Just after seeing the crossbow arrows shot out of the enemy army, and the pupils shrank, countless spiderweb-like cracks had already appeared on the ground under the middle-aged cloth-clothed man standing behind Chen Dui, and an unimaginably majestic aura burst out from his body. send

This explosive aura even made Chen Duan unable to move at all.

His hands grabbed Chen Dui's collar and back, "Retreat!" A low and unmistakable shout came out of his mouth, and Chen Dui's entire body had been thrown backwards by him.

At the same time, three figures in the rear armies that had been waiting in a dead silence had also shot out violently.

There were many people who started at this moment, but the speed of these three people was far beyond everyone, and the breath on their bodies gushed out, and even formed a stream of air that sprayed like flames behind the three of them.

"Let's go!"

At the same time, Lin Xi, who was still in a strong shock, heard An Keyi's low voice.

An Keyi, who usually has a reading-like tone, also trembled lightly in her voice at this time.

"Meng Su, you are the temporary commander. ”

Looking at An Keyi, who had already driven the horse out like an arrow from a string when he made a sound, Lin Xi immediately took a deep breath, issued a command, clamped his legs on the horse, and immediately rushed out.

The rest of the people didn't dare to act rashly without Lin Xi's order, but Gao Yanan, Bian Linghan, and Jiang Xiaoyi naturally didn't have so many scruples, and they didn't hesitate to follow.

After hesitating slightly, Meng Bai also patted his horse with a white face and followed.

......

The middle-aged cloth-clothed man stood in the meadow, and after directly flying Chen Duan backwards, he didn't retreat, just stood in place, the breath on his body was soaring, with him as the center, the ground was shaking, and the circles of grass were crushed into cyan powder crumbs by the powerful air current, and they were scattered outward.

"Poof!"

Many muffled thumping sounds joined in one.

A crossbow bolt with the thickness of an arm's arm fell on the ground in front of him with the heat generated by the sharp friction of the air, like a giant hammer smashing on the ground, splashing in circles of mud.

However, the middle-aged cloth-clothed man didn't seem to see these huge crossbow arrows at all, and his gaze was always nailed to Wenren Cangyue's body. (7*24 hours uninterrupted update pure txt hand-typed novel)

Just before these crossbow arrows landed, Wenren Cangyue's hand had already loosened the attached steel cable, and a surging soul power still rushed out of his hand, like a huge wave constantly washing into the air in front of him, his sharply descending body, under the backlash of this air current, was extremely strong and slowed down, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The middle-aged man in cloth had been waiting, facing this terrifying opponent, he did not retreat or panic in the slightest, just waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

At the moment when Wenren Cangyue landed on the ground, bearing the terrifying impact all over his body, and was the weakest, he finally really made a move.

The huge aura that surged wildly outside his body suddenly disappeared, making the distance of more than ten meters outside his body seem to have turned into a vacuum, but instead sucked up countless blurred grass fragments, and the power in his body was completely twisted into a single force, merging into a gray handleless small sword in his hand.

"Whew!"

The small gray sword flew up like lightning, directly picking at the lower abdomen of the smelling person Cangyue.

The Imperial Sword Master himself represents the pinnacle of martial arts in this world.

However, not all Edgeworthy Masters are eligible to become royal court worshippers.

Therefore, this sword, whether it is speed, strength, or fierce momentum, is even above Nangong Weiyang, who walked into the deep alley that day and rescued Nanshan Twilight.

......

All the cultivators in the court hall in Yun Qin knew that Wenren Cangyue was also an Imperial Sword Saint Master, and he was known as an invincible Imperial Sword Saint Master in the Holy Master Rank.

As soon as the royal court enshrined a sword flew out, he was already waiting to greet the flying sword of the moon, waiting to see his close-range sword path that was famous for his domineering and domineering.

However, at the moment when Wenren Cangyue's feet landed on the ground and plunged into the dirt, what flew out of Wenren Cangyue's sleeve was not his flying sword that burned like a red glow, but a blood-colored long flag.

The middle-aged cloth-clothed man's originally calm and iron-like face instantly turned snow-white, and his fingertips made a sneering sound of sword qi breaking through the air, but when his flying sword dodged sharply, the blood-colored long banner rolled out of Wenren Cangyue's hand had already bound his flying sword.

Because of the problems of cultivation and physique, the Xiyi people are rarely able to produce sword masters, but they have a unique banner soul soldier that is specially used to restrain flying swords. (Pie)

"You!"

Knowing that he had made a fatal mistake, all the soul power accumulated in the body of the middle-aged cloth-clothed man gushed out from between his hands, trying to break free from the control of the blood-colored banner in Wenren Cangyue's hand.

However, the soul power in Wenren Cangyue's body was more domineering than his, especially at this moment, his legs were slightly bent, and after he stood still, more power in his body poured into the blood-colored banner in his hand.

The gray flying sword was like a beetle falling into a spider's web, buzzing and trembling.

Wen Ren's body did not stop at all.

Between the blood-colored banner and the flying sword enshrined by the royal court, his feet were pulled out of the dirt, and with a single leap, he was in front of the middle-aged man in cloth.

"Song Siyuan?"

His lips were as red as blood, and he made such a sound, as if he was seeking to verify the identity of the middle-aged man in cloth.

As soon as the voice came out, he had already punched the middle-aged cloth-clothed man.

"Peng!"

The middle-aged man in cloth also punched, and he hit Wenren Cangyue hard.

His body immediately slid backwards for a distance of six or seven meters, and blood was dripping from his mouth and nose.

There was hardly any gap, and his backward body had not stopped on the ground, and the second punch of Wen Ren Cangyue had already arrived in front of him.

At this moment, everyone can see that although he is extremely strong, it is still impossible for him to be Wenren Cangyue's opponent, but this middle-aged cloth-clothed man knows very well in his heart that if he dodges and escapes at this moment and can't buy some time, Chen Dui behind him will immediately die in the hands of Wenren Cangyue. So in the face of this Wenren Cangyue's second punch, the middle-aged cloth-clothed man felt a trace of bitterness in his heart, but a strange and resolute light flashed in his eyes, "Peng!" His second punch collided with Wenren Cangyue again.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth and spewed into the two deep ravines that had been plowed in front of him.

He felt that one of his arms had cracked bones, and the organs in his body had also shaken out many subtle wounds, and they were bleeding incessantly.

Wenren Cangyue still hasn't changed in the slightest.

His fist still didn't tremble in the slightest, and it appeared in front of him again.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged cloth-clad man's mouth, and he punched again, blasting out all the remaining strength of his body.

"Peng!"

There was a roar between heaven and earth again.

The middle-aged man in cloth could no longer stand firmly on the ground, and in the blood spraying, his whole body flew into the countless broken grass, and fell heavily to the ground.

His handleless gray flying sword stopped struggling, and as if he were dying, he also slipped down the bright red banner.

Wenren Cangyue just glanced at him lightly, and his body continued to leap forward and continue to move forward.

Chen Du flew backwards.

Watching the middle-aged cloth-clothed man fall, he gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth so much that blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. But he knew that if he died, then the sacrifice of the middle-aged man in cloth would have no meaning.

So he tried his best to retreat, and wanted to let out a loud shout at the same time, but at this moment, in the sound of a pipa that was as rapid as rain, Cheng Yu in front of the golden chariot waved his hand again and issued a military order: "Attack!"

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

“....！”

In just an instant, the voices of countless generals and sergeants shouting and roaring, the sounds of chariots, horses, armor, and blades mingled, filling the entire heaven and earth, like tens of thousands of thunder balls rolling down to the earth.

The black tide that was originally stagnant turned into countless black currents in an instant, surging overwhelmingly!

The three figures rushing from behind Chen Du crossed his body and resolutely greeted Wenren Cangyue.

A silver spear first broke through the air and stabbed fiercely into the chest of the moon that heard the people, causing the sound of roaring rocks rolling in the air.

The blood-red banner in Wenren Cangyue's hand also seemed to suddenly lose its strength, and it hung down softly, but at the same time, there was an extra sword light like a red glow in his hand.

The blazing sword had not yet flown out of his hand, but many people knew that the closer the close-quarters sword path of Wen Ren Cangyue was, the stronger the power became.

The calamite sword light slashed accurately at the silver spear.

With just one sword, this extremely domineering silver spear was shocked and flew out, and the long-bearded cultivator who was originally holding this silver spear was drenched in blood on his hands, and his tiger mouth was all cracked.

One left and one right, a black-armored general and an elderly Confucian student attacked Wenren Cangyue at the same time.

The black-armored general was holding a black long sword in his hand, but at this moment, less than a few feet away from Wen Ren's blue moon, this black long sword actually flew out!

This black-armored general is actually a sword master!

The entire Yun Qin had to deal with Wenren Cangyue, in this kind of place where the entire victory or defeat was decided, how could there be only one Saint Master?

This black armor took the lead and covered it very well, pretending that there was no saint master cultivation at all, and at this moment he suddenly made a move, seeing that the Wenren Cangyue had no time to dodge.

Wen Ren Cangyue's brows furrowed slightly.

He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary black-armored general was so powerful, and between frowning, he let out a low muffled snort, and more than half of the soul power in his body was forced out of his chest in an instant.

The reason why ordinary cultivators excite their soul power through their hands and penetrate into the soul soldiers is because they can avoid most important organs and avoid damage to their internal organs caused by the impact of soul power as much as possible.

How terrifying is the soul power of a holy master, it was instantly forced out of his chest at this moment, and the internal organs in Cangyue's body were suddenly misplaced, and many cracks appeared in an instant.

But he only let out a muffled snort, but his complexion and his body as calm as iron did not change at all.

The air in front of him seemed to turn into a wall of iron at this moment. The flying sword flying out of the black-armored general's hand was flying in an extremely difficult posture, and the long thorn in the hand of another elderly Confucian was almost oppressed and frozen in the air.

The flying sword in Wenren Cangyue's hand flew up.

At this moment, he didn't have much extra strength, his Chixia-like flying sword was extremely less powerful than usual, but the flying sword was a flying sword after all, and at this moment, it was pressed by the power that surged out of his body, and the black-armored generals and the elderly Confucian looked at the Chixia-like sword light that swept in an instant, but they couldn't stop it at all.

The sword light flickered, and the two heads flew up.

Hearing this, Cangyue stepped out again, and the long-bearded cultivator who was originally holding a silver spear stepped back in shock, and only took a step back, and the calamite-like sword light had already accelerated sharply, piercing his body, and the violent impact force even caused his body to fly backwards.

The next update is going to be tomorrow night again)