The autumn wind between heaven and earth groaned softly, and an extremely strong sword intent surging like a tide was quickly captured.

Zhuo Zangfeng held the bow in one hand and controlled the string in the other, raising it without sending it.

What happened in this moment was too sudden.

The first two arrows were unhindered and nailed into the smooth and greasy back of the cloud-treading horses, and the majestic and powerful Pegasus flourished at this moment, and stood as steady as a mountain in pain, not like ordinary horses who were frightened and ran wildly.

Azag heard the bowstring vibrate, and his qi suddenly gushed out, and when he realized that the feather arrow was aimed at his mount, and before he could dodge or block, he suddenly felt something strange within a few feet of his body.

When he looked up, a black feathered arrow shot again with an overwhelming force.

The two arrows arrived almost at the same time, and the latter arrow was obviously more powerful, directly bypassing the protective energy around him and shooting at the weakest point.

Azag's face sank, and the magical archery skills should have come from a cultivator.

He didn't have time to think about the sneak attacker, and with a thought, the sword in the sheath behind his back slid out, and quickly slashed the feathered arrows that came at him, and then the long sword fell steadily into his palm.

His qi was a little scattered, and it was obviously not easy to deal with the two deadly arrows in a hurry, if it was a feather arrow sent by an ordinary soldier, a thousand and hundreds could be ignored.

However, before he could exhale a breath of turbidity, two bright and sharp hidden blades fell from the sky, and two sword qi like training quickly slashed at his defenseless arm.

The two Hidden Blades danced, one up and one down, and slashed at the same part of Azag's arm in succession.

The two swords originally slashed at his head and neck, but he was forced to retreat by the vitality in the sea of qi that he quickly lifted up, and then the bees collected nectar and fell on his thick arms.

Although he could see that the master of the Hidden Blade was a fifth-rank martial artist, one order lower than him, the cultivator's sword qi was extremely fast, and he was slashing like a see-saw at the same part, and he didn't have time to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, he slashed him with one arm to the ground.

Azag endured the severe pain, his eyes widened in anger, and he looked at Lingxiu, who jumped off his horse and was summoning the Hidden Blade back.

"You turned out to be a cultivator too!"

Ling Xiuqiao's face was covered with beads of sweat, her eyes stared at the pale Azag, thinking of the cold arrow that flew from nowhere, and secretly said that she was lucky.

The first arrow was shot at the mount, and Lingxiu happened to be angry with her two hidden blades, and her body was already flying in the air, and she also happened to avoid the heavy arrow that Zhuo Zangfeng shot at the back of her heart. Listening to the whistling cluster of arrows shooting into the stone wall beside her, she used her full force to drive the Hidden Blade and slashed at Azag, who was recuperating his qi.

It is also thanks to this flying cold arrow, otherwise in the face of an enemy higher than his own realm, it is impossible to hit with one blow.

She didn't leave Azag a chance to breathe at all, the Hidden Blade roared and landed in the palm of her hand, her waist and back twisted, and the sword turned into a bolt of lightning, and she attacked and killed it with lightning speed.

Yao Changshan, who had been in battle for a long time, saw Zhuo Zangfeng's arrows like rain, shooting at the enemy repeatedly, taking advantage of the situation to shout angrily, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and he picked up the Mo knife and rushed to Azaha behind him.

The princess was sitting on horseback, and she was also paying attention to the movements around her, and at this time she was surprised: "Why did Lingxiu do something to the palace guards!?"

Not knowing the situation ahead, he didn't dare to release the arrow rashly, Zhuo Zangfeng just freed his hand and concentrated on dealing with Azaha, who was fighting with Yao Changshan.

The bow opened like a full moon, and the arrows went like meteors, Zhuo Zangfeng took a good time, filtered out the heavy breath of Yao Changshan, listened attentively to the breath of the cultivators behind him, and then shot the feather arrows one by one.

The cluster of arrows encountered Azaha's protective body vitality and quickly shifted, and then suddenly raised its head like a spirit snake, shooting towards him.

While dodging Yao's heavy blade, Azaha also distracted himself from the heavy arrows sent by Zhuo Zangfeng. At first, he could still use his sword qi to shoot down the feather arrows far away, but then the speed of the feather arrows became faster and faster, and he didn't have time to breathe at all.

After the twelve arrows were fired, the feather arrows were already approaching him, and he had to swing his long sword to block.

However, as soon as Azaha shot down the cluster of arrows, Yao's long-handled Mo knife slashed again, and he had to swing his sword again to block.

Immediately after that, another heavy arrow, and another heavy Mo knife.

Feather arrows and Mo knives cooperate tacitly and attack in turn.

Zhuo Zangfeng's heavy arrows are sharp and swift, and if he is not careful, he will break through Azaha's body-protecting vitality; Yao's long-handled knife skills are exquisite, blindly slashing desperately, and the knife is fierce and full of momentum.

As the bowstring trembled, the arrow grew faster and faster, and the knife became more and more fierce as the white hair flew.

A cultivator with a powerful realm is slow and scrambled in this arrow, and he can't condense the vitality in the sea of dantian qi at all.

Suddenly, there was a hiss, and the Divine Horse's Cloud Stepping Pegasus couldn't stand these two powerful forces, and his legs snapped in unison.

With a cry of surprise, Azaha was thrown into the air, and the horse's body toppled like a mountain.

He was a little flustered, immediately reorganized his qi, took advantage of the momentum to fly in the air, quickly breathed, the light of the long sword was as bright as electricity, and a series of thirteen swords forced Yao Changshan back, and then stepped on the ground with both feet, condensing his breath.

At this time, he was furious, gritting his teeth at Zhuo Zangfeng, eager to eat his flesh raw.

There was wind in the air, and there was no more strings.

He was sure that the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, the young man who made the archers in the army ashamed of himself, had no arrows to shoot.

Although Yao Changqi is old, he also has the style of being honest.

In the twilight of the strong man, the majestic wind is still there, he runs like the wind, and the knife falls like the wind. Every move is done with all your might, and every style is a desperate way to play.

After being forced back by the thirteen swords of the cultivator who cultivated to a realm far above him, he regained his strength, and in the midst of the white hair, the old man slashed wildly, thirteen swords in a row, and the sword wind roared like waves.

In the face of this old soldier who was not afraid of death, Azaha retreated twelve steps in a row. After Yao Changshan's thirteenth knife shattered a boulder on the ground, he finally adjusted his qi.

He shot out angrily, and a sword light fell on the fierce Mo knife, and the sharp sword qi split the knife surface, and the tip of the sword slipped through the gap in the blade, making a piercing "swish" sound, and then the sword momentum went straight forward, stabbing into Yao's shoulder like lightning.

He shook his wrists, trying to break the fascia bone of the old man's shoulder.

However, although Azag's cultivation is strong, his experience in facing the enemy is not as good as that of this old soldier who rolled out of the blood pool in the army.

Yao Changqi quickly sank his shoulders and threw his arms, and the long sword that pierced into his shoulders immediately slipped out, soaring out a stream of bloody arrows. Yao Changshan took advantage of the situation to roll on the ground extremely quickly, avoiding the opponent's continuous attacks.

Taking the opportunity, Azaha looked ahead of the group.

Azag, who had lost one of his arms, could no longer function the vitality in his body, and with a little exertion, the blood flowed from the broken arm.

His face was sallow.

With his cultivation as the realm, the vitality runs in the meridian qi sea, and one arm is broken, as if the embankment has burst. The vitality in his body suddenly lost its path of circulation, like a headless fly, not controlled at all.

Only the Great Sword Master or Grand Master in the "Four Divine Realms" can open up another meridian immediately after the meridian is damaged, without the slightest influence, and even the body is full of vitality, and can also recover the injury in a short time.

Azag's body was stabbed through countless holes by his twin swords, and he was covered in blood.

Suddenly, Lingxiu scolded, and the Hidden Blade jumped like a twin snakes, passing directly through his eyes, and flew back into her white palm with a trace of blood.

Azaha was stunned, and he leaped up, and the long sword in mid-air carried a fierce sword aura, and slashed straight at Lingxiu's head.