After briefly treating the wound to ensure that he would not be unable to support it due to excessive blood loss in a short period of time, Lin Chenxing adjusted slightly, and rushed towards the top of the mountain with the rest of the people here through the sparsely scattered trees.

Lin Chenxing didn't know if there were any cowardly people still hiding under the carriages or corpses in the narrow road, and he didn't know if anyone had taken the opportunity to rush up the hillside and hide in some wooded place.

But he knew that at this time, rushing to the top of the mountain, fighting each other in close quarters, and fighting a way out of the siege still had a chance of survival!

If you hide in the encirclement of the other party and want to slip away under the carelessness of the other party, it is simply a fool's dream!

The best outcome is to die a little later!

At this time, Lin Chenxing held a long sword in his hand and used his "Falling Leaves with the Wind" technique with all his might, and his black clothes turned into an indescribable color under the soaking of blood, like rust red, and it seemed to have some black and purple!

His face was cold, and he left a Dao blood mark behind him, like a killing god returning from the sea of blood!

Although he still hasn't made a sword!

Although he still did not die!

But so what?

Now that he has drawn his sword in his hand, he should drink blood and return!

Dodging from time to time, Lin Chenxing and the others were quickly approaching the top of the mountain.

In the sparse gaps in the trees, you can faintly see other people rushing towards the top of the mountain.

It is estimated that few of the martial artists in the team are younger than Lin Chenxing, and their experience is naturally more than that of Lin Chenxing.

What he could think of, there was no reason why these old rivers and lakes could not think of it, because at this time, most of the people were rushing towards the top of the mountain, wanting to break out of the encirclement while everyone's state was not declining.

Soon, faintly, Lin Chenxing could already hear the sound of weapons clashing from the top of the mountain, occasionally accompanied by shouts or screams.

"Looks like someone has already fought with them!"

Lin Chenxing's eyes were slightly cold, and he sped up his speed again.

If he is slow, he will not be able to catch up with the few martial artists who have cultivated to a high realm, but it will be difficult for him to rush out on his own.

The lonely goose that has fallen behind will not end well!

After more than a dozen breaths, there was already a scuffle in Lin Chenxing's sight.

It was only at this time that Lin Chenxing could see their opponent clearly!

All dressed in black and masked, almost half of them had bows and crossbows, but they were no longer useful at this time.

"Where the hell did this come from? Do you want to be so ruthless? ”

Before entering the battlefield, Lin Chenxing heard a familiar sound of complaining not far from the side, and looked at it, and sure enough, it was Shi Sancai, a guy with a broken mouth.

"This guy, when it comes to this, don't forget to chatter! People clearly want our lives! ”

In his heart, he praised Shi Sancai's good attitude, turned around and said "Be careful" to Wang Qingya, who had just helped him bandage himself, Lin Chenxing took the lead with his sword and killed it over there.

Not far behind him were the same martial artists who had been repairing with him before, and at this time, the scene was chaotic, and they immediately rushed forward with Lin Chenxing to kill.

Lin Chenxing has mastered the first three styles of "Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind", but he has never fought to the death, and he always has a little less flavor when he casts it!

Lin Chenxing himself knew that it was because of the lack of killing intent!

But before, it was really difficult for him to kill a person who had no deep hatred for himself when he had just adapted to this world!

As for the existence who threw him into this world in the first place, it was a kind of powerlessness and helplessness! It has nothing to do with killing intent or anything!

But today, there is no shortage of killing intent in his heart!

The first three styles of "Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind" are easy to come by in his hands, and the angle of the sword seems to be ordinary, but it is often at the most appropriate time!

The power of the sword is also quite well controlled, each sword only seeks to kill the enemy, and an extra point of strength is a waste!

Lin Chenxing always believes that swordsmen and swordsmen are different!

A swordsman shouldn't be as powerful and domineering as a swordsman, pushing all the way!

Swordsman, what you need is sharp, sharp, and the key to hitting the enemy!

In the face of the enemy of life and death, if you can pierce the heart, don't just pierce the chest!

If you can wipe your throat, don't split the other person!

In the face of the enemy, the only way to kill is to kill!

Be fast, be handsome, and be simple!

Although Lin Chenxing at this time was still a little far from the standard in his mind, he was trying to get closer!

There were no hard ideas on the periphery of the battle circle, they were basically Ming Jin martial artists, and even some of them were just starting to cultivate, but this number was a bit much.

With Lin Chenxing's strength at this time, even if he injured his left arm, it would have some impact on his body's balance, but it was not difficult to deal with these people! What's more, there are six other people around him!

Lin Chenxing walked all the way, leaving behind a black-clothed and masked corpse!

If someone goes to inspect it, there will never be more than three wounds on each corpse, and they are all in the vital parts of the body, or the throat, or the heart, or the eyebrows!

This move made Wang Qingya's beautiful eyes, who were following closely behind Lin Chenxing, look different.

"Didn't he say that he had only been in the third squad for a short time...... Such strength, and such a heart! ”

Wang Qingya admitted that at this time she was a little interested in this man of her age!

But then she realized a knife coming towards her, and she suddenly woke up, "I dare to be distracted at this time, I simply don't know how to write dead words!" ”

With a secret curse, Wang Qingya gathered her mind and killed the black-clothed masked man opposite with all her might.

Lin Chenxing shot at this time, and almost every two swords could solve an opponent, which was very pleasant to watch. But as everyone knows, he is not feeling good at this time.

At the beginning, because of his own injuries and the killing intent of these black-clothed people, he didn't feel anything about killing, but as the battle progressed, there were more than ten people who fell under his sword in a moment.

Although he did not vomit after the first killing, as described in some novels. But there was still some discomfort in his heart, even if he had been prepared for it.

However, although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, the movements in Lin Chenxing's hands did not stagnate at all.

This is a battle to the death, not a fight!

Commiseration?

Let's wait until we survive first!

Lin Chenxing's killing finally attracted the attention of the other party's master.

Just as he was dealing with another enemy in front of him, a masked man in black who was also dressed in black shot straight at him from not far away.

Looking at that speed, Lin Chenxing knew that this person was not of the same level as those people before.

The other party made a long knife with a narrow and sharp blade!

It doesn't seem to be taking that kind of domineering path, which is somewhat similar to Lin Chenxing's own style.

With just one glance, Lin Chenxing knew that this was a fierce rival!

Chess opponents!

The uncomfortable feeling in his heart before had disappeared, and he felt that his whole blood seemed to be gradually boiling!