Gu Shengchao picked up Xian Yutie, he didn't have time to return to the city wall, the cavalry chasing behind him had already come behind him, and with a "bang", the big knife in his hand slashed at Gu Shengchao's head.

During this time, the officers and soldiers of the Dawu Dynasty were on standby, everyone had nothing to do, and they had already held their anger and had nowhere to vent.

Gu Shengchao's true qi leaked out, and he used the kung fu of "Iron Arm Divine Skill", and a layer of faint golden soft armor condensed on the surface of his skin to protect him from harm.

Without dodging, Gu Shengchao held the unconscious Xian Yutie with his left hand, and waved his right palm back.

"Click!"

With this palm, Gu Shengchao not only split the opponent's big knife in two, but also slapped him on the chest, shattering all his ribs, and killing him on the spot.

Without waiting for the pursuers behind to follow, a woman in a white dress flew on the city wall, holding a shield in her left hand and a scimitar in her right hand, and she had already met it, cutting down several cavalrymen one after another, giving Gu Shengchao enough time.

"I'll come when I go!" Gu Shengchao knew that Lu Jin's kung fu had improved by leaps and bounds, and he would be fine for the time being. He held up Xian Yu Tiexian's acupuncture point to seal the wound of the other party, slowing down the loss of blood, and then flew to the top of the city wall, without taking the horse road, he jumped directly from the inside and rushed towards the city.

Lang Zhong is indispensable in the military camp, and he is good at the treatment of external injuries such as swords, bows and crossbows, so they came to the small city this time, and Lang Zhong also lived in the city with the army.

Gu Shengchao knocked on the door, and without waiting for Lang Zhong to ask, he put Xian Yutie sideways on the table to avoid secondary damage caused by the feather arrow. He said anxiously: "The soldiers and horses of Beihu outside the city are making trouble, you hurry up and save his life, and I will go to retreat from the enemy first." With that, he hurried out.

When he galloped through the city, he was already unloaded

Dropping the "Iron Arm Divine Skill", although this skill is good, it really affects perception, and the potential danger cannot be predicted. He suddenly faintly heard the low sound of a dragon moaning from outside the city, and immediately felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart.

Lu Jin was fighting alone, and Gu Shengchao was worried that there were masters in the team chasing after her, threatening her safety.

Sure enough, as he expected, Lu Jin was really in trouble.

The start was quite smooth, Lu Jin used the "phantom technique" taught by Lu Chuan, like one afterimage after another shuttling back and forth in the crowd, harvesting their lives. Just when she was about to break through, a horse drove from afar, and when she saw Lu Jin killing, she was angry, and threw out a spear with a big hand.

The spear was completely black, and its flight path could not be seen in the night.

Although the spear could not be seen, the sound of a dragon's groan was heard as it flew by, not loud, but it was unusually clear in the empty desert, as if it vibrated in everyone's ears.

Lu Jin was horrified, she seemed to be locked by an unprovoked aura, making her unable to move and trapped in place, and the terrifying murderous aura was rapidly approaching.

"Phoenix Dance for the Phoenix Technique" is broad and profound, even if she remembers it all, the subtle moves and martial arts in it cannot be comprehended overnight.

At the moment of crisis, she forcibly urged the illusion technique, and with a soft "click", the void seemed to tear a crack, and she successfully took a step back.

"Bang!"

The air around Lu Jin rippled, and she successfully broke free from her restraints. Just the violent shock made her heart tremble, and she opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and her internal organs seemed to be twisted together.

…。。

"Whew!"

The jet-black spear passed through the blood mist that Lu Jin spewed out, like a cold wind blowing in the depths of winter

over, swept on the face painfully.

The spear swept by, turned a corner and was about to stab Lu Jin again, and stretched out a kick in mid-air to kick the barrel of the gun accurately. The spear lost its alignment, hummed and disappeared into the night, returning to the original man's hand.

"Big Brother Gu!" Lu Jin frowned and struggled to speak, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you." Gu Shengchao hurriedly stepped forward, put his hands on Lu Jin's slender waist, and threw her up with force.

Knowing that she wouldn't hurt herself, Lu Jin didn't need to worry, she was like being picked up, and then gently put down, standing firmly on the city wall.

She immediately sat cross-legged and slowed down her luck to return the meridians in her body to normal.

"Who are you?" The ancient saint shouted violently and headed towards the back of the group

The man leaped forward, and his left and right hands summoned two swords at the same time, holding them in the palm of his hand.

In the battle of Maiden Mountain in the Sirlen Kingdom, Gu Shengchao's weapons suffered serious losses, and he could no longer gather five identical swords, and the new emperor granted him permission to choose from the royal arsenal after he ascended the throne.

In the huge warehouse, in the face of a wide variety of weapons, Gu Shengchao also began to be dazzled and had no choice.

In desperation, he subconsciously released his perception.

It stands to reason that his perception is only applicable to living creatures with life and breath, and cold instruments cannot perceive it.

But this time, there was an accident.

Something in the corner seemed to have a connection with him, and he couldn't help but walk towards it.

Three-pointed, two-edged knife, no.

Zhanghachi snake spear, no.

The nine-ring ghost head machete, still not.

As one weapon after another moved away, a small box at the bottom with a slap in the face attracted his attention, and it was this thing that had a certain inexplicability with his perception

Wonderful association.

Gu Shengchao leaned over and picked up the small box and slowly opened it, and there were five swords that were slightly larger than the embroidery needle in it, and the swords were engraved with simple patterns and were well made.

"This is probably some kind of secret weapon used by people in ancient times, I don't know how many years it has been in the storehouse, and no one knows when it was placed here. I looked through the records of the previous warehouse officials, and from the first registration to the time I took over, I went through fifteen warehouse officials, and no one cared about them, so I think it was a useless ornament." The warehouse official saw Gu Shengchao looking at the little sword, and explained later.

"What's its name?" Gu Shengchao asked casually.

The barn shook his head: "There is no name, but it has five small swords written on it."

The ancient saint transcends strange things, can connect with their own perceptions, and is by no means an ordinary thing, how can it be nameless.

Including the Phoenix Sword, one of the world's most famous divine soldiers in the world, he couldn't perceive it, but he had an inexplicable feeling with these five small swords, and things were really weird.

Instead of figuring it out, give it a try.

Gu Shengchao sensed and locked on the five small swords, and his mind moved, and the five swords actually slowly rose according to his thoughts, suspended in mid-air, and everyone was stunned.

The sword was able to obey his call, and Gu Shengchao's confidence was greatly increased, and he stretched out his right hand and grasped one of them directly.

But how can a small sword, which is only slightly larger than an embroidery needle, be held?

In a trance, everyone saw a flower, and the five small swords suddenly became larger, and all of them became swords with a body of more than three feet long, and the simple lines on them showed more dignity and extraordinary.

Gu Shengchao casually danced a few sword flowers, and the remaining four swords rotated together, let

Everyone was horrified.

In this way, Gu Shengchao inadvertently obtained a set of swords that he couldn't name, and he usually hid in the dantian, and this was the first time he had officially used it.

In the night, the man on the opposite side raised his spear and blocked the fatal blow of the ancient saint, and the two of them could see each other's faces clearly at the same time at the moment when they staggered.

"It's you!" The two of them shouted in unison.

Gu Shengchao saw clearly that the other party was not someone else, it was the city lord of Baisha City, Wan Yanchun.

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