne. He has been strangled by the Great King and Cardinal Archbishop Clodo of the Cult of Light. The king has an order. If Yan Yunwei can restrain himself from the precipice, the number will be cancelled. All of them are merged into the Golden Lion Knights, and if they do not understand their obsession, they will be killed on the spot. Deputy Head Lei, if you can persuade Yan Yunwei to surrender, the position of Deputy Head of the Golden Lion Knights will still be yours!"

Hearing the news, the Thunder Gate seemed quite calm, not only the Thunder Gate, but also the three thousand Yan Yunwei had a normal "color", as if they hadn't heard the news. However, a strong killing intent suddenly dispersed from Yan Yunwei, and the momentum exuded by the three thousand people was actually able to compete with the momentum exuded by the thirty thousand Golden Lion Knights without falling behind.

The Zhangba spear in the hand of the Thunder Gate slashed through the air a trajectory that only Yan Yunwei could understand, and suddenly, the formation of the three thousand Yan Yunwei suddenly changed.

A majestic dead air emanated from the formation.

Qinghe rushed into battle - annihilation. It can be said that this is the most domineering, the most cruel, and the most taboo formation in the Qinghe Chong formation, giving up all defenses and only seeking to kill the enemy to the greatest extent, and the final result is - to die together.

"How can you say that there is no clothes~~~~~ "Kaminari shouted as he clenched his left hand into a fist and struck his right breastplate.

"How can I say that I have no clothes~~~ and my son~~~ Wang Yuxingshi~~~ repair my spear~~~ and my son~~~How can I say that I have no clothes~~~ and my son~~~ Wang Yuxingshi~~~ repair my spear halberd~~~ and my son~~~How can I say that I have no clothes~~~With my son~~~ Wang Yuxingshi~~~Repair my armor ~~~Walk with my son~~~" The three thousand Yan Yunwei behind the Thunder Gate sang at the same time with their left fists on their right breastplates.

One is the trump card that Daqin has been leading the knights for decades, and the other is the iron-blooded army selected from the soldiers who have gone through countless battles and taught the advanced battle formation, and today it is finally going to be a showdown.

"Little Nizi, is it strange that Gongzi brought you here?" Qin Feng kissed the forehead of Aini in his arms with guilt and said softly.

"Childe, Aini is not afraid of death, as long as she is with Childe. Aini is not afraid of anything, because Aini believes that her local man will protect her well. Even if Childe is defeated, it is also Aini's blessing to be able to die with Childe. Aini's watery blue eyes stared at Qin Feng's face, as if her world was only the man in front of her.

Qin Feng took off the cloak behind his back and tied Aini tightly in his arms, kissed Aini's forehead gently, and said softly: "Little Nizi is obedient, close your eyes." Get a good night's sleep, and when Childe wakes you up, everything will be safe. ”

"Yes. Aini obediently closed her eyes and squeezed into Qin Feng's arms, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Qin Feng's chest and abdomen and other vital places with her own body.

Qin Feng looked at the small movements of the woman in his arms, and a trace of emotion rippled in his heart. When he raised his head, all the tenderness on his face was gone, and it was replaced by a sinister face.

Qin Feng didn't say anything to the red-robed old man. This kind of pre-war persuasion and contrived surrender was really disgusting in Qin Feng's opinion.

A murderous aura suddenly flashed, and Qin Feng didn't know when there was an extra knife in his right hand.

The knife is four feet four inches long, and the body of the knife is red. The blade was faintly bloody, the calyx was in the shape of a tiger's head, the handle was spiral-shaped, and a fierce murderous and demonic aura naturally emanated from the blade.

A knife in hand. Qin Feng's momentum suddenly became weird, and a domineering aura that made people fearful from the bottom of his heart dispersed like a substance.

Master Clodo, who was originally holding a wisdom bead, had a grim face at this moment, and hurriedly cast a light magic shield in front of him to resist the momentum that emanated from Qin Feng's body with a wave stronger than a wave. As for the four Holy See masters at the level of the upper Great Sword Master, they couldn't resist at all and were forced to retreat a few meters.

At the moment when they retreated, Qin Feng moved, and he couldn't see the trajectory of his movement, as if he had crossed the boundary of time and space at that moment. When he arrived in front of the high-ranking archmage of the Holy See in the back, the long knife in his hand did not bring a trace of energy fluctuations, and under the incredulous gaze of the archmage, it lightly slashed his neck.

At this time, the tiger in Qin Feng's hand violently emitted a bewitching red light to wrap the body of the great magician who had not died immediately, and suddenly, a heart-rending scream sounded from the red light, only to see that the great magician in the red light was aging rapidly at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye. The face of the original forty-something. He grew old and became a dying old man, and then his skin and muscles disappeared. The skeleton was revealed, and then even the skeleton disappeared into the red light, leaving only a pile of ashes. And the red light was still locked back on the blade.

"You...... You are the devil...... God will punish you!" Archbishop Clodo pointed at Qin Feng with a trembling finger.

Qin Feng smiled disdainfully, devil, do you want me to let you tie it up without resistance, and then let you dispose of it, it's not a devil? It's a joke, since you want to kill me, then you have to have the consciousness of death!

Qin Feng didn't bother to pay attention to the cardinal archbishop who was still going to say something, and took advantage of their distraction to swing his sword and attack the two high-ranking great sword masters on the right, fast and ruthless.

The two great sword masters hurriedly raised their giant swords and blocked the long knife in Qin Feng's hand, if they changed to another opponent, even if it was a sword emperor, they would not dare to defend them head-on, after all, the weight of the giant sword was at least five or six times the weight of the long knife in Qin Feng's hand.

It's a pity that their opponent is Qin Feng, a freak who has cultivated the essence of Chinese martial arts for five thousand years, and Tiger Spirit also has a name, Emperor Tiger Blood Sword - the fifth of the top ten divine weapons in the mainland, known as the invincible divine soldier.