Scuffles erupted in the woodlands.

In terms of the number of the two belligerents, the ranks of the Jianghu people were more than twice as large as the nightmare horses.

The former has nearly seventy people, and the latter has only about twenty or thirty people.

The situation on the battlefield, however, is quite the opposite.

Even if there are no horses, the horseless rider still occupies a lot of advantages in equipment, and his strength is far beyond that of ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing the latter everywhere, and as soon as they clashed, more than a dozen people were cut down on the side of the people in the rivers and lakes.

The broken knife stabbed into the trunk of a nearby tree.

Blood dripped down the blade and fell to the ground, splattering tiny dust.

His ears were filled with the noise of the battlefield, and a thick bloody aura came to his face, waking up Yan Jing beside the tree.

The bloody battlefield of the first solo event is a great psychological and physical test for any peacetime person.

Yan Jing was no exception, but he didn't have that much time to adapt.

Death is near.

Seven or eight meters away, a nightmare horse stared at the man standing by the trunk of the tree in a "daze", and raised his double knife to kill!

It was also this killing intent that made Yan Jing completely abandon the confusion in his heart.

In order to survive, he dared to fight the ghost-faced fish in the deep sea, and naturally he would not cower in this kind of place.

Drawing the long knife at his waist, he faced the Nightmare Rider.

Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous heart rises from the beginning!

Clang~

The weapons fought, and the knife in Yan Jing's hand was cut off before it could hold up for even a second.

The contempt and indifference that exudes under the ghost's mask are as if looking at a corpse.

Yan Jing threw away his weapon in silence, and in the face of the double knives that slashed again, he raised his hand to wipe his cheek, and the ghost face of the spirit suddenly appeared.

Foot!

Enslave the mandrill soul to gain the ability to activate.

At this moment, Yan Jing only felt that his legs were filled with explosive power.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, getting close to the falling double knives, and the whole person rose up, and hit a flying knee on the jaw of the Nightmare Rider, knocking him out directly, and without waiting for the landing to land, he quickly caught up with his strong jumping ability, raised his leg in the air and slashed down, and smashed on the Nightmare Rider's chest.

However, what Yan Jing didn't expect was that after this nightmare rider landed, he actually stood up again!

How can it be?

The past few days of practice had made Yan Jing fully familiar with his strength, and these two heavy blows in quick succession should be enough to destroy his combat ability.

At this moment, someone behind him shouted,

"The Nightmare Rider is blessed by evil arts, and its body is like a zombie, and it is difficult for ordinary attacks to break through its defenses, so please move closer to me!"

Yan Jing turned his head and saw that six of the Shangqing Daoists who had run over earlier had returned to the battlefield, and the one who had just shouted was a middle-aged man in a navy blue Taoist robe.

I saw that he was holding a talisman in each hand, chanting a spell in his mouth, and immediately two light patterns spread around the talisman as the center.

Yan Jing, who was not far away, was shocked, and there was a change in the status column of the personal panel.

【Breaking Evil】【Qi Healing】

The former allows attacks to be repelled against the Nightmare's invulnerable torso, while the latter is a continuous stamina recovery effect that heals injuries to some extent.

With the blessing of two positive states, plus the six Taoist priests taking the initiative to face the two strongest of the Nightmare Cavalry, the situation on the battlefield finally barely stabilized.

Yan Jing, who was blessed, completely let go of his hands and feet, and once again met the nightmare rider who had fought before, and while Xiao Zu still had more than ten seconds left, he swept the opponent's right leg joint with a kick behind him.

The force of the Bad Rider staggered under his feet, and his body fell forward uncontrollably, and he hurriedly swung his knife and slashed, but Yan Jing took the first step to get out of the way, and then smashed another punch on his left temple.

The fist hit, at first it was still a hard touch, as if it was smashed on a bluestone slab, and soon Yan Jing noticed that there was black gas gushing out between his fingers, and then the feeling of hitting quickly returned to normal, and the nightmare rider who was hit by this hammer also completely fell to the side, vomiting a lot of blood from his mouth.

Yan Jing only realized at this time that his attack just now was not ineffective, but the evil horse was relying on the evil arts, so he seemed unharmed, and now that the evil arts were broken, the old and new injuries broke out instantly, and the latter naturally couldn't bear it.

Having successfully eliminated a Nightmare Rider, Yan Jing continued to plunge into the next battle despite the lack of any hint of gain.

After the Ghost Face Fish incident, Yan Jing was sure that the higher the evaluation at the end of the mission, the higher the reward he would receive.

That being the case, he didn't plan to miss the opportunity to improve his rating.

What's more, there are now Taoist priests from Shangqing Dao present, and these people are clearly mentioned in the background information of the incident, and if Yan Jing wants to successfully complete the task, he must catch these people in order to participate in the next action.

Now is the perfect time to show your strength!

With the blessing of the Tiger Jiao's legacy, Yan Jing's performance among the people in the rivers and lakes is really outstanding, even if the effect of Xiao Zu disappeared in a short time, relying on the cooperation with other people in the rivers and lakes, he has made gains one after another.

However, the most critical battlefield situation is not optimistic.

One of Yan Jing's tasks was to pick up the Daoists and repel the Nightmare Cavalry, so he kept an eye out for the few returning Daoists from the beginning of the battle.

They were the two strongest knights in the Nightmare Cavalry team, and they thought it was a battle of nine out of ten, after all, six people were divided into two groups, that is, three against one, the number of people was superior, and they were all Taoist priests, and they were not afraid of the Nightmare Cavalry Evil Arts.

As a result, Yan Jing killed three nightmare riders in a row, and when he looked back, he realized that the situation was completely different from what he thought.

The combat power displayed by the two Nightmare Rider Leaders is not at all comparable to that of ordinary Nightmare Knights, who are at most well-trained ordinary soldiers who kill without blinking an eye without losing the blessing of evil arts, but they obviously have stronger means!

From the moment the Shangqing Daoist appeared, the two leaders of the Nightmare Cavalry completely abandoned their subordinates behind them and used their strongest methods.

The muscles of a person are bulging, his body is stiff and tall to two meters, the skin under the pitch-black armor is covered with dark red meridians, and dozens or even hundreds of slender blood-colored tentacles extend from his waist, forming two thick arms at his side, holding a weapon in his hand.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who released the talisman earlier led the two of them to confront him, but he was barely able to fall behind.

The other person was even more weird, and he didn't know what kind of means he used, the red ghost face on his chest seemed to come to life, turning into a head with long red hair, dragging a red mist, constantly hovering around the battlefield, and every charge either swallowed the spell released by the Taoist priests or went straight to the fatal bite of the Taoist priest.

It was supposed to be a three-on-one situation, but he turned it into a three-on-two situation and gained the upper hand.

"Xue Rong, Zen Heart, we must first destroy the red-haired ghost skull before we can kill the Nightmare Rider, otherwise we won't be able to break the evil magic on his body!"

The Taoist priest, who brushed the shriveled cloth bag around his waist with his palm and a little stubble on his pale face and a little stubble on his chin, sank in his heart, looked at his companion and said.

The red-haired ghost skull can limit the release of Dao techniques, and if they lose this housekeeping ability, their combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

"Senior brother, let's hold him back...... Xue Rong, be careful! ”

Not far from the left, there was a Taoist priest with a bun, and the immature-looking Zen Heart was just about to speak, when he saw the leader of the Nightmare Cavalry suddenly accelerate and slaughter Zheng Xuerong in a black and white Taoist robe on the other side.