The ferocity of the broken mirror was far beyond everyone's expectations, although the guards were in disarray, no one retreated, and the six people of the Liuyun Sect leaped over the heads of the guards, and the long sword instantly spread a piece of sword qi. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The six swords were unsheathed together, like six lightning bolts, and before anyone arrived, the sword qi on the sword had already torn through the air and made a sneering sound.

The hair on the broken mirror stood on end, and it let out a loud roar, the steely soles of its feet stomped on the ground, and countless sand and stone fragments splattered and sprayed.

Jiang Zhonghu still calmly sent out the feather arrow, Hui Yue's face did not move, and the old coachman on the palace maid's car opened his eyes angrily, holding the long hilt of the Mo knife in both hands.

No one knew his identity, thinking that he was just an old and frail horseman, but they didn't know that he had resisted the demon enemy country in Lanyue Pass, and was the only survivor in the most tragic battle to defend the pass.

Zhuo Zangfeng quietly pinched three feather arrows.

Jiang Zhonghu shot arrows at the nostrils of the broken mirror, and most of them were shot down by the red Xuan Qi that erupted from the broken mirror.

Outside, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the princess sat in the carriage and was indifferent.

Zhuo Zangfeng really wondered if this princess was deaf. Fortunately, the horses selected this time have all gone through the war, otherwise it would be really difficult to control once they were frightened and ran wildly.

The cultivator's sword qi path was swift and full of lethality, and although it could not cut into the flesh of the broken mirror, it also scratched its heavy hair many times.

The six people cooperated tacitly, their bodies were erratic, sometimes high and longitudinal, sometimes low, and the fierce offensive of breaking the mirror could not be effective for a while, and they could not rush out of the sword qi surrounding, and they were so angry that they roared again and again.

This is a contest of strength and endurance, and the broken mirror is certainly fierce, but under the swords of the six cultivators, only bright and flickering sword light can be seen, and no figure can be captured at all.

Its body was huge, and it was too much of a loss of vitality under the fierce attack, and with each heavy consumption, his originally huge body shrank a little.

When Zhou Zaizhi saw this situation, he immediately shouted loudly: "The fierce beast is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and it has exhausted the Xuan Qi in its body. ”

Fighting any further, the broken mirror body slowly became the size of a goat, Zhuo Zangfeng breathed a sigh of relief, this guy finally couldn't support it.

However, things were not as rosy as he had imagined.

After this hard fight, the vitality of the six people of the Liuyun Sect was almost lost, and there was no longer the sword energy of the Radiant Shimmering on the long sword, but they were just fighting with a fierce force to attack the broken mirror.

The broken mirror body has become smaller, but the speed of the attack is faster, although there is no tiger and tiger wind of Fang Cai, but the sharp soles of the feet will pull out a few long cuts when they grab the flesh.

Hui Yue saw the disciples of the Liuyun Sect with cold eyes, only to see that some of them had messy steps and pale faces, obviously there was no vitality in the dantian qi sea that could be used, and sneered: "Decades ago, the Liuyun Sect was famous in the Tang Dynasty for its pus, but now it is even more pustular, it is really blue!"

Zhuo Zangfeng listened to the tone of the female nun, it seemed that he had a deep relationship with the Liuyun Sect, thinking that this was someone else's business, he didn't have the kung fu to deal with it, and even though he stopped the broken mirror attack at the moment, the victory was still not decided.

The remaining guards were tightly gathered in front of the princess's carriage, facing the enemy, their long knives in their hands slanted, ready to replace the people of the Liuyun Sect at any time.

Hui Yue sneered again: "The Liuyun Sect can also fight hard, and if they continue to fight, they are afraid that they will suffer extremely serious internal injuries." ”

The old coachman picked up the Mo knife and said, "I'll go!"

Huiyue didn't look at him, and said coldly: "You finally picked up an old bone from Lanyue Pass, do you want to throw it here?"

The old coachman said generally: "Protect the lord, why fear life and death!?"

As he said that, he jumped out of the carriage and was about to rush over, when Hui Yue stretched out his left palm towards his vest, and a slight vitality hit his back, and he involuntarily retreated and sat obediently on the carriage.

The sound of a fierce fight came, and the wind blew through the deep valley, as if he had never moved.

Huiyue snorted: "With me here, where is your turn?"

Jiang Zhonghu's feather arrows also lost their effect at this time, shooting all his quivers, and taking the quivers sent by the guards, but at this time, the broken mirror movement was fast, and he could always dodge the feather arrows he shot.

The broken mirror roared, venting its anger, its body was covered with sword marks, although it could not hurt the bones, but the pain of the flesh was not pleasant, and the fierce beast had long lost its mind under the rage.

Finally, two Liuyun Sect disciples were exhausted and physically exhausted, and retreated under Duan Chen's orders.

The mirror-breaking offensive has also become slow, and the chest has risen and fallen greatly, and it is obviously powerless.

Another disciple retreated, and at this moment, there were only three people left, Duan Chen, Zhou Zaizhi and Liu Chuwei.

In order to prevent unexpected changes, Jiang Zhonghu did not order the guards to step forward, at this time, protecting Her Royal Highness the princess was the most important, and other things, even if all the blood of the Liuyun Sect stained the ground, he would not frown.

The Tang Dynasty is not without a pension policy, and the Liuyun Sect can naturally enjoy it, and in the heart of this captain who has a career as a horse, he dies in battle no less than the Phoenix Nirvana, which is the most glorious thing in the world.

The bloodstains sprinkled on the ground by the broken mirror, and the bloody footprints stepped on by the Liuyun Sect and others messily, all told the tragedy of this battle. The fierce broken mirror had a dim light in its eyes, and it no longer had the demeanor of a king, its long tail hanging weakly on the ground, its legs trembling, obviously unable to support, and finally fell into the dust.

Zhou Zaizhi's eyes turned black, the sea of dantian qi was already empty, he had lost the nourishment of his vitality, and the excessive use of Xuan power caused his body to be extremely weak, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries.

Looking at the broken mirror that fell less than a foot away from him, he couldn't support it and fell. At the moment of falling, he thought that if the broken mirror did not fall before him, then he had become a pile of rotten meat at this moment.

Duan Chen and Liu Chuwei breathed a sigh of relief, and walked down one after the other, they were too tired, they had to recover their strength, and they also had to restore the vitality in the sea of dantian qi.

Huiyue closed her eyes and didn't look at the bloodstained battlefield.

The guards began to search for the bones of their dead brothers, and as they looked at the crumbling limbs on the ground, everyone fell silent.

However, at this moment, a strange change did not hide from Zhuo Zangfeng's eyes.

Through the people who were cleaning the bodies of the guards, Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the place where the broken mirror fell, and there was a fine vitality flowing rapidly in the high air, and then converged towards the body of the broken mirror.

It was full of indescribable evil colors, like it had grown out of a dark cloud, and it was like a swarm of black flies landing on some rancid corpse on the ground.

Lying on the ground, the broken mirror suddenly stood up, its body as tall as a giant elephant, its tightly exposed fangs shining brightly, and the hair on its head stood on end, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

It's doing the final blow.

It used the telekinetic power at the time of dying to attract the resentment of the cultivators in heaven and earth, and did not hesitate to explode and shatter the meridian bones, and Qiang Shengsheng expanded his body dozens of times.

Zhou Zaizhi just thought that he was very lucky, but at this time, looking at the giant beast rising in front of him, he was no longer able to escape, so he could only watch, with a desperate look in his eyes.

This time he didn't have any chance to escape at all, and stepping on his body would trample him into a puddle of mud.

Looking at the broken mirror like a small mountain, watching him climb up hideously, his tall huge head seemed to be much higher than the peaks behind it, Zhuo Zangfeng drove away the uneasy emotions in his heart, looked at it calmly, and quickly put three arrows on the bowstring.

Concentrate, pay attention to the wind speed, open the strings, and the three feather arrows immediately cut through the air, shooting head-on towards the broken mirror in an inverted zigzag.

Three arrows were fired, and he quickly took the arrows, and then fired his bow.

The first three feather arrows were not straight in the air, but in a parabolic shape, flying from top to bottom in front of the broken mirror and suddenly falling, by the counterattack of the vitality that Zhuo Zangfeng had already observed, the arrow was upward, lightning embedded in the middle of the eyes of the broken mirror, and the remaining arrow shot straight to the nostrils, at this moment, the feather arrow shot out from behind caught up with the previous feather arrow, the two arrows were parallel, impartial and just inserted into the two nostrils of the broken mirror.

The direction of the feather arrow was extremely ingenious, not only did it firmly avoid the mysterious qi emitted by the broken mirror before it died, but it also shot into the eyes and two nostrils of the giant beast with lightning speed and strong force, leaving only the arrow feathers outside.

The Broken Mirror let out a low roar, and its huge body seemed to freeze, still as if it were frozen, and two red rays of light suddenly erupted from its eye sockets, forcing the feather arrows out of its eyes.

The sharp tip of the arrow pierced deep into the pupil, and the huge eyeballs pierced the shaft of the arrow, like a child's unfinished beading game.

Suddenly, the two eyeballs with feathered arrows fluttered on the ground, and they fell to the ground suddenly, sinking into the thick earth together, leaving only two white feathered arrows with blood stains.

A low and terrible roar resounded through the valley, and the broken mirror struggled, and the resentment of heaven and earth that had just been condensed suddenly spread from the inside, and the huge force crushed the bones and toenails, tore the flesh and bone fascia, and finally there was a loud bang, and the debris and flesh foam flew everywhere.

The surviving guards and the people of the Liuyun Sect all saw this amazing archery skill, and when they looked back at the young man who had sent out the feathered arrows in shock, they saw him sitting upright on horseback, holding up a water bladder and drinking bitterly, as if the arrows had nothing to do with him.

They couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, Captain Jiang once said that the boy carried out this mission, but because he had not built an inch, the military department had a reason to give him a letter of recommendation to go to Tai Academy to practice after returning to Chang'an?

Jiang Zhonghu has always been conceited with archery, and he is standing on a high ground at the moment. From the beginning to the present, he has been shooting arrows non-stop, but his arrows have no lethal power.

A thousand arrows are better than one arrow!

Just as the broken mirror was standing up again, he snatched the bow and arrow from the guard's hand, and fired the bow as fast as he could.

At the same moment, the young man on the opposite side had not yet raised his arrows, but as soon as he took aim, he heard a fierce sound of breaking through the air.

Zhuo Zangfeng shot three arrows, and then added another arrow, which had already penetrated the broken eyes and two nostrils in an instant.

The bow was still in his hand, the arrow was still on the string, and before he could send it, Zhonghu lowered his arm and the feather arrow slipped quietly from his hand.

This young man always has unexpected actions, and just when he recognized the hairpin, he unraveled the obscure note, and Huiyue still thought that the young man was simple-minded, or stupid. Such people occasionally avoid the kind of careful thinking that is common in intelligent and witty people, and see things as they are.

But at this moment, the nun had to look at the boy again, looking at the pleasure of the young man looking up to the sky, the contours of the side face, and the thick eyebrows raised high, she deeply felt how shallow she was.

This was originally a proud young man, like standing out from the crowd, and the simplicity he occasionally revealed was actually a kind of cultivation that was hidden but not revealed, hiding the edge in the pen and hiding the edge in the sword, would he do it unintentionally? Or is it a kind of intentional concealment?

The sun had already set over the mountain, and a brilliant fiery cloud in the western sky was reflected on the nun's solemn face, giving her a faint sense of detachment.

Zhuo Zangfeng drank the water in the water bladder, and looked sideways at the corner of the curtain on the princess's frame, revealing a pair of clear and beautiful eyes.