The man, Lao Liu, had a convulsion, covered the wound that kept gushing blood, and collapsed to the ground, and soon he only had air out but no air in.

He's dead.

There is a soldier who is familiar with medical skills, but he can see the clue at a glance, the young man's claw, while crushing the intestines of the old six, also uses the cold to freeze all the internal organs hard, so that he has no possibility of life.

He who dies cannot die anymore.

Three or two battle-hardened soldiers shouted, took out their knives, rushed forward, and slashed indiscriminately.

Xia Ze just lightly stepped back, and the three of them slashed out twenty or thirty knives one after another, but they didn't even touch a single sleeve of his clothes.

In the eyes of everyone, the young man was already powerless and out of breath just by dodging the siege of the three people, and his life was almost hanging by a thread on several occasions.

There are three or two who are not afraid of death, and they rushed forward with a shout, this group of people has been rolling in blood all the year round, and the murderous aura on the knife edge, ordinary ghosts have to retreat when they see it.

The tiredness and horror on Xia Ze's face made the group of women who had just thought that they were about to get out of danger tremble, and in the eyes of that group of righteous victors, it was the weather vane of victory.

A soldier took advantage of Xia Ze's breathing, strode forward, took a deep breath, and wrapped a layer of cold and evil air on the blade of the Pu knife in his hand, and slashed towards Xia Ze.

There was a chill behind the soldier, and at this moment, Xia Ze flashed behind him, twisted his hands lightly around his neck, and the man convulsed all over his body and lay on the ground.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he shook his sleeves, and sat on the man's back, holding two cyan talismans in his fingers.

"This man can make talismans?" A man dressed as a general shouted.

All of a sudden, the victorious army team present was trembling. In the early years, in the battle of the sixteen states of Yanyun in Daqi, they also saw a mountain and wild cultivator who could use talismans, with only a bag of yellow talismans, evoking a strong wind, killing hundreds of their men and horses, throwing away their armor.

In the end, the horse archer, who was hiding in the shadows, released a cold arrow that killed him, and only then did they escape. In the end, with the baggage talisman found on the body of the wild cultivator, they defeated the army and conquered the city, and they were invincible, so they were favored by the monarch of Great Qi and ate the imperial grain.

This reminded the group, and some people shouted: "Don't fight with this kid, everyone, release arrows!" ”

Xia Zezheng twisted the limbs of a tall man, picked up a simple knife casually, and stabbed it on another fleeing sergeant, hearing that this group was going to release arrows, he frowned slightly, and then a cyan talisman flew up from his fingertips.

Dense arrows, with a cold and cold light flashing on the arrows, shot towards Xia Ze and the women behind him. The cry is endless.

Three feet above his head, a high wall of golden light suddenly appeared, blocking hundreds of arrows.

There was a sound of gold and stone, and the ground was littered with arrows with curved arrows.

Xia Ze's face was slightly pale, and he looked at the remaining twenty or thirty people opposite, his face full of fear.

The group immediately increased their confidence and approached step by step, in their opinion, this kid only had one talisman left in his hand, as long as he was forced to use the talisman with crowd tactics, it would be easy to kill him after that.

In the crowd, there were three soldiers, riding tall horses, galloping. In a snap of his fingers, he came to Xia Ze's side, and slashed it down, and the target was the palm of the young man's hand twisting the talisman.

Three thunderbolts rang out in succession, and the horses were frightened, raised their hooves, and fled.

Xia Ze withdrew his fist, and slowly withdrew it with a full fist intent.

In the distance, on the stump, there were three soldiers in armor, like arhats, clinging to the stump, and they were pasted together.

When the remaining twenty victorious soldiers were surprised, a cyan talisman fluttered down from the air, Xia Ze's body moved, and a dexterous soldier jumped up and snatched the talisman first.

In the next moment, his body exploded, and there was a young man in the blood mist, crushing the talisman.

The ten closest soldiers, when Feiyun turned on the lightning, were pierced by sharp ice spikes that emerged from the ground, and it seemed that each ice pick deliberately avoided their vital point. They wailed in pain, with despair on their faces, but they couldn't move, little by little, they looked at the murderous teenager and slowly approached.

The remaining dozen or so remnants of the righteous victorious army, under the leadership of an elder who looked like a commander, turned their horses' heads and were about to flee.

In the sky, there was a bright red light, which turned sharply and passed through the forest.

The three horses were unharmed, and the three people on the horses were separated from each other.

Xia Ze's face was as usual, and he said softly: "I haven't finished my words yet, don't run, try if you don't believe it." ”

The red light flashed, and the horse's body was empty, except for the dust scattered on the ground.

The dozen or so people who fled slowly retreated, and the one who took the lead, above his forehead, was pointed at by the tip of a long sword with a red light flashing, and the red fire-like fire spirit flew up and down.

The commander was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he had to pluck up his courage: "This young man is a sword cultivator?" ”

Xia Ze shook his head: "It's not so powerful, as you said, it's just an ordinary Second Realm martial artist."

The man suddenly realized in his heart, it seems that this young man can kill more than a dozen nominal victorious troops with his own strength, not only relying on the talisman in his hand, but also counting the sword of this half-immortal soldier at the bottom of the box.

He is indeed not a sword cultivator, just a swordsman.

Xia Ze didn't kill him at the first time, obviously because he was afraid of his identity as a righteous victorious army.

The immortal sects of the Great Qi Dynasty, if you want to open a sect, most of them must be under the jurisdiction of the Great Qi royal family, no matter what Taiyi Realm and Daluo Realm bosses are, as long as you don't put the court in your eyes, and wait for the servants to wipe off the mottled blood stains in the sect, there will naturally be corresponding sects settled in them and replace them.

Thinking like this, he tried to squeeze out a smile, and said respectfully: "This young man, we are the righteous victorious army of Daqi, there is a misunderstanding, these women, talk about their hearts, they will give it to the young man, serve tea and bed, all as you like." I also hope that the young man will not be killed, he will definitely prepare a generous gift and visit him one day. ”

When Xia Ze heard this, he paused slightly, and then in the puzzled eyes of everyone, he laughed loudly, leaned forward and closed, and almost sat on the ground with his buttocks, laughing to death.

The man's face was filled with anger.

Xia Ze finally stopped laughing: "No, no, no one really thinks that I didn't kill you right away, because I was afraid of your identity as a great Qi righteous victorious army." ”

He stretched out a finger: "I heard that the Righteous Victory Army is a brave and good fighting team, why do some people burn, kill and loot all kinds of evil today, stretch out the butcher's knife to the innocent people, and dare to pretend to be the Righteous Victory Army?" ”

Xia Ze's expression gradually became indifferent: "I can make it clear, all of you who are here today to pretend to be the righteous victorious army will die, but there is an old immortal who asked me to be a gentleman, then I will talk about the rules, and if you want to be reasonable, just stand still." ”

He raised his head and looked at the round of hanging bright moon: "If you don't want to be reasonable, you can start running." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight fast horses turned and walked away, and among them was the commander.

Xia Ze waved his hand, and the red sword light sped away in the direction they fled.

I'll let you run a mile first.