Just as Xu Jianping was lucky enough to perform the second move of the sword technique, several black shadows flashed in the dense forest in front of him, and Xu Jianping directly accepted the trick and shouted loudly:

"Enemy attack, be on alert!"

Yan Xingyun's reaction was extremely fast, and when Xu Jianping received the recruitment, he had already discovered the enemy's situation, turned the spear in his hand, and jumped straight ahead.

Several horsemen immediately drove all the vehicles to a group, and all the family members also got into the car to take shelter. More than 100 soldiers surrounded the carriage.

"Raise the Shield ......"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

I saw hundreds of people in black take out crossbow arrows and start shooting at the convoy, Yan Xingyun waved the spears in his hands left and right wantonly, and the arrows near him fell one after another.

This is a soldier, not a horse bandit, Xu Jianping reacted immediately after seeing the crossbow arrow. Then he raised his sword and went forward, and waited for it.

"Draw the knife, the guards will stay to guard the carriage, and the rest will rush with me!"

When the enemy's crossbow arrows ran out in a wave, Yan Xingyun jumped directly into the crowd first, not giving the other party a chance to replace the crossbow arrows, although the crossbow arrows did not cause much casualties to his side, but the horses and the like had already fallen to the ground.

I saw Yan Xingyun carrying the spear in his hand carrying the fire of the prairie fire, and the dragon and snake were flying, like a dragon entering the sea, tossing and turning, or piercing, or stabbing, or pounced, or pointed, or tossed, or stopped. The strength of the four-rank martial artist was undoubtedly displayed, and there was no enemy everywhere he went, and in just a dozen or so rounds, dozens of black-clothed assassins had already fallen.

"Even if you dare to make a few times, let the old man come to meet you."

A loud voice came out of the dense forest, and I saw an old man in black with white hair carrying a long knife attacking Yan Xingyun. Suddenly, only the shadow of the knife and the gun, and the two sides were inseparable for a while.

"Rush ......"

Seeing this, Xu Jianping led the rest of the soldiers to pounce on each other, and the two sides immediately fought together. Xu Jianping's side is an elite army, and they have been training and fighting together for a long time, and they have a degree of offense and defense between each other. The man in black is better than many people, and his individual strength is stronger than all the soldiers, and the sky is dark for a while, and people fall from time to time.

"The art of the sword, the two swords are dazzling."

Xu Jianping finally used the second move of the sword technique, only to see the long sword in his hand, unexpectedly conjured two sword shadows, and at the front of each sword shadow, a dragon was opening its bloody mouth with a burst of dragon groans.

After the two sword shadows swept dozens of meters away, they merged into one again and exploded on the spot with a "boom, boom", dozens of black-clothed people were blown away in an instant, and more than twenty black-clothed assassins were killed with the power of one blow.

The blood-red sunset began to fade gradually, and after a long and arduous battle, both sides retreated to one side at this moment, and the two sides faced each other to the death, no one retreated, no one rushed to kill, and the dense forest was full of corpses on both sides.

Looking at the other party's soldiers who were several times their own did not flee, this was a battle that was bound to be lost, except for Yan Xingyun and Xu Jianping, there were only a dozen or so guards on their own side who still had combat power, and the other party still had a hundred people.

But they had no way to retreat, behind them was a carriage, and there were families in the carriage, but behind the carriage was Weishui.

There is no way back, there is only a way forward.

Xu Jianping and Yan Xingyun glanced at each other, and continued to rush over one left and one right.

Left.

"Burning the prairie marksmanship, burning the prairie with fire."

This is the strongest and last move of Liaoyuan marksmanship.

I saw Yan Xingyun burst into flames all over his body, and surrounded the spear in his hand around his body, forming a huge fireball and smashing directly at the other party.

This was done by the true element in the burning body, and the white-haired old man did not dare to take it hard, so he had to fly to dodge. But the rest of the people were not so lucky.

The fireball was so fast that it sucked everyone into the ball wherever it went, and as more people inhaled, the flames of the fireball became brighter and brighter, until finally, the flames exceeded the scorching sun of the day.

"Bang!"

The fireball exploded directly, and the people who had just inhaled it exploded one after another, burning all over their bodies and dying.

Yan Xingyun himself was not spared, he was lying on the ground at the moment, his armor had been burned by the scorching flames, and even the black hair that he loved on weekdays had been burned into a leper head, and his skin was burned, faintly exuding the smell of burning.

With the power of one shot, half of the people in black were burned to death.

Right.

"The art of the sword, the three swords have no shadow."

I saw that the long sword in Xu Jianping's hand turned into three, three sword lights floated in the air, and each sword light had a silky sword qi linked to the blade, Xu Jianping waved the long sword in his hand, and the three sword shadows galloped away, cutting off his head before the black-clothed assassin could react. The third move of the sword technique is the shadowless flying sword.

The sword has passed without a trace.

It's just that this move is extremely depleted, Xu Jianping needs to divide his spirit into three to control the trend of this flying sword, and every time he is blocked, Xu Jianping's mind is like a giant hammer smashing his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and when the three sword lights come back, Xu Jianping's clothes in front of him have already been dyed red.

With the power of a sword, half of the remaining black-clothed assassins were slaughtered.

Yan Xingyun struggled and twisted his body, turned over, picked up the spear, propped his hands on the spear, and slowly got up, kneeling, half-kneeling, bending over, standing, turning around, and holding the spear against his back.

Yan Xingyun looked at the corpses all over the ground, and looked at Xu Jianping, who was also standing, at this moment he smiled happily and finally closed his eyes.

"It's a pity, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty" The white-haired old man walked in front of him, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and then looked at the two people standing in front of him, with regret in his eyes.

Yes, this is a soldier of the Han Dynasty, and he is also a soldier of the Han Dynasty, but now the two sides can only meet each other.

"Give up, those dozen or so soldiers can't stop the old man," the white-haired old man said indifferently.

Xu Jianping shook his head, there was Ling'er behind him, and he also had his own dignity.

At this moment, everyone in the carriage walked down, some of them were cooks, some were grooms, some were women, and some were old men, but they were all afraid of death, just because they were all big men.

The white-haired old man looked at the dozens of soldiers in front of him, and with a wave of the long knife in his hand, one guard fell, and another guard fell.

After a few breaths, there was no one in front of Xu Jianping.

"Alas, it would be nice if Lord Bai was still here." Xu Jianping thought to himself in his heart, now he can only rely on himself.

Although more than a dozen guards failed to stop the white-haired old man, they also bought Xu Jianping a lot of time to breathe. I saw Xu Jian standing calmly in place, his legs back and forth, his knees slightly bent, his hands clenching the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't stop adjusting his breath.

Because he knows that the person in front of him is not an opponent that can be easily defeated.

The white-haired elder looked at Xu Jianping, who was dressed in white and dyed red in front of him, and said with a calm expression: "You only have one chance, the old man respects you as a man, let you take the lead." ”

After speaking, the white-haired old man held a long knife in his hand, his legs half-squatted in a lunge, and his center of gravity was suppressed very low, the bright long knife was held in front of his chest, and the sharp tip of the knife pointed directly at Xu Jianping's throat, giving people an invisible oppression.

Xu Jianping frowned, and a trace of uneasiness appeared in his heart.

There are no flaws, the pace is steady, the long knife protects the whole body, both offensive and defensive, and can deliver a fatal blow to Xu Jianping at any time. Is this the strength of the five-rank peak martial artist?

"Five-rank martial artist, sword technique purgatory floating slaughter, please!"