Convincing a group of losers, or perhaps a group of lucky ones, is not too difficult to do. After all, they all had important people who had been taken captive by strongmen outside the city.

These people are either their sisters, sisters, or brothers...... They are the ones who suffered at the hands of that gang of strongmen, but they did not die. They have hatred for that group of people, and they all want to seek revenge on that group of people and save their relatives and friends.

In fact, when Li Jingxuan and Lingyun didn't come, they were already secretly linked. They themselves have the idea of working together to save people, but the appearance of Li Jingxuan and Lingyun, two almost "innate" masters, has made their thoughts firmer and more confident.

The two sides made some calculations, but they were ready to act quickly, and they didn't talk to the gang about any civility and politeness, or what rules of the rivers and lakes.

"Whatever is powerful for me, don't worry about some people saying that you are ruthless. We are saving people and killing people, not competing in the ring, and we can't tolerate so warmth and silence. Li Jingxuan said to them.

A group of people who are carried away by anger and hatred do not have any opinion on this.

Everybody agreed.

Li Jingxuan gave everyone three hours to prepare.

Three hours later, in the middle of the moon, everyone quietly avoided the defenders of the fortress and descended the city by ropes. A quarter of an hour later, dozens of figures swept into the darkness.

Because, the group set up two camps in the woods outside the city, and the troops were scattered, so Li Jingxuan discussed with everyone, and also divided the troops, and launched an attack on the two camps at the same time.

It's just that, considering the difference in the number of people between the two sides, there is also a gap in high-end combat power. Li Jingxuan's division of troops is also emphasized.

He organized twenty or so masters of the fifth stage of the day after tomorrow into a team, and his senior sister led him to invade the camp north of the Holy Dao, mainly to contain it.

And he himself took the remaining thirty-four people and went straight to the camp south of the Holy Road, but he had the intention of directly destroying and rescuing people.

"Saving people comes first, as long as we rescue people, we can have stronger combat power. At that time, it will not be a problem to win the master of the innate realm. Li Jingxuan said.

At this time, the moon stars are scarce. In the sky, the square silver hemisphere was constantly pouring cold moonlight on the earth below.

On the side of the holy road, in the dense woods, the light was hazy, and the tall trees blocked the silver moonlight, and only some faint afterglow was projected down, so that Li Jingxuan and the others could only see the situation slightly beyond five zhang.

On the opposite side, a small village has been erected. The village is round in shape, built of wood, and has a radius of about one mile. There are eleven tents scattered all over the world, one large, one small and one small. There are two doors before and after the small village, and there are four arrow towers near the left side of the two gates, and there are two archers on each arrow tower.

Li Jingxuan walked around the camp from afar, carefully observed the specific layout of the camp, and then arranged it: "Brother Jiang, Brother Wu, you are good at the Dark Blue Gate, and the people in the arrow tower here will be handed over to you to deal with." As for the arrow tower over there, Brother Zheng and Brother Li, I just want to see your magic arrows. ”

Li Jingxuan's memory is extremely good, but after greeting everyone, he memorized their respective appearances, titles, backgrounds, and kung fu skills, and issued orders without a pause at this moment.

"Good...... Let's just take a look at our methods. The four of them nodded vigorously and answered in a low voice.

Jiang Chen and Wu Xiong are slender, with arms above the knees, and fingers that are one point longer than ordinary people, which is a sign that the dark green gate kung fu is getting started. As good hands at hidden weapons, their strength lies not in frontal combat, but in lurking in the shadows, and in silently throwing a fatal blow to their prey. They were the remnants of the Assassins of antiquity, cultivated by the Terrans to hunt in the dark.

Under the shade of the hazy trees, Jiang Chen and Wu Xiong jumped with footsteps lighter than a civet cat, and quietly approached less than ten meters away from the arrow tower, lurking on the ground there. They lie on their stomachs, merging with the earth, holding their breath for their moment.

The two men on the arrow tower patrol back and forth, each of them responsible for the direction of a hemisphere. In the moment when they turned their backs to each other, they couldn't see the front of them for less than a breath. This is the opportunity for Jiang Chen and Wu Xiong.

Soon, that moment came.

Jiang Chen and Wu Xiong didn't even make eye contact with each other, so they suddenly stood up from the grass, raised their hands, and sent out the darts in their hands.

The darts of the Dark Blue Gate were developed by their elders after hundreds of years of deliberation. In Li Jingxuan's opinion, these darts have extremely smooth curved surfaces, and their appearance is not much different from those high-speed flying machines he has seen in his previous life - fusiform, side wings, and swept tails, as if they have been blown by thousands of winds.

At this time, the two darts, painted in matte black ash, were simply imperceptible in the faint moonlight.

"Whoosh ......" darts shoot and whizz through the air.

The whistling sound was not loud, but it was still noticed by the four guys on the arrow tower.

They were about to look back, but before they could fully turn around, the darts had already soared in front of them.

The next moment, the dart head entered the flesh, and blood splattered everywhere. With such force that the dart went deep into their necks, it broke their heads, and they felt like they had been hammered, and their bodies flipped backwards in the air twice, and smashed heavily on the rudimentary hoarding.

Fortunately, the arrow tower they built themselves is quite sturdy, and the space is relatively spacious, otherwise these two guys will be afraid that they will turn over and fall to the ground under this blow, and make a big move.

At the same time as the two of them moved, Zheng Xuansu and Li Qian, who touched the back end of the other walled gate, also drew their bows and arrows and killed the four guys on the arrow tower at the back door.

As disciples of the Divine Arrow Sect, they were older than Jiang Chen and Wu Xiong, and their minds were more calm.

Although they are all in a hurry to save people, they don't bring their emotions into the battle very much. Their arrows were neither light nor heavy, not only penetrating the throats of the archers on the arrow tower quickly, but also never making a big noise like Jiang Chen and Wu Xiong.

In this way, in just a few breaths, the sentries on the four arrow towers have been cleared.

When Li Jingxuan saw this scene, he waved his hand gently, and four Jianghu people with very strong arms put the flying claws used to attack the city and pull out the fortress on the arrow tower.

After that, the flying claw was fixed on the arrow tower, and the four people tightened the rope at the back end of the flying claw, and made a stator on the ground early, and there were two light skill masters, stepping on the rope, and going down to the edge of the gate through the arrow tower, which was opened for Li Jingxuan and others.

"People who are good at hidden weapons and those who are above the fifth order of the day after tomorrow go to the arrow tower and control the high point...... The rest of the people followed me from the periphery, and destroyed all the people in the little tents first. Li Jingxuan coldly assigned the task.

At this time, except for the big tent, there were lights and people in the camp, and the rest of the camp was still quiet.

From the fifth watch of the night, people are the most asleep in the day. Maybe he was very confident in his prestige, or maybe he trusted the sentries of the arrow tower outside, in short, when Li Jingxuan started to act, most of the people in the camp were still asleep.

After all, where there are people, there is high ground. Where there are high and low, there are different treatments.

The people in the main tent could hold the plundered beauties in their arms, drink good wine, sing wildly, and do whatever they wanted under the glittering brazier. And these people sleeping in the sub-tent can only wear cold pillows and thin quilts.

Although they are also powerful, although the thin quilt and cold pillow do not allow them to suffer from the cold, the difference between the two is already obvious.

If you don't want to endure such treatment, you can only work hard to become stronger. And it takes time to try to get stronger, and you have to be patient before that.

Something like this has happened more than once in the Ancestral Spirit Temple. So these people who sleep in sub-tents have long been used to it. They did the simplest and most tiring work, and at the end of the day they were tired, and they slept soundly, and finally lost their lives in this sleep.

Figures came and went outside the main tent, and a faint smell of blood slowly spread in this not very large camp.

However, there are ten small tents in the camp, and not all of them sleep like pigs.

After a while, someone felt bad in their sleep and woke up. When he saw the uninvited guests in his tent, he couldn't help but roar: "Enemy attack!"

A roar of rage spread throughout the camp. Although the first person to raise such a loud voice was quickly wiped off the neck in the next moment, more people woke up because of it. Some of them panicked, while others quickly found their blades and pushed away their tents in the direction of the main tent.

In the darkness of the night, the enemy attacked suddenly, and its number and strength were unknown. In this case, it is really a good strategy to defend themselves against the enemy outside the tent, and it is better to gather into a more powerful force at the main tent, but it is much more convenient to fight and escape.

They thought so, and they did.

And what they did was clearly seen in Li Jingxuan's eyes, which made Li Jingxuan understand their calculations at once.

"Break down, don't let them get together. In the dark night, Li Jingxuan shouted loudly. Immediately, he pinched the spell, summoned tiny sparks, and flew towards the tents in the camp with a snap of his fingers.

The tent was set on fire all at once. The fire spread through the camp under the night wind.

In the camp, the light is shining. Li Jingxuan's sneak attack also turned into a strong attack at this moment.

The fight began.

Li Jingxuan pulled out the green steel sword on his back with his backhand, and shook the sword flower to kill the disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall who were still a little frightened - they were indeed people from the Ancestral Spirit Palace, and the glittering fire illuminated their disheveled bodies, and also illuminated the Ancestral Spirit Hall markers hidden in the shadows of their bodies.

At this moment, Li Jingxuan no longer doubted their identity.

The sword light that was condensed like a match suddenly rose in the dark night, first dispersed into countless dazzling starlights, and then merged into one, even into one piece.

In this flickering sword light, several disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall clutched their throats and fell. They turned into corpses, with surprise and pervasiveness, and fell to the ground without looking at them, and not far behind them, Li Jingxuan's indifferent and thin body slowly loomed.

At this moment, he gently shook off the blood stains on the long sword in his hand.

"Three?" Li Jingxuan silently counted the disciples of the Ancestral Spirit Hall who were killed by himself, and shook his head gently: "It's not enough......"

He muttered, the expression on his face shifted between calm and madness, and finally his face was hideous, but his eyes were extremely cold. His long sword shook again, and with a smack, it brought up a brilliant silver light.

This silver light changed halfway, turning into a seemingly fleeting soft cloud, and gently flew towards a disciple of the Ancestral Spirit Hall who was making a stick.

The sword is like a soft cloud, its meaning is cotton, the body is like a breeze, and its state is like a fairy.

In the seemingly powerless sword cloud, there is a hidden killer blow, which is the power of Li Jingxuan's sword power.

The sword cloud seemed to be slow and fast, as if it could be easily dodged, but in fact, the people who were shrouded by it had no room to dodge at all.

The disciple of the Ancestral Spirit Hall who made the stick still wanted to swing the stick to smash Li Jingxuan's soft and weak sword cloud, like the legendary demon saint golden ape who raised a huge stick, turning it into light dust, but everything was not as simple as he thought. His iron rod only probed into the sword cloud, and the fierce and unforged power on it was absorbed and dissolved by the sword momentum of the cloud, and then driven by the sword cloud.

One thread, two threads, one point, two points...... The iron rod slipped in the palm of his hand. For a while, he couldn't even grasp his own weapon.

The power enters the sword cloud, life and death are not up to anyone!

At this moment, he really felt the terrifying power of Li Jingxuan's cloud sword.

"Damn...... He was able to absorb my power and transform it into the power of a sword cloud. In that case, then I'll give up this iron rod. I'd like to see how you can borrow it, if I don't have the power to give it to you. He thought about it decisively, and he was going to let go right now.

However, his blade was in the hands of Li Jingxuan's sword cloud, and it was so easy to give up.

The moment he let go, Li Jingxuan's sword momentum immediately changed. The sword momentum that was originally extremely soft became dense, and countless needle-like sword qi shot out from the clouds, piercing his vital point at the moment when the disciple of the Ancestral Spirit Hall had no time to react, poking him into a thousand holes, like a rag doll, flying upside down into the distance.

"Are you a disciple of the Immortal Sect?" an exclamation sounded from the main tent, and a figure flew like lightning behind the disciple of the Ancestral Spirit Hall who had been poked and grabbed him tightly. The figure was tall and thin, and its knuckles were like dead wood.

I saw a finger in the depths of him, probed it into the wound of the corpse of the disciple of the Ancestral Spirit Palace, and pounded it for a while, hooked a ball of flesh and blood, and put it in his sharp and high chin mouth for a while, and a trace of nostalgia suddenly appeared on his strange and thin face: "The ...... of the Baiyun Sword Qi Sure enough, it's like a marshmallow. It reminds me of the person I ate with Master four months ago. The White Cloud Sword Technique of the Immortal Sect...... Hee-hee, this is really a unique taste in the world. Boy, are you the apprentice of that Jade Zhenzi? I didn't expect that the first elder of the Immortal Sect who was killed by us would actually leave you as a remnant of the Immortal Sect. Jie Ji ...... In that case, let me claw you apart. ”

The man laughed, the shrill and strange laughter that made the heads of those around him dizzy.

"This is a master!" Li Jingxuan's eyes suddenly sharpened. He felt the qi of the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and quickly made a general judgment of his strength: "This guy is a beginner-level master of the Qi Induction Realm!"