Sure enough, the entire three-sided city wall was breached by the enemy almost immediately after the withdrawal, and everyone retreated directly to the other side of the river in the city, and began the expected battle with the enemy across the river.

But then again, the reality must be very old-fashioned, even if the ideal is very full.

After all, the enemy was outnumbered, and even a dense array of bows and arrows could not make them retreat, and the weapons and equipment were getting fewer and smaller, which led to the enemy crossing the river in a naval battle.

Even then, it took two full days.

Yang Wannian's spotless white robe was already covered with blood at the moment, but it did not affect his demeanor at the moment.

Blood-colored robes hunted in the wind, and hundreds of corpses lay on the opposite side of the riverbank, and although the enemies on the other side were shouting, none of them dared to cross the pontoon bridge again.

Everyone remembered the scene of the hundreds of people rushing past just now.

Yang Wannian's one person and one sword can be said to have killed a dark sky, and everyone fell under his sword, and basically died with a sword sealing his throat.

To be able to achieve such speed, such precision, and even more arrogant demeanor like a hegemon looking at them, at least these people don't dare to move forward.

"Are you standing here until I go over and kill you all?" a roar resounded through the sky.

The enemy began to stir, but it did not form a rout on all fronts.

At this moment, I don't know who shot an arrow and directly killed an enemy, which formed the direct fuse of the rout of the whole army, and everyone rushed to escape, which can be described as extremely embarrassing.

Yang Wannian was still standing with his hands in his hands, and the sword in his hand looked extremely cold under the sunlight.

It wasn't until the men withdrew from the city that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Killing hundreds of people in a row is actually not very good, the sound just now is not good, it is just a power to mobilize the qi of the dantian, and the disciples behind him all congratulated loudly when they saw the enemy retreating, and Yang Wannian also showed a smile on his face.

At least for the time being, nothing will go wrong.

But the moment this thought first appeared, it made him change his mind.

Because at this moment, an arrow pierced the sky, shooting directly with the sound of tearing the air, and the sound was as loud as if a drill monkey exploded in mid-air.

Yang Wannian saw such a loud arrow. Even with his flat state of mind, his face twitched slightly.

But after a slight pause, the sword in his hand also slashed out in an instant.

Although this sword has momentum, its power is too much worse, and the moment it collides with the arrow in mid-air, what I didn't expect was. The arrow grazed the sword in his hand and shot straight at his eyebrows.

At this critical moment, it seemed that Yang Wannian did not have the power to turn the tide, but a Zen staff flew over at a faster speed, stopped directly in the center, and shot the arrow at the Zen staff.

The figure of the abbot's immortal wind dao bone slowly fell from mid-air like an immortal, and everyone was amazed by the light skill of this old man, but what was even more admired was the Zen staff just now, its strength, its speed can be completely comparable to the few people in the world who are known as the supreme of heaven.

The abbot slowly fell to the ground, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the staff reached his hand as if he had heard a call.

When Yang Wannian saw this scene, he might as well show a smile on his face and said, "Abbot, I'm afraid your strength after breaking through is close to several supremes." ”

Fang Zheng said: "The skill is small, if it is comparable to several masters, I am afraid it will be half a point." ”

Yang Wannian shook his head and said, "With the strength of the abbot, it is enough to compare with them." ”

While the two were talking, what they didn't expect was that the soldiers who had been repelled before turned back en masse.

The leader is Jiang Cheng, who has met before.

This person's appearance still makes people feel inexplicably intimate at a glance, and he still has that smile like a spring breeze on his face, but there is a murderous intent in his eyes.

The abbot slammed the Zen staff on the ground, and a random scene occurred that people didn't dare to imagine.

Because of this hard blow, a whirlwind blew out of thin air in all directions, and all the dead leaves left on the ground were swept away.

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his smile slowly converged, and the folding fan in his hand slowly opened and said, "Although people will use the last strength of their whole body to struggle when they are about to die, have you ever thought that this will be useful?"

The abbot nodded slowly and said, "It's useless, you can't jump to conclusions until the fan brother reveals it." After speaking, he recited a Buddha name softly.

Jiang Cheng looked at the arrow that had been knocked to the ground and sighed slowly: "It's useless to talk too much, let's start." ”

The river seems to be very wide, but in an instant, he has come to the other side of the river, and the folding fan in his hand has been slowly closed, from top to bottom, wanting to hit the abbot's head fiercely.

The abbot stood still and did not move, until the moment when he was about to strike, the abbot slowly bent down, and not only that, but the Zen staff in his hand also smashed hard.

Putting aside the outcome of the battle between the two, let's turn our heads and take a look at what kind of danger the Lone Sword Saint is facing at the moment.

A few times ago, we said that the Lone Sword Saint faced the three major demons with one person and one sword, and the most unfathomable strength was the previous woman.

A knife wound could be clearly seen on the left arm of the Lone Sword Saint, but the wound was not deep, and looking at it the other way, it was his junior brother who was the most seriously injured in the audience at this moment.

The white robe on his junior brother's body had been stained red with blood, and his face full of vicissitudes had been exposed, and he was visibly tired at the moment.

He stood behind the two of them, a hint of sarcasm on his face.

He was very convinced that the Lone Sword Saint at this moment would definitely not be able to kill him, not to mention that there were hundreds of mechanisms that had not been used here, even the two people in front of him were enough to block the Lone Sword Saint's one person and one sword for him.

Sometimes he can't understand why these heroes like to be alone, even if one person's strength is strong, what can he do with thousands of people in a human sea battle?

To put it bluntly, these heroes don't have brains, if they really have brains, how can they wear such a shabby dress, except for the sword in their hands.

The Lone Sword Saint shook his head with a smile, and the sword in his hand slowly threw to the ground.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at him intensely, and a swordsman threw his sword to the ground, either facing death or drawing another sword.

But the Lone Sword Saint did not pull out another sword, but formed a sword finger with his left hand, and a sword finger with his right hand.

The right eyelid suddenly jumped wildly, and hurriedly said: "If it is late, there will be a change, and he will be dealt with immediately." ”

At the moment when the last word was finished, the Lone Sword Saint came behind him out of thin air, and almost at this moment, his pupils contracted slightly.

The woman in front of her also stabbed the sword in her hand at this moment, and everything happened between lightning and flint.

But something even more unexpected happened again.

The Lone Sword Saint did not make a move to harm the annihilation, but continued to move forward, which made the woman's sword slash into the air.

In an instant, he felt the pressure on his whole body disappear, and hurriedly turned his head to look.

The Lone Sword Saint had already come to the roof of that wooden house at some point, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he was still beside them just now, I was afraid that he wouldn't believe it if he killed them, and he went up at this moment.

"The phantom step is complete!" the woman exclaimed, "Release the arrow!"

As soon as the words fell, there was no imaginary rain of arrows, and there was not even a reply voice.

"What!" was stunned at the moment, and the woman was also stunned at the moment.

The person who had been arranged a long time ago didn't release any arrows, and the woman's light skills under her feet were instantly exerted almost without thinking, and the whole person had already fled from here.

After seeing the woman fleeing, she was slightly stunned, scolded angrily in a low voice, and almost turned around to flee.

The Lone Sword Saint came to him at this moment.

A pair of hands had already arrived in front of him, less than an inch away from his throat, if it was an ordinary person, in this inch of distance, it would definitely kill him, but the person in front of him was not an ordinary person.

He suddenly knelt down and said, "Don't kill me!"

The Lone Sword Saint almost frowned tightly when he knelt down, once the real hero, even if he died, he would raise his chest and raise his head, and he would definitely not be so low, if he wanted to survive, then there was only one possibility, the person in front of him was not really destroyed.

The Lone Sword Saint said, "Who are you?"

"The hero spares his life, the little one is just a stand-in, this matter really has nothing to do with me!"

The Lone Sword Saint slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and stared fiercely at Zhang Wudao, who was already injured: "Even the people you support are no longer here, I don't know what you are still holding onto, we are brothers, although I want to kill you very much, but I think of the past feelings, you can go." ”

After speaking, the Lone Sword Saint turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.

However, the moment he turned around, the "Annihilation" who was kneeling on the ground instantly burst out, and a knife had appeared in his hand, directly stabbing at the vital point of the Lone Sword Saint.

Zhang Wu's eyes also narrowed slightly, he knew that it was impossible to kill his senior brother with this move, so he didn't speak.

Sure enough, as he expected, the moment "Annihilation" was about to stab the Lone Sword Saint, the sword stuck in the ground instantly rose from the ground as if it had come to life, directly piercing his chest.

The Lone Sword Saint turned his head, his eyes full of pity, and sighed slightly.

As soon as his hand was raised slightly, the sword was pulled out of his chest, and if you looked closely, you would see that there was a rope tied to his fingers and the sword, and this rope was very thin, as thin as a hair.

"If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life!" said the Lone Sword Saint in a loud voice, and strode forward, leaving Zhang Wu, who had been standing in place.

(End of this review)