His figure was even more numb, hiding behind a boulder.

Looking at the arrows whistling overhead, his face changed.

Deng Qian also noticed that the arrow was soaked in black dog blood, and a pitch-black charm was tied to the upper half, and the pitch-black charm carried a strong spiritual smell, and at a glance, he knew that it was extremely extraordinary.

"When did the Fengxi County County Government become so generous!"

"Not only are there cinnabar armor-piercing arrows, but also the blessing of charms, did you meet the honor guard of the national master of the cave god?"

Deng Qian's eyes were a little shocked.

I don't blame him for thinking so.

He has also been to many places, and he has been wanted for committing crimes, but with the help of the magic in his hand, even if he is chased by a forging martial artist in the public gate, he has successfully escaped, but similar to today, it is the first time he has seen it.

At this time, he swept over the several trails down the mountain, just glanced at Deng Qian, and suddenly secretly complained in his heart.

Several trails have been completely blocked.

It's hard to escape this time.

Seeing that the first wave had suppressed the middle-aged Taoist, Zhang Jian waved his hand, and immediately dozens of county soldiers behind him were holding iron tooth shields and holding swords and slowly surrounded him.

And there are several sharpshooters who are secretly changing directions, that are a few Zhang's bankers, who were originally good hands in the rivers and lakes, but at this time they have transformed into sharpshooters, holding talismans in their hands, and their lethality has suddenly increased greatly.

Deng Qian squinted his eyes, and a wooden stick appeared in his hand, at this time, with the induction of the natal spirit ghost in the wooden stick, he was aware of the surrounding movements, but he knew that he had no way to break the situation.

"Rush over and save the elder brother!"

And at this moment, several chanting voices came from behind.

Deng Qian's face changed, and he was about to open his mouth to stop, only to see a sudden yin wind rise on the mountain, but he saw the ground shake the mountain, and there was a burst of explosions from the depths of the earth, and a terrifying ghoul suddenly appeared when the yin wind and black fog covered the scorching sun overhead, and rushed towards a group of soldiers who were surrounding Deng Qian.

The fishy smell was caught in the fishy wind, which made the faces of the soldiers change, and their expressions couldn't help but panic.

Several soldiers were caught off guard and were slapped away by the giant ghoul and knocked to the ground.

Fortunately, there is an iron tooth shield to protect him, although he hurts his muscles and bones, he was not directly called to death.

"Listen to me, first squad, first volley!"

Zhang Lu next to him quickly entered the state, and immediately he shouted loudly to command, and the soldiers behind him stabilized their minds, and subconsciously bent their bows and shot arrows in one go, and more than a dozen red streamers broke through the air and stabbed directly into the tall ghoul in an instant.

Cracking sound!

If more than a dozen firecrackers sounded.

With a terrible horn sound, I saw countless green blood dripping from the place where the tall ghoul was injured, and more than a dozen continuous explosions sounded under its body, which suddenly turned into pieces and cracked apart in an instant.

That's the power of the Soul Purifying Spell!

When the ghoul was shot, the face of one of the Daoists who was galloping behind him changed, and he fell to the ground silently in an instant.

"Sixth Senior Brother!"

Seeing this scene, several other Taoists changed color.

"Wood ghost dementor, kill!"

The slender second senior brother was the most ferocious, and a hunting banner behind him waved, it was a green banner, and there was another one-horned ghost head on the banner, which was lifelike at this time, and suddenly flew out under the yin wind, as if choosing someone to devour.

At the moment of flying out, it was submerged in the bushes under his feet, and in an instant, he saw seven or eight rattans with thick wrists coming out of the ground, like pythons, sweeping towards everyone.

Just in an instant, a few soldiers who were closer in front of them were suddenly swept up by the long vines like spirit snakes and thrown into the air.

Seeing this, Zhang Jian snorted slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, the Fengxing Technique turned into a talisman in his hand, turning into a streamer and falling into the bodies of several soldiers who were thrown away, helping them reduce gravity and avoid falling to death directly.

These elite soldiers are the seeds of Zhang Jiajun!

You can't afford to lose it easily!

His huge divine thoughts swept out, and his sensitive divine thoughts instantly locked on a vine next to him with a weak and undetectable armor wood ghost qi!

He glanced at Zhang Lu next to him, and at the same time pointed to the hiding place of the wood ghost.

"The second squad, the Wind and Thunder squad, step forward!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw five good men in red underwear and iron armor stepping forward.

Zhang Lu waved his hand slightly and shouted loudly.

"Shoot!"

I saw a few archers bending their bows and arrows in an instant.

Hearing the order, the five archers immediately locked their positions and shot an arrow.

The five arrows missed like a streamer hole piercing the big tree on the side of the road.

Thundered!

At this time, it was like thunder falling from the sky, and five subtle red thunderbolts pierced the sky, and fell on the big tree, faintly accompanied by a scream, and in an instant, he was in a big way, and the Taoist who was ready to meet Deng Qian's eyes was round, and his body fell straight to the ground.

"The art of raising ghosts!"

Immediately, Zhang Jian looked at this scene, his gaze fluctuating slightly.

The art of raising ghosts usually refers to the left way warlock who raises natal spirits and ghosts, and it is very easy to fight back with the spirits and ghosts.

The armor-breaking team in his hands is really the nemesis of these people.

Those spells are different from other spells in that they are passively activated.

Only those who have yin energy, or demons and monsters, can be passively stimulated.

If it is a mortal flesh and blood body, those charms will not work, and can only rely on the sharpness of the cinnabar armor-piercing arrow itself, but that sharpness has limited damage to the warlock itself.

"Second Senior Brother!"

On the other side, seeing that there were only two rounds of salvos, two people had fallen on his side, but the remaining four Taoists were angry and hateful, and they hurriedly found a place to avoid the arrow rain, and they no longer dared to fight the arrow rain of the soldiers.

Deng Qian's eyes were red, and this time he also rested on his intention to surrender.

Two brothers had died, arousing the hatred in his heart.

He immediately turned to a few senior brothers behind the mountain wall, and specially opened his mouth in the hometown dialect of Shanyang County, and shouted loudly. "Third junior brother, you come to cover, fourth junior brother, you control Hercules and demons to carry the boulder, let's fight a bloody way!"

“……”

Immediately hearing the middle-aged Taoist shouting loudly, Zhang Jian's eyes were strange, thinking that he couldn't hear clearly in his hometown.

He reached out at the moment and motioned for a few of the sharpshooters in place to change their positions again.

When the marksmen heard the order, they immediately moved their positions again, and a moment later, with a few screams, several figures who had just jumped out became extremely fierce targets in an instant.

The arrows were lost through the body, and one by one they hated the mountains.

Zhang Jian just looked at this scene, but he still had some thoughts in his heart.

This time, he also found several problems when he sent troops to suppress bandits, that is, the way of issuing orders in the army was still too primitive, relying entirely on legs and feet and shouting, which easily exposed his intentions and directions.

Zhang Jian was a little helpless, he knew that at this time, he should create corresponding sign language and flag language, which could effectively avoid such problems.

It's a pity that he didn't learn anything in his previous life, and he only knew how to see freshness.

Now I know that those things are treasures, but I don't need them, and I spend a lot of energy to practice and create.

There is no mistake

Zhang Jian sighed a little, the elite has just become an elite, and if you want to raise an elite of a hundred battles, the Zhang family still needs to spill a lot of silver.