"Everyone stay vigilant, don't relax, after crossing this valley, walk two miles further, and you will almost leave the boundary of Green Willow Mountain, don't capsize in the final stage of the gutter."

Deacon Wan was not only ordering his subordinates to do miscellaneous servants, but also reminding Xu Anping and the four of them.

The breeze is blowing, and the grass and trees are slumping.

The wheels of the carriage kept rolling on the ground, gurgling rhythmically.

Everyone was silent, as if they felt an atmosphere of slaughter.

When they go somewhere.

More than a dozen figures burst out of the woods.

"Enemy attack!"

"Alert!"

The shouts of Deacon Wan and Luo Tianle rang out in unison.

"Hammer!"

The sound of the four of them drawing their swords and unsheathing them was in unison, and their movements were uniform to meet the attacking bandits.

Soon, Luo Tianle's face changed, and he shouted: "Anping, be careful!" ”

I saw that among the dozen or so bandits who attacked, only one rushed towards him, three of them rushed towards Zhong Lei and Hong Xiaohao, and the remaining ten or so people rushed towards Xu Anping in a swarm.

In Luo Tianle's opinion, although Xu Anping's strength is not bad, there must still be a certain gap between him and him, and it is unknown whether he can survive the siege of ten bandits.

After all, although ten people sound inconspicuous, they are actually already a piece of black pressure, even if it is just one person and one knife, it is equivalent to a rain of guns and arrows.

To use an inappropriate analogy, even ten ten-year-old children with blades in their hands can easily kill a strong adult in a head-on fight, as long as their tactics are not too chaotic.

The gap in physical fitness between a martial artist in the Cultivation Realm and an ordinary person is not necessarily greater than the gap between an adult and a child.

In life-and-death battles with blades in hand, usually only a Bone Forging Realm martial artist can defeat one against ten.

Among the martial artists in the Cultivation Realm, there are very few who can defeat one against ten, and Luo Tianle doesn't think that Xu Anping will be one of these very few.

The plan of the bandits is obviously to use Xu Anping, who seems to be weaker, as a breakthrough point, to concentrate on killing Xu Anping first, and then to kill others one by one.

Therefore, the most dangerous person on the field at present is Xu Anping.

Regarding this point, Xu Anping himself understood it for the first time.

"Do you treat me as a soft persimmon......"

Xu Anping grinned.

After yesterday's battle with the bandit leader, the belligerent factor in his body seems to have been activated.

Along the way, the emotions in his heart were completely different from those of others, not nervous, not worried, but ready to move, and the fighting spirit was boiling.

He found that he was eager to fight.

In the previous battle, after only killing two people, the other party was already crushed, screaming and starting to flee, so that the blood that was about to boil could only be reluctantly calmed down.

Now, the opportunity to fight is here again.

Moreover, this group of people, whether it is their eyes and momentum, or the formation when they rushed over, looks much stronger than the previous group, and their combat power will obviously be stronger.

That's exactly what he wants.

"Come on, then!"

Xu Anping moved and took the initiative to rush to the leftmost one of the bandits in front of him.

In the face of a siege, the most taboo thing is to be surrounded, in that case, even if he bursts out with all his strength, he may not be sure to survive.

Only by walking on the periphery of the crowd and trying not to face too many people at once can he have a chance to win.

Fortunately, as a martial artist in the late stage of the Cultivation Realm, Xu Anping's physical fitness is much stronger than the other party, even if he hides part of his strength, and when he is bent on wandering, the other party is helpless against him.

Of course, with such continuous wandering, Xu Anping could not cause any results for a while.

The two sides were at a stalemate.

But the situation on the other side is not so optimistic.

Zhong Lei was besieged by the second leader of the bandits and two ordinary bandits, and his arm was quickly slashed and he was not lightly injured.

Hong Xiaohao also fell into the disadvantage, and under the siege of the three bandit leaders and two ordinary bandits, he could only barely support it, and it seemed that it would be a matter of time before he was defeated.

After several encounters, Luo Tianle also sensed the difficulty of the bandit leader.

His gaze hurriedly swept over several other battlefields, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"Damn! This gang of bandits actually has three martial artists in the Cultivation Realm, and their strength is not weak. ”

"It's not going to be good if it goes on like this."

Soon, he kicked under his feet, suddenly broke away from the battle circle, and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Wan, you go and help Senior Brother Zhong!" ”

Generally speaking, the official disciples who accept the escort task are the protective force of the convoy, and those miscellaneous servants are only responsible for driving the carriage, carrying goods and other chores, and have no strength, and there is no need to participate in the battle, after all, once the miscellaneous servants lose too much, it is not easy to transport the goods back when the goods are purchased.

Unless it is a critical situation.

These miscellaneous servants will appear as backup forces.

At this time, Deacon Wan also saw that the situation was not good, and once Xu Anping's four people died one after another, the convoy would definitely have no way to live.

"Everyone, come with me!"

Deacon Wan shouted, drew his sword and rushed forward.

As a deacon, he is also a martial artist of the Cultivation Realm, and although he has rarely participated in battles in recent years, his physical fitness and martial arts experience have not fallen too far behind.

With him and twenty-five miscellaneous servants on the battlefield, the critical moment was enough to turn the tide of the battle.

Whether it is the strong line-up or the number of people, they have the advantage, and theoretically, the hope of winning is very high.

But they had to save as much of their strength as possible to deal with other bandits that might arise on the way forward, so they were often tied up in battle.

Unlike those bandits who lick blood from their knives all year round, they are fierce and not afraid of death when they fight.

Therefore, in such a battle, the first task is actually to suppress the opponent's momentum first.

Deacon Wan knows this.

After rushing to the battlefield with a group of miscellaneous servants, he went straight to one of the ordinary bandits besieging Zhong Lei and slashed him to death with a sword.

"Kill them, not one of them will be left!"

Deacon Wan roared, as if these bandits in front of him were just weak chickens who had no power to fight back.

Such words and momentum, coupled with the scene of him killing a bandit as soon as he came on the field, made those miscellaneous servants suddenly have a great boost in confidence.

These bandits are nothing more than that!

"For every person killed, a penny of silver!"

At this time, Deacon Wan added another sentence.

These external handymen have one more advantage than the internal servants in the sect that they are paid, but their monthly salary is only one or two pieces of silver.

Kill a bandit and reward him with a penny, which is equivalent to a salary of 10%.

Hearing such a reward, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and their momentum became even more vigorous.

They had been unable to resist the orders of the deacons, but now that they had money as an incentive, the fear of battle in their hearts was suddenly dispelled.

"Kill them!"

The handymen brandished their long knives and rushed forward one by one.