The battle on the straight road, or rather the killing, continued, and the woman in purple moved forward steadily in an orderly way, approaching Zhao Siye with a miserable howl and the push of corpses, looking indifferent and resolute.

As time continued, this calm killing gradually showed another kind of power, and those Tsing Yi not only felt the strength of the woman, but also experienced a trace of cruelty.

Cruelty has always been accompanied by fear, and fear means cowardice, and cowardice brings back down. The soldiers in Tsing Yi deal with killing every day, and rarely or never think that there is still a word cruelty in the world. When they realized this, their courage and courage were gone, and all that remained was the attachment to survival, the fear of women, and the fear of the future.

The crazy pounce gradually loosened, the bloodthirsty desire began to subside, and there were still dozens of people left in more than 100 Tsing Yi, but the encirclement became larger, and the eyes became hesitant, no longer forgetting life and death as just now. Some begin to glance away to see if there are other companions behind them, and if they do, they may wish to slow down and let others rush up and fall.

The fourth master didn't speak, and Tsing Yi didn't dare to retreat from the battle, otherwise, the ending would not be better than being killed by a woman. What they can do now is to delay as much time as possible and survive for a while, and only when the fourth master and the immortal chief around him personally take action, can they find a chance to live.

However, at this time, the sudden change in the tactics of the woman in purple made these Tsing Yi fall into deep despair.

She was no longer as steady as before, but let go of her form, and the rabbit fell in the loose crowd like a purple whirlwind. Every jump must be accompanied by a wail, or long like a bitter complaining woman, or short like a baby with a throat cut, the sound is like a knife, the sound is like a hammer, cutting and ramming people's hearts, bringing more horror.

Punches, finger stabs, elbow strikes, shoulder hits, leg sweeps, knee tops, kicks, the woman's whole body is full of weapons, and each blow will bring down a person, and there is no superfluity. Fighting against such an opponent, Tsing Yi couldn't find a reason to keep his courage, and felt more and more timid, until he despaired

"Fourth master, shall I go?"

Mr. Jing couldn't hold it back, and took the initiative to ask Zhao Siye for battle. He didn't care about the life or death of these Tsing Yi, but now that Tsing Yi was involved, it was relatively easy to attack by himself, and since sooner or later he would have to face the opponent who shocked him, it was better to find an opportunity, or it might be easier.

"Don't worry, the two of you are the fourth master's dependence, if you don't come out, you will be successful. ”

Fourth Master Zhao had calmed down, raised his hand and signaled to a big man holding a flag in the distance, and said in a cold voice: "Since they are destined to die, let Fourth Master see how strong this Thirteenth Master is!"

After receiving the order, the banner bearer waved the flag in his hand hard, and the courtyard walls of the houses around the battlefield struck at the commanding heights everywhere, and at the same time there were Tsing Yi soldiers with strong bows and crossbows, and the number of them was no less than 100 people. The arrows exuded a cold glow, pointing straight at the center of the battlefield.

"Shhh

Even though he had been prepared, Mr. Jing was still shocked. He knew in his heart that the intention of Zhao Siye's move was to measure the physical strength of the woman in purple, but in this situation, the only feasible method of these archers was a covering attack, and it was difficult to say whether they could hurt her, but those remnants of Tsing Yi were destined to die.

It is not easy to cultivate a Tsing Yi, Zhao Siye is so blood-sucking, the only explanation can only be: he is not sure!

Even if there were two monks around him, even if Fourth Master Zhao himself was a quasi-three-star war spirit, he was still not sure!

"Kill!"

"Whew!"

With Zhao Siye's order, countless bowstrings flicked open, making a sound like crying. The sky above the battlefield suddenly darkened, and the sky was full of crossbow arrows forming a dark black cloud, encompassing the battlefield in an area of tens of square meters. ...,

In the dark clouds, there were also a few streamers of various colors, which were magical powers emitted by spirit tools, which were more threatening than ordinary arrows.

Hearing the sound of the neat bowstring, dozens of frightened faces were raised at the same time, and their eyes revealed unwillingness, despair, and deep resentment. They couldn't figure out that Weishenme's own desperate fight would usher in such an end. The shijie in front of him was dark and dreary, the wails and arrows in his ears disappeared, and the woman's pre-war prophetic voice echoed in her mind.

"Huangquan Road is not lonely, there are many people waiting for you, they are..."

His thoughts stopped, and there was a dull sound on the battlefield, the sound of a sharp weapon tearing flesh and blood through the bones. The sharp arrow enters the body, representing the vitality drifting out of the body, whether the eyes are frightened or resentful, quickly becoming dull, and everything is over.

Countless muffled sounds gathered together, like a dull drum. As if to declare that the battle has just begun!

...

Under the rain of arrows covered like a curtain, a huge figure rose into the sky. The two corpses in Tsing Yi swirled and flew like wheels with fire and ice crystals, firmly protecting the woman in purple inside. It looked as if her figure had suddenly enlarged several times, like a flaming hedgehog rising into the air and smashing into the crowd of people who had fired their bows.

Another round of one-sided killings, and these archers, once close to the woman, were even more powerless to resist than those below. The howls came and went, spreading fear and panic.

There were a few arrows that were so large that they happened to pass through the flesh and blood of the woman's body without being hindered by the corpse's muscles and bones. There seemed to be a muffled snort, barely audible under the cover of many miserable howls.

"It's the power of the body, there is no spiritual power fluctuation, it shouldn't be a monk!" the old man spoke slowly, his expression cautious.

"Liliang is big, fast, and has limited physical strength. Mr. Jing's voice was louder than before, and he obviously thought that he had identified his opponent's weaknesses and his confidence had also increased.

"Look again, look again!"

Zhao Siye had a cruel smile on his face, gritted his teeth and said: "There is no turning back when you open the bow, and the more you know, the more you will be sure." She likes to show off, and the fourth master will let her show enough!"

As he spoke, Fourth Master Zhao stepped forward and said with a sneer: "It's okay to die, after raising them for so many years, it's time to be loyal to the fourth master." ”

The two people around him hurriedly followed, they were monks, and they should have been carried by the war spirit in front, and they themselves used magic weapons to attack in the rear. However, since Zhao Siye personally went into battle, and the other soldiers died finely, they didn't dare to let Zhao Siye play this role, so they could only prepare the strongest means and intend to make contributions in one fell swoop.

...

Zhao Siye's plan, the woman in purple gave enough cooperation with her actions. Her attention was still on those Tsing Yi, as if she would not stop until she killed them all. Before that, even if Zhao Siye brought two monks to the battle array, he still couldn't move him.

Her expression is still calm, her posture is still so vigorous, Liliang is still so abundant, and her attacks are still so precise; She doesn't look like a normal human, but a machine made for killing, never tired, and never has any compassion.

Blood shot in the air, wails echoed in the ears, faces fell in despair, and the sound of twisted bones and bones was played one after another, continuously, resolutely, and indifferently impacting people's senses and hearts, without a trace.

Under the suffocating pressure, the Tsing Yi warriors finally couldn't hold on and began to collapse.

First of all, the people in the house, the companions opposite in front of them had been slaughtered, and the purple figure was about to fly to his side, and he could no longer suppress the panic in his heart, and he scattered and fled. ...,

The fear released by the woman in front of her in just a moment has already surpassed Zhao Siye's adult accumulation. These Tsing Yi would rather escape from Falling Spirit City and try to break into the Demon Mountain and fly away, even if they die on the road, they don't want to face her again. In their eyes, this woman who appeared out of nowhere was not human at all, and even the most ferocious and violent demonic beast could not be compared with it.

Don't say that Zhao Siye has him in his heart right now, and no matter what the battle situation is, there will be no good result afterwards. Therefore, the Tsing Yi did not converge in the direction of Zhao Siye, but fled from the manor and disappeared into the night.

Once someone took the lead, the desire to survive immediately spread like a plague, and not only the nearby Tsing Yi fled in all directions, but even those on the fence also scattered. They had already noticed that the purple-clothed woman's gaze drifted to the courtyard wall, it seemed that she did have the idea of killing them all, and she was the first to kill and then the commander, not giving these people a chance to make a choice according to the outcome of the battle.

In fact, it is useless for these people to stay. They have lost their fighting spirit, their hands are shaky, and they can't even hold their bows steadily, so how can they keep the accuracy to attack their opponents.

Soon, the crowds on the various buildings became sparse, and only one person was seen more than ten meters away, and his face was as pale as paper, and he had no strength to fight anymore.

A big man hesitated slightly, and the purple whirlwind roared like a life-threatening Yama, and after several muffled crisp and even exploding sounds in a row, the big man's body flew up in the air, floating in the air in an extremely strange attitude, and slammed heavily on the ground.

His chest bulged strangely, as if a huge ball had been stuffed into his chest, his head was even attached to his back, the back of his head seemed to become a flat plate, and his two eyeballs were squeezed out by the huge internal pressure, and the blood-soaked flesh and tendons hung on his face, as if two pendulum clocks were gently shaking.

This was the first time that the woman in purple had attacked one person multiple times, giving the rest of the people a feeling that she was angry that someone had fled and deliberately resorted to more brutal measures.

"Wow!"

One Tsing Yi couldn't bear this extreme impact and vomited heavily. Filthy filth erupted from his body, along with his guts, his soul. His gaze was demented, his mouth was nervously shaking, the smell of fish overflowing from under his crotch, and he was completely unresponsive.

The purple figure floated past him, not moving a single bit. Tsing Yihao didn't feel anything, his body was still shaking like a convulsion, trembling, muttering to himself...

It was the first and only time she showed mercy. Maybe it was because she felt that for the Tsing Yi warrior, it was a relief to die, as long as he could breathe, he was destined to live in a nightmare forever, unable to escape.

Zuihou was pressed down by a straw, no one wanted to stay for a few more moments, and one by one the figures left in a hurry like frightened rabbits, without a trace.

At this moment, at the moment when the purple figure couldn't find an opponent to stop, Zhao Siye suddenly let out a loud shout.

"Kill!"