The old butler shouted, and rushed forward with the iron knife in his hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This heroic general, who had once killed the enemy on the battlefield, burst out with extremely strong combat power at this moment, and where the cold knife caused it, it could bring up pieces of blood.

Jiang He's eyes were cold as he looked at the enemies who rushed to kill, the team was calm and steady, the steps were orderly, and the discipline was extremely strong, from the first wave of arrow rain to the second wave of front and back wrapping. These people can't be some kind of mountain bandits, Jiang He thought of the soldiers around Wu Xiaobei again, and finally understood the identity of these enemies.

Soldiers of the Southland!

From their iron-blooded aura to their strong and unchaotic means of attack, there is only one answer.

Although they were not wearing military uniforms, their features were still too obvious.

And these were not ordinary soldiers, but probably well-trained private soldiers in the hands of some prince or general, and only then could explain why such a terrible attack had been placed on this place.

Jiang He's eyes became colder, he picked up the knife on the ground, and took Wu Xiaobei, who was still confused, behind him. He knew that today's nightmare might be a little unbelievable for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and it would even cause great mental trauma to her. But Jiang He didn't have time to think about this, the iron-blooded soldier in front of him had already rushed to front him! Jiang He had a sword in his hand like the moon, slashing across his chest.

The rushing enemy's eyes were cold, and the sword was bright, although the knife in Jiang He's hand was already fast, but the torrent-like team weighed down Jiang He's breath.

Similarly, although the old butler was extremely strong and his knife skills were domineering, he had been hit several times in just a few breaths, and the blood flowed down his arm, and he gasped, and the knife in his hand showed a cold light of dead silence.

The three soldiers were stubbornly guarding Jiang He's side, trying their best to resist the enemy who rushed to kill, and Jiang He also squeezed Wu Xiaobei's hand and waved his knife sharply.

His arm had been slashed several times, blood was pouring from all sides, and there were many enemies who fell under his sword, but each time he fell, he came forward to form an impregnable offensive formation.

This is the famous "hexagonal killing array" of the southern army!

The people in the rear had already been killed, and the three soldiers resisted with their own flesh and blood, turning into the last line of defense in front of the two.

Wu Xiaobei's eyes were blurred with tears, she had never experienced such a terrible battle, she hugged the little yellow dog in her arms to death, and the soldier next to her fell silently at her feet after being fatally stabbed, but there was no weak cry from beginning to end.

Xiu'er's body was buried under the big stone, and it was not clear to see, and another soldier fell silently, blood gushing out of his neck and spilling on Wu Xiaobei's fingers, and the hot blood slowly dripped from her fingertips.

Wu Xiaobei shouted, like crazy, as if he had gone mad.

Jiang He hurriedly grabbed his palm, but the moment he turned around, he was slashed in the back by a knife, blood flowed sideways, Jiang He snorted, and pulled Wu Xiaobei back, there were enemies in front of him and on both sides, only the turbulent river behind him and the cliff not far away!

Jiang He turned and swung his knife again, and a sergeant collapsed in pain clutching his chest. Jiang He felt that his arm was about to lose his strength, and the Haoyue Sword Technique was a great test of the user's arm and strength, and with every swing of the sword, Jiang He felt that the strength of his body was drawn out of a point.

He stared at the enemy in front of him who continued to press, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, this kind of game that was absolutely crushed made him bored, he was very unwilling, the knife in his hand trembled slightly, and the turbulent river behind him rolled up a whirlpool, as if to indicate their tragic death.

Wu Xiaobei looked at Jiang He's back, a terrible wound was engraved on the white clothes, blood wet his back, and Jiang He seemed to be salvaged from the blood river at this moment. Wu Xiaobei looked at the black crowd, and let out another piercing scream, she suddenly pulled her hand out of Jiang He's palm, Jiang He turned his head to look at her in panic, Wu Xiaobei's face was cold, and the blood and sweat on her face had solidified, covering her young and moving face.

Wu Xiaobei grabbed Jiang He's waist bag again, reached out and took out a handful of copper coins from it, she pinched the copper coins and slowly opened her palm, those dark copper coins suddenly floated up from her hands, as if they were subjected to a nameless traction, Wu Xiaobei looked at the copper coins in his palms with blank eyes, with a cold and numb look.

Those copper coins beat violently in Wu Xiaobei's palm, slamming into each other, making a "ding" sound.

Then, Wu Xiaobei threw the copper coin in his hand up, and the copper coin that was out of his palm scattered in all directions, and then flew around at great speed, with a slight sound of breaking the air.

Those disgraceless copper coins suddenly seemed to turn into powerful arrow feathers, flying away in all directions at great speed!

I only heard a dull "poof" sound, and the more than ten copper coins passed through the enemy's body one after another, bursting out a burst of blood on their chests, and then brought out a piece of flesh and blood, and a burst of screams came, and more than a dozen black-clothed enemies instantly covered their chests and fell down one after another.

The rushing footsteps suddenly stagnated, and the unbreakable "Hexagonal Killing Array" was also shaken and dispersed.

"Tonghui Realm cultivator!"

The copper coins that fell to the ground were still beating inexplicably, and it seemed that they would continue to fly up for a second life plunder.

"Kill!" There was a clarion call in the darkness, and the crowd in a daze rushed up again, although the cultivators in this world are powerful, most of the cultivators have a fatal weakness, that is, the weakness of the cultivators themselves and the limited number of attacks.

It's like a terrifying high-level cultivator who can only escape when facing the famous iron-blooded heavy cavalry of the southern kingdom.

Wu Xiaobei looked at the enemy who had been killed with expressionless eyes, and with a move of his hand, the copper coins that were still trembling on the ground flew up again, floating quietly in the air stained with dust and blood.

Her palm flicked out again, and the floating copper coin once again turned into a killing weapon and flew in all directions.

More than a dozen people fell.

And the old butler on the left side who was fighting hard finally collapsed, a knife slashed through his neck, blood gushing like a column, he stared at a pair of cloudy eyes, full of dissatisfaction, unwillingness and hatred. And then died quietly.

A group of enemies slaughtered the two more in the blink of an eye.

Jiang He's eyes were cold, looking at the people who were killed, Wu Xiaobei was still standing safely behind him, Jiang He didn't have time to think about Wu Xiaobei being a cultivator. But he thought of a glimmer of possibility to solve this dead end, that is, the girl behind him and the copper coin in his hand.

Jiang He shouted, and the blade in his hand made a clanging sound again, heading forward!

The last soldier beside Jiang He finally fell under the chopping knife, and Jiang He held the knife and struggled to hold Wu Xiaobei, who was already a little crumbling.

The copper coin on the ground began to beat slightly, and the soldiers who rushed in front couldn't help but stop abruptly when they looked at the copper coin that had already taken people's lives twice, this copper coin was too terrifying, and no matter how resolute a person was in the face of death, he couldn't help but retreat.

"Wu Xiaobei, can you still throw copper coins?" Jiang He leaned his back against Wu Xiaobei, pulled his dry throat and whispered to her.

Wu Xiaobei hugged the little yellow dog and nodded gently, the girl under the moonlight was like a ruthless death, and those enemies who were in front saw Wu Xiaobei nodding and took two steps back, full of fear and uneasiness.

"Then I'll count to three. One, two... Jiang He held the knife in front of him and whispered.

The surrounding enemies were startled, as if they had heard the countdown to death, and they picked up their shields on the ground and blocked them in front of them.

"Three!".

Jiang He shouted, turned around and hugged Wu Xiaobei and jumped back, there were no murderous copper coins, and there was no scream of flesh and blood being pierced, those copper coins seemed to be lifeless, lying quietly in the dust, no longer beating.

With a "plop", the summer river with turbulent water instantly washed the two downstream.

The enemy was stunned, and instantly reacted and chased to the edge of the cliff, and the turbulent river waterfall in front of him was pitch black, and the two of them were nowhere to be seen. Only then did everyone react, but the rushing water and the hundred-foot-high waterfall made it hard to believe that the two seriously injured young men who jumped into the river could be safe and sound.

The empty mountain stream was filled with only the cries of pain and the mangled corpses in the ground.

"The body was burned. Someone in the crowd commanded.

"You two go downstream. ”

Two dark shadows were ordered to light a torch and chase downstream.

At last the mountains were calm, the moon came and went back to the clouds, and a burst of fire came from the distant mountain streams, and was again hidden in the thick of the night.

The river lapped silently against the cliffs, only the blood dripping silently from the stone walls.