Since then, it's been three days.

The people of the Ancestral Spirit Hall had already caught up with Li Jingxuan the next day, and they originally wanted to rush up and kill Li Jingxuan directly. But, his head stopped them. In order to prevent Li Jingxuan from escaping, they chose a more sophisticated, but also more reliable method: they dispersed and tried to surround Li Jingxuan from a larger area. These disciples who came out of the grassland had an instinct similar to that of a beast, and they chased after Li Jingxuan from behind while blocking his path. At the same time, they also sent someone to inform the other teams of the Ancestral Spirit Hall and asked them to send someone to rush to the resources.

After all, the defeat of the Holy Dao a month ago had been a wake-up call. They didn't know if the actions of the Righteous Path Sect were just in time or deliberate, but they understood that if they wanted to kill this remnant of the Immortal Sect, they had to be fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Two days is a long time, which is enough for more than 100 people to lay a rough screen to catch Li Jingxuan's small fish.

Two days is a very short time, but more than thirty hours, there is not enough manpower from far away in Yanzhou to come to support.

Moreover, through the observation of the past two days, they also found that Li Jingxuan's guy is not simple. The young one-armed boy seemed to have some instincts similar to theirs, instinctively searching for the weakness of their encirclement and heading towards the sparsely manned area of the encirclement.

"Has this guy spotted us? Boss Hartle!" the red-haired green-robed guy was manipulating the Harrier Eagle in the sky to follow Li Jingxuan, and asked his boss about his unusual behavior, that is, the guy in the red robe with a hooked nose.

"Probably not, it's just that he has the same intuition as us...... According to our investigation of him, he was a fugitive from the Khan's War four years earlier...... Four years ago, he was able to escape from the strangulation of the remnants of the army, and I have to say that his luck was still very good. Hartle, the hook-nosed boss, said.

The Khanting War, that is, the war in the mouth of the Qianguo -- because the name of the war against the north carries a relatively obvious position, the side of the ancestral spirit hall naturally will not use such a name. They called the war after the place where the war ended, the Khan's court.

"Good luck, good luck in the face of absolute strength, all scum!" said the zombie-like guy with a white face and white robe.

"We can't make this too comfortable anyway. Let some people test him!In short, we will make him not have enough to eat and sleep!" Hartle thought for a moment and gave an order directly: "Let the outer disciples and the dead slaves do it." ”

"Understood!" the disciple standing behind Hartle turned to give the order.

Dead slaves, in fact, are slaves. However, unlike ordinary slaves, they are slaves composed of Jianghu people captured by the Ancestral Spirit Palace, and they are controlled by the Ancestral Spirit Palace, becoming the thugs of the Ancestral Spirit Palace, and working hard for the Ancestral Spirit Hall to continue their lives. In short, they are a pathetic and hateful bunch.

"Thirty dead slaves and four outer disciples...... I'm going to see what you can do to deal with this lineup. Looking at the departing figure of some people, Hartle's eyes flashed with an inexplicable brilliance.

They don't know how strong Li Jingxuan's combat power is. Although in that battle a month ago, Li Jingxuan had killed two disciples of the Qi Induction Realm, but because the people of the Ancestral Spirit Hall had already been wiped out in that battle, and the young men on the human side were ordered to be sealed by the elders of the Qiantian Palace, Hartle and the others did not know Li Jingxuan's strength. They could see that Li Jingxuan only had the level of the peak of the forging body, but the level realm was not equal to the combat power, and it was not unheard of that they had not heard of the matter of using the peak of the forging body to cross the level and kill the disciples of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

Therefore, out of prudence, they still planned to send someone to test Li Jingxuan's strength.

And so the killing team set off. Their purpose was to test Li Jingxuan, but if Li Jingxuan's strength was not good, their task might turn directly from temptation to attack and kill. This is inevitable, as long as the goal of killing Li Jingxuan can be accomplished, no one cares what means they use.

At this time, Li Jingxuan, who they regarded as the prey, was constantly shuttling through the forest, he was constantly running and jumping.

From that roar three days ago, he knew that he was in big trouble.

And the feeling that appeared around him the day before yesterday made him realize that someone was watching him. Although he didn't know if the person who was spying on him was an enemy of the Ancestral Spirit Hall or something else. But he could vaguely feel that an inexplicable net was shrinking from all sides, and its goal was to capture himself, and perhaps kill himself.

"It's really full of malice!" Li Jingxuan thought.

He didn't want to die yet, and his body naturally moved towards the place where the sense of malice was the lowest. It may have been a natural instinct that he used to escape from the terrible and chaotic battlefield four years ago when he had just crossed over to this body, and persevered until the moment he was rescued.

Is this luck? Maybe ...... But Li Jingxuan doesn't think so. He felt that if there was such a thing as luck in this world, then he himself would definitely be the luckiest traverser ever.

Think about what happened to him in the past few years!

lived well in the original world, but he encountered an inexplicable crossing and became one of the many crossing troops.

Well, crossing is also crossing. But the body that his luck found for himself turned out to be a civilian child's body. What can a twelve-year-old child do? invent and create, earn money to support his family, practice martial arts, and practice...... Well, these are all things that can be done, but it will undoubtedly take time to get them done.

However, his luck did not give him time. Soon after the crossing, he suffered the tragedy of the demon barbarian's destruction of the city, and he himself became a member of the slave brigade that was escorted back to the Khan Court by the demon barbarian. As a slave, he saw the most miserable, terrible, and tragic things in history. He understood what kind of blood and tears were contained in the three words "two-legged sheep". He lost his left arm for this.

After that, the army of Qianguo counterattacked, and he escaped from the chaotic battlefield with great hardships, and was finally rescued by his master Yu Zhenzi and entered the Immortal Sect.

He studied in the outer sect of the Immortal Sect for three years, cultivated hard, advanced himself to the eighth layer of forging body, and defeated one competitor after another, and finally became an inner disciple. Just when he thought that everything would be fine, that he could grow up under the blessing of the Immortal Sect, and further find a way to recover the broken arm, the Immortal Sect was broken by the demonic ancestral spirit hall, and he unexpectedly obtained the approval of the Hidden Scripture Cave Instrument Spirit after selecting exercises in the Tibetan Scripture Cave, and became one of the only four remaining members of the Immortal Sect.

This may be his great fortune, but it is also a great misfortune for those around him.

"The master is gone, the sect is gone, and now the senior sister is gone...... It seems that the people who follow me will not end well, but I can always find good luck in the bad!Alas, this is really ......" Li Jingxuan, who was running, shook his head slightly, his body shook slightly, and he turned an angle but went straight to the northeast. Although his luck was not very good, he still wanted to live. After feeling the malice in front of him getting stronger, he instinctively chose the direction where the malice was not so obvious. He felt that maybe it was his life.

After running for about two quarters of an hour, Li Jingxuan stopped.

It's not that he doesn't want to keep running, it's that someone is blocking the way.

Under the warm sunlight, on the slightly sparse clearing of the trees in front of them, more than a dozen figures were holding weapons and looking at Li Hao's side with a cruel smile, their faces full of the excitement of the hunter looking at the prey.

"Take me as prey? Hmph, it's up to you people...... I don't know who is the prey and who is the hunter. Li Jingxuan thought, still as cold as ice on the surface. He didn't say much, just directly drew the long sword at his waist and put on a ready-to-fight posture.

There was no pre-war declaration, no clash of words between masters, the two sides just looked at each other, and each understood each other's intentions, and then quickly approached and exchanged hands.

The sword qi roared in the forest, and the vitality roared in the air. The number of people on the side of the Ancestral Spirit Hall was in an advantageous position, and for Li Jingxuan, who was alone, they quickly formed an encirclement around him, and released fireworks to summon reinforcements at the first time.

The fierce lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, the people of the Ancestral Spirit Hall do not seem to be a sect full of rivers and lakes, but a bit similar to a well-organized army, once they get serious, the layout formed is definitely a headache.

At least, now Li Jingxuan has tasted this headache.

"Brush ...... Brush...... Brush!" Three scimitars slashed from top to bottom, one knife was looking at the center line of Li Jingxuan's brain, and the other two knives blocked the space for him to dodge left and right.

Those who use knives are all good at forging the body realm, Li Jingxuan felt the vitality of their blades, and easily judged their level: "Two acquired fifth-layer, one acquired sixth-layer? Damn it...... Where did the Ancestral Spirit Hall come from so many people in the rivers and lakes?"

In the face of such a sword light, he looked around again, and found that the strength of the enemy here was actually not weak, and Li Jingxuan couldn't help but have a toothache.

He also saw the fireworks that these people had just released to summon reinforcements. As soon as he thought about it, he understood what these people were planning, and his heart became more and more vigilant and anxious.

"I can't let them close me, I have to break through here as soon as possible. Li Jingxuan thought so.

At that moment, he took a deep breath, the muscles of his right arm holding the sword bulged, and the strength of his sword was a little heavier than usual.

In the face of the sword light that was slashed one after another, and in the face of the vitality of the sword that stood like a wall, Li Jingxuan actually did not retreat but advanced, and stepped forward, the long sword in his hand struck upward, but he directly blocked the three sharp steel knives with one enemy and three enemies.

There was a crisp sound of "Ding ......", and then three steel knives came out of the hands of the three people. Li Jingxuan then took a step forward, the long sword in his hand slashed back, swinging away the two scimitars that were slashed from behind, and his left sleeve turned into a short whip swept out under the agitation of his vitality, and slapped past the chests of the three people.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Smack!" There were three crisp sounds, and three figures flew backwards from Li Jingxuan's body, falling heavily to the ground. The disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall looked at them, only to see that their chests were all sunken, lying on the ground in pain, and scarlet blood spitting out of their mouths. After a while, the three of them were already out of breath and out of breath and out of breath.

"What? One move to solve three acquired powerhouses? How is this possible. Seeing the three companions who were also dead slaves lying on the ground and could only wait for death to come, all the dead slaves in the forest couldn't help but tingle their scalps and fear. As a martial artist, these people are definitely not strong-willed and fearless.

They are afraid of death, so they will succumb to the poison of the Ancestral Spirit Hall and become their thugs. For them, bullying the weak, fighting more and fighting less, and fighting with the wind is the most wonderful thing. And fighting with the strong, as cannon fodder, is what they try to avoid.

Now that Li Jingxuan has shown his strength, they naturally don't dare to make a move with Li Jingxuan. After all, they very much don't want to die.

However, can this matter be done by them?

"Give me a ...... Don't you want your antidote, you slaves, kill him, and we'll give you more of the antidote you've already taken. Seeing the retreat of these Jianghu people, the disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall were immediately dissatisfied, and they shouted loudly, using antidotes to coerce these Jianghu people to step forward.

There is no way, these Jianghu people at least continue to move forward. They lined up in formation according to the training of the Ancestral Spirit Palace, and the weapons in their hands beckoned to Li Jingxuan's body. For them, the antidote is their life. Without an antidote, they will definitely die, and fighting Li Jingxuan desperately may die to others instead of themselves.

"Damn...... The strength of these people is not weak, but they ......" Li Jingxuan gritted his teeth and slashed horizontally with the long sword in his hand. The sharp blade of the sword slashed through the chest of a man who made a stick, and the vitality on the sword burst out, directly slashing the person who made the stick, even with a stick, in two sections. Blood spurted out of this guy's body at once, and this especially warm red liquid poured Li Jingxuan who stepped forward to permeate it. Specks of blood spilled on his body, staining his face and clothes with a fishy smell.

Li Jingxuan stepped forward again, his body shook slightly, dodged a shot poked from the right side, rolled back with his left sleeve to catch a sword stabbed from the left side, and once again defused a new wave of siege from the other side with a gesture.

At this time, his long sword stabbed forward, like the brilliant sword light of the galaxy, lit up in the shadows of the trees in the forest, with the majesty of the great river surging eastward and never returning, annihilating the two figures in front of him who tried to get close to him and engage in a short fight with him.

The next moment, two corpses with holes and sores flew out upside down and smashed on the ground in the forest again, splashing a dead branch and leaves.

At this moment, Li Jingxuan had already taken his fifth step forward.