Xu Feng didn't dare to be careless, this was a master from Yingdu, a strong man in the Golden Stone Realm, he slowly took half a step back, facing the yin wind and dust that was coming, and solemnly pointed out a sword.

On the opposite side of the earth pit, countless storms and dust condensed into a huge spiral, the whole spiral was dark and gloomy, only on the tip of the oncoming spiral, a little bright crystal was condensed.

Between the dazzling particles lies an endless rage.

The spiral was like a spinning giant diamond, striking through the dirt pit, and Xu Feng's seemingly thin black sword was pointing on the bright tip of the spiral, as if with a small fulcrum, it pried up the entire roaring hell.

The heaven and earth within dozens of zhang were completely darkened, and he howled at the piercing ghosts in the yin wind, Xu Feng said loudly: "The master is not dead yet, so he will come to cry and mourn." ”

The weight on his right arm gathered more and more, and the strong wind blew the green shirt violently, Xu Feng stomped his right foot on the thick ground, and the right hand holding the sword suddenly spun up.

Since the other party always wants to leave room for it, then do the opposite, give him a fish to die and the net to break, and the jade will be burned.

All the true elements in the secluded mansion were ignited in an instant, and the divine thoughts seemed to be endowed with the power of the soul, desperately converging to the right arm, and the human sword was united, opening the way with the sword, like a giant arrow off the string, and slammed into the gray-black spiral.

"Old Zamao, the master is here!"

With a broken drink, the air flow exploded in all directions, and countless true elements exploded within a radius of tens of zhang, and the originally fine dry grass and soil were crushed into even finer powder by the drumming true yuan, and they fell from the sky one after another.

The battle of crossing the border, Xu Feng is not unexperienced, but the Jinshi realm of the Sangdao people is obviously more condensed, maybe it is really good to recuperate in the rich Yingdu in the world, under the impact of Zhenyuan, his seemingly shriveled body is as solid as a golden stone, on the surface, it does not suffer much damage, but the gray Taoist robe is tattered, and on the messy bun, there are a few dry grasses of different lengths that are slightly ridiculous.

The sharp-eyed Xu Feng had already noticed that there was a trace of dirty blood on the hem of the Dao robe, which was the only sword that hit the opponent among the more than forty swords he desperately fought in the Chaos True Yuan.

"Miscellaneous hair, how do you feel!"

Xu Fengjian raised his eyebrows, straightened out his shirt, and forcibly suppressed the churning effort because of the blow he had just struck.

The gray-clothed old man shook his head suspiciously, staring at Xu Feng's sharply undulating chest from a distance, feeling the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Sure enough, it's just the Apocalypse Realm, the old man has been pampered in Yingdu for a long time, and he hasn't fought for too long, and he was almost bluffed by you." ”

The tall and thin Taoist man was laughing in the dim dry grass as if he was crazy, and at this time, the sunset burned out, the sky was dark, and Jing Qi and the coachman in the distance had already fought into two black dots that were intertwined with each other.

Under the loneliness, hundreds of broken knife guilds silently surrounded the crowd, and the Sang Dao people collected their laughter, and said in a gloomy manner: "Burying the dead in the suburbs, no matter how good, brothers will surround me to death, he can't break the sword in your hand if he is not in the golden stone realm, whenever there is a chance, just greet the Taoist master." ”

Xu Feng thought in his heart, he didn't expect that the broken knife would be this kind of fighting, although he was not in the Golden Stone Realm, but a cultivator at the peak of the Apocalypse, killing a few ordinary gangs was not the same as slaughtering a few chickens and ducks, this was piling up the lives of the gangsters on himself.

The hateful thing is that those fierce and vicious gangs do not seem to retreat, and they really come up step by step, like a tide.

The Sandao people were very satisfied with their prestige in the gang, and the long sword began to slowly move in the air again, and the white note floating in the wind on the grave, and the ugly face was full of mockery.

At this time, in the southern suburbs where the grass was declining, the hard earth suddenly shook, like thousands of horses rolling across the grassland, revealing a neat determination and will.

There was a solemnity on the face of the Sang Dao people. If Xu Feng's appearance was a planned change, the rumbling sound of killing was unexpected.

Those who were slightly numb had a trace of doubt on their originally calm faces, and they all looked at the place where the smoke and dust were rising.

As the grass neatly fell, rows of heavily armored armor appeared in front of him. At a glance, it was the official Xuanjia of the dynasty, with black edges and corners revealing a cold shimmer, and a soldier with a solemn expression, or not a soldier, because there were no flags and honor guards, and there were no runes on the armor that represented the formation.

In the dim night, as far as the eye can see, it is full of people, and it is roughly estimated that there are at least three thousand people!

Who is this!? How can he be in a place where he shouldn't be at this moment!

Could it be that Gang Leader Duan has other arrangements? There is no reason, Sang Daoren shook his head silently, obviously feeling that the target of these indifferent beast killing was himself, the hundreds of elites of the Broken Sword Society.

This is not the standard Xuanjia soldiers of the imperial court, because they do not have a number identified by runes, let alone a banner representing a certain territory of the Great Xia Empire. However, their equipment is indeed a standard Imperial soldier, whether it is expensive armor or bright spears in their hands, they are excellent maintenance killing weapons.

There was still a trace of confidence on the gloomy face of the Sang Dao man, and when the Xuanjia soldiers slowly parted from the middle, revealing a cold and sharp heavy crossbow, his face suddenly became dark, like a devil who was afraid of the sun, completely hidden in the shadows.

Anti-theft crossbow - the highest equipment of the patrol battalion of the state capital of the Great Xia Empire, both in strength and speed are dozens of times that of ordinary bows and arrows, and even second only to the formation-breaking crossbow on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang.

In the face of the Xuanjia soldiers, although there is not much chance, these gangsters who lick blood with knives also have the strength to fight, but in the face of these anti-theft crossbows that shine with cold light, the best weapon of the Black Wind Servants, they don't even have the slightest chance of winning.

The triangular eyes of the Sandao people were like turtledoves that were uneasy to roll up and down, and before they could move, they heard a voice ringing in their ears.

"The present world newspaper, haha, the master won't play with you......"

Xu Feng was like a blue bird coming out of the clouds, flying sideways in the air, Zhenyuan urged, his teeth were bitten by him, and he had the momentum to run as far as he could.

Before Xu Feng's toes hit the ground, he heard a screaming sound roaring into the sky, like a resentful ghost that killed Cui Soul, smashing down on those panicked gangs.

The Sang Dao people screamed miserably, and they didn't know if they were shot by a flying crossbow, and an unwilling roar echoed in the high black sky: "Lu Yunchang, you dare to use the national weapon privately! You dare to ...... Private use of national weapons!"

Those crossbows as swift as meteors can directly nail people to the ground, and if they hit the head, heart, or torso, the huge force can even pierce people directly into the earth. The flying crossbows formed a gray darkness in the sky, like the black robes of the Grim Reaper, and all the creatures that covered them would surely die.

Most anti-theft crossbows are a crossbow that pierces two people, or even several people, and from different directions, two crossbow arrows will collide with the pierced body again, and the flesh and bones will fly sideways, and blood will be splattered everywhere.

But after a few moments, the battle ended without suspense.

A team of well-trained Xuanjia soldiers indifferently walked into the corpse pile to mend the enemy who was lucky enough to be dead, mechanical and frugal.

Xu Feng saw the standard operation of the soldiers of the Great Xia Empire on the battlefield, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart - "As a last resort, don't fight with the imperial army." ”

Out of the crowd came a middle-aged staff member wearing a hood and a lean look, looking over the meadow with a searching gaze.

After a while, Jing Qi walked back slowly, and there was no trace of fierce battle on his calm face, only a blood mark more than two feet long on his chest, and a gap in Pu Dao's broken knife, reminding Fang Cai of the life-and-death struggle.

He looked at Xu Feng with a hint of regret, and smiled indifferently: "Ran away." ”

Ordinary people who don't know how to practice at all have been fighting the masters of the Apocalypse for several hours, but they only ran away with one sentence of understatement. Only Jing Qi in the world can be so indifferent.

Xu Feng knew that he still underestimated this always cold teenager, and responded with a smile.

"Wen catches the head. Jing Qi arched his hand.

"From today on, Wen no longer eats the court, and like Brother Jing, he is struggling for his life. ”

In the same days in Sendai, the head catcher surnamed Wen is an official, and Jing Qi is a thief, which is different from ordinary thieves and arrests, there is a trace of sympathy between them.

Jing Qi turned to look at the black-pressed soldier behind him, with doubts on his face.

The four fields were completely dark, and the silence was unusual.

"Sendai, it's the other way around!"

The simple four words came out of the mouth of the former Sendai No. 1 Catcher, and it seemed to smash into the hearts of the soldiers behind him like a mountain.

The Great Xia Empire has been peaceful for a long time, and the system of preparing for war in various state capitals has always existed, but there are some state pastors who are virtuous and foolish, and some of them have indiscriminately accumulated a few broken armor soldiers and are perfunctory; there are also a few capable and good officials, who are strong in their soldiers and horses, and have not slackened in the slightest for decades.

And the Sendai County Keeper Land Transport Chief, who has never been a mediocre person, has already set his sights on a hundred years after taking office, so he has today's excellent reserves.

It's just that these local soldiers and hot-blooded people who are loyal to the Great Xia Empire never thought that their first killing, from the root, turned out to be a rebellion that disobeyed the king's orders.

They did this for the sake of Sendai City, which their ancestors had been proud of for thousands of years in the history of the Great Xia Empire, and the more specific reason was that a person's name, Lu Yunchang, was tightly tied to this city, the officials who maintained it, and the ordinary people who were proud of it.