The four hundred archers still took turns shooting, and as the pace of progress continued to extend to the village, there were screams of pain in the village from time to time, and then there was a sound of sharp arrows stabbing in the Ming Mountain Villa.

The dust raised by the wall slowly fell to the ground, and the scene of the garden in the courtyard was unobstructed, with rockeries, pavilions, corridors, roofs, trees, and flat ground full of dense arrows.

There are many heroes in Shaanxi, and hundreds of archers don't need to enter the battlefield at the first time, so they don't need to spare any effort, just a moment to shoot nearly 10,000 feather arrows into the rudder of the Demon Sect.

Dozens of Demon Cultists with feather arrows stuck in their bodies fell to the ground, blood spilled all over the ground, and occasionally a few undead convulsions slightly, and the rest of the Demon Cultists were completely hidden.

As the Shaanxi heroes pounced on the collapsed wall, Li Bushan raised his hand and shouted: "Stop shooting!"

The four hundred archers immediately put down the longbows in their hands and gasped for breath, the round of rapid shooting just now really consumed a lot of their strength.

Zhao Yishui led more than a dozen inner disciples, followed by the heads of various gangs, rushed to the front, took the lead in stepping over the wall, entered the villa, and rushed towards the inside of the garden.

As soon as they crossed the area of dead bodies, behind the rockery, behind the trees, and in front of the wings, the figures of the Demon Cultists appeared one after another, and the sky was full of hidden arrows, flying knives, iron thistles, small axes, and iron galls.

Everyone danced long swords and long knives to block, after all, there were a few unlucky eggs, who were cut into the shoulder blades by the axe, pierced into the thigh by the flying knife, screaming and constantly retreating, and the acquaintances next to them were busy carrying the injured and returning to the village for treatment.

Zhao Yishui roared, his body flashed rapidly, and he stabbed to death a Demon Sect disciple who came out from behind the rockery with a sword, and killed into the enemy group, and the other Huashan disciples who were safe and sound also raised their body methods, quickly approached the Demon Sect disciples, and fought together.

The masters of the various factions in the back, seeing that the enemy had been received in front, shouted loudly, quickened their pace, crossed the fighting Huashan disciples, and pounced on the village.

Without any obstacles, the second and third teams soon all entered the manor and marched towards the Demon Sect in a semicircle.

The Demon Sect disciples appeared one after another, fighting with the masters of various factions, and the entire manor suddenly shook the sky.

Lin Yaohua and several junior disciples, forming a Big Dipper Seven Star Array, cautiously jumped into the manor, and as soon as they crossed a side room, they saw that five gang disciples were besieging two black-clothed demon sect disciples, and they had already gained the upper hand.

After not taking a few steps, the windowsill of the wing room next to him suddenly burst, and a black-clothed demon cultist broke out of the window, and slashed at Lin Yaohua with a knife, Lin Yaohua quickly raised his sword to block, took advantage of the situation to retreat, and let go of the enemy's attack route.

Sun Zhengyi and Xue Changle in the back stabbed out two swords, pointing at the two ribs of the demon cultists, and the demon cultists rushed forward with a momentum, and the long knives circled, wanting to sweep away the two swords, but the two swords suddenly retreated, avoiding the enemy's long knives again.

Yang Jian crossed the top of Lin Yaohua's head and stabbed at the head of the demon cultist, the long knife drawn by the demon cultist rose upward, volleying the sword above, Yang Jian put his sword on the opponent's long knife a little, and jumped behind the demon cultist.

Liu Changan stabbed a sword into the thigh of the demon cultist, and the long knife in the demon cultist's hand didn't have time to defend himself, and he suddenly took a big step and avoided Liu Changan's sword.

The two swords stabbed at each other one left and one right, and the demon cultist couldn't catch it in one breath, so he barely opened the right sword, struggled to turn sideways, and was pierced through the shoulder blade by the left sword, and brandished the long knife in severe pain, laying a knife curtain in front of him, and blocking seven or eight swords in a row.

This demon cultist is already at the peak of the third rate, infinitely close to the second-rate realm, hiding in the wing, seeing that Lin Yaohua and the other seven disciples are young, bullying them for their lack of skill, and wanting to pick up a bargain, but I didn't expect that after only a few breaths, they fell into a lot of difficulties.

The demon cultists knew that if they continued, their internal qi was exhausted, and when they died, they roared, slashed out eight knives from front to back, left and right, and rushed to the front yard with their combined knives.

As soon as he rushed out of five steps, there was a pain in his left and right ribs, and two long swords slashed through, cutting two large gaps in the demon cultist's stomach, and the demon cultist fell to the ground screaming, and his intestines flowed out from both sides of his body.

The demon cultist threw away the long knife, his face was terrified, snot and tears flowed from one side, and his hands in vain scooped up his intestines, trying to stuff them back into his body, but the slippery intestines always flowed out.

"Help, help me!" the demon cultist pleaded and looked at Lin Yaohua and the others, and shouted hoarsely.

Lin Yaohua calmed his face, walked in front of the demon cultist, stretched out his long sword and pointed at the demon cultist's forehead, the demon cultist did not dodge, his hands scooped up the intestines that flowed out, he glanced at Lin Yaohua, his eyes showed gratitude, and slowly closed his eyes.

As soon as Lin Yaohua's long sword was sent, it pierced into the forehead of the demon cultist, and the demon cultist was killed instantly, and his hands were still tightly holding his intestines.

The seven of them looked at each other, then at the fallen demon cultist, and continued to walk cautiously towards the front yard.

On the roof not far away, Qi Yishan was holding a longbow and was closely following the seven people, seeing this scene, he smiled with relief, only after experiencing a cruel battle, the disciples of Huashan could survive in the rivers and lakes, and what they were facing now was just a small test.

Looking at this scene, the tenacity of these disciples is much beyond that of their own generation, and their future is even more ambitious than their own generation, no wonder the head of the sect is so precious.

Having such high-quality disciples is really a blessing for Huashan, and the future of Huashan can be expected.

Bao Dachu was in the courtyard behind the hall, and naturally took over Li Bushan, the practice of the rivers and lakes, if it is not necessary, the average first-class master will not deliberately slaughter the second-rate master.

The two first-class masters began to cautiously test, Bao Dachu used four or five points of internal force, and constantly urged the long knife in his hand, and the light of the sword was around Li Bushan, rolling up and down, and the momentum was huge.

Li Bushan's long sword was displayed steadily, attacking Bao Dachu, you come and go, and unconsciously come over more than 100 moves.

After all, the Shaanxi branch of the Demon Sect has few people, and its strength is far from that of the Shaanxi heroes.

The entire Demon Sect in Shaanxi is divided, and there are only about twenty second-rate masters, and the Huashan faction has more than that, and the other Shaanxi gangs have more than one hundred second-rate masters, and they have overwhelming strength.

It didn't take more than one meal to fight, and he had already cleaned up the backyard disciples of the Shaanxi branch of the Demon Sect and killed them in the front yard.

Bao Dachu was dealing with Li Bushan and paying attention to the surrounding situation from time to time, seeing that the killing shouts in the backyard had stopped, and only more than 100 people in the front yard were still fighting against the Huashan faction and others.

Squinting his eyes, he saw that Li Xiong was embarrassed next to him resisting the attack of a Huashan disciple, sweating profusely, and he couldn't hold on for long.

Not daring to hesitate any longer, Bao Dachu roared, the internal force ran rapidly, and the long knife suddenly let out a dull whistling, forcing Li Bushan away, and turned around and slashed towards Zhao Yishui.

Zhao Yishui has been suppressing Li Xiong, and has been paying attention to the battle between the two bigwigs in the field, seeing that the knife is sinking strongly, he knows that he can't resist it, so he hurriedly jumps back and avoids the blade.