Dressed in a scholar's green shirt facing the wind and rain, Ning Shu threw the umbrella in his hand aside casually, holding the ordinary long sword obtained at the Qinhuai River auction in his hand, facing the ten jumping figures, the sword blade waved, and directly used the power of Taiyin, shrouding ten people in the sword light.

In the dark and rainy night, a sword light is like a bright moon, but the most dazzling thing is the young man's green shirt slightly raised in the wind and rain, the sword light moves with the green shirt, it seems that there is no weight, soft as nothing.

The power of Taiyin spread out with the sword as the center, wrapping Ning Shu, and the trace of murderous aura melted into the raindrops in the sky, enveloping the ten dead soldiers.

There will be no moonlight on a rainy night, but the young man's sword is brighter than the moonlight.

Under the shroud of the power of Taiyin, the faces of the ten dead soldiers were finally revealed, some were resolute, some were bland, and even serenity, but they were all full of miserable whiteness, without a trace of vitality, like a soulless shell, and most importantly, they were all the appearance of the human race of the God Dynasty.

After they realized that they were shrouded in moonlight, they all looked at Ning Shu, and then drew their short knives, which were the assassination short blades configured by the Divine Dynasty army.

The leader raised his hand mechanically, and the nine dead soldiers behind him were divided into two groups, and with an irresistible momentum, they brought up a gust of wind and rushed towards the center of the moonlight.

They jumped high, using a body method that was unique to the Divine Dynasty army.

Until this time, Ning Shu finally determined that these ten dead soldiers were all soldiers of the Divine Dynasty who were fighting on the northern border, but for some reason they had become the way they are now.

Ning Shu looked at the raindrops in front of him, as if he didn't see the oncoming several short knives with evil spirits, and drew an arc with the sword in his right hand, the bright white sword light passed, and the short knife broke in the light, but the forward speed of the dead soldiers was not hindered in the slightest, as if they didn't want to attack with short knives, what they wanted to use was their own flesh.

The sword light of the blade like cutting tofu slashed at the dead man's body, tearing through the dark robes, but only leaving a shallow nick on their body, and the huge force that rebounded from the blade made Ning Shu take several steps back.

Ning Shu frowned, a little surprised at how hard the bodies of these dead men were.

The dead soldiers attacked in a wave without success, and quickly organized a new round of attack, their instinct as soldiers was still there, in groups of three, nine people surrounded Ning Shu in a circle,

It was dark in the rainy night, but there was a sword light like a flash, and Ning Shu got up to meet the pair of fists that suddenly burst out from the encirclement of Deadpool with the momentum of thunder.

The sword froze on the shoulder of the violent dead man, mismatched with the bones, making a tooth-aching creaking sound, the skin and flesh cracked and the bones appeared, and blood that was close to black flowed from it, and the sword in Ning Shu's hand was embedded in the bones of the dead man.

Two of the remaining nine dead men jumped out and punched Ning Shu's head and back.

They actually sacrificed one person and restrained Ning Shu's sword with their bodies, in exchange for a domineering blow from the rest.

Ning Shu clenched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pushed his left hand towards the hilt, the tip of the sword pierced the body of the dead man, at the same time, two pairs of fists behind him broke through the wind, Ning Shu staggered to avoid the punch in the head, and with the force on his back, his right hand flung upward, and the head of the dead man in front of him fell into the rain on the side with half a shoulder.

The dead soldier who hit Ning Shu in the back was shocked by a force that was even more domineering than the force he used, and slammed into the wall next to him, making the sound of broken muscles and bones.

The rest of the dead stopped their attack, as if they were thinking about something.

The body of the Transcendent Divine Realm cultivator that they were originally proud of could not see any advantage in this sword-wielding young man.

Because Ning Shu's body had already surpassed his original cultivation after being refined by the Life Creation Pill and the "Chengtian Imitation".

In just one shot, two dead soldiers had already died, and the black blood on the sword body only stayed for a short time before it was washed away by the rain, but the blood stains splashed on the clothes on the body really represented Ning Shu's fulfillment of his promise.

Not a single dead man will be allowed to walk into the courtyard behind him.

In addition to the colorful brilliance in the courtyard, there were bursts of swords and axes staggering, Ning Shu listened to the movement in the courtyard behind him, felt the violent fluctuations of the aura of the law and meaning around him, and strengthened his inner thoughts.

The dead soldiers did not expect that they would meet such a physically stronger person than them, and the mission that they had originally wanted to enter the courtyard was forced to stop.

The leading dead man made a sound like rusty metal rubbing, and uttered two words in a hoarse voice: "Bow and crossbow!"

"I thought you wouldn't speak. Ning Shu was stunned when he heard this.

The remaining eight dead soldiers stopped talking, reached out and took out crossbow arrows from under their robes, and pulled the trigger on Ning Shu as fast as they could.

This is a crossbow arrow specially made by the Divine Dynasty to deal with cultivators, it can fire three arrows at a time, the sword has a bad aura on its body, it is a deadly weapon for cultivators who have not cultivated to the realm of returning to the void, when the strength of the person is exhausted, the monk will also have a time when the mana is exhausted, even if the monk is strong in defense, in the face of the army's rain-like crossbow arrows, he must drink hatred, so not many monks dare to face the army of the Divine Dynasty.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Facing Ning Shu, these puppet-like Divine Dynasty soldiers shot dozens of arrows in an instant, those arrows flashed with cold light, and the dark arrow body was full of evil energy, accompanied by a strong sound of breaking the air, shooting towards Ning Shu in the center of the circle.

Seeing that the young man would be shot into a hedgehog by this rain of arrows, Ning Shu's eyes flashed with purple light, and he sensed that the heavens and the earth had spread to the extreme, capturing all the traces of the arrows' progress clearly, and when he turned over and dodged, the fifty strings had already turned into purple light and passed through the eyebrows of those dead soldiers.

The bolts missed their target, causing no damage to Ning Shu, and then shot into the wall, into the darkness in the distance, with a muffled sound.

And Fifty Strings, after passing through the eyebrows of the seven dead soldiers, failed to penetrate the eyebrows of the eighth, who seemed to be the leader of the group of dead soldiers.

There were originally four people in the courtyard, but after a fight, there were three people left.

There were originally eleven people outside the courtyard, but after a few rounds of attack and defense, there were two left.

Ning Shu recalled Fifty Strings hanging beside him, holding the long sword in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He thought that these dead men had become tools like the walking dead, but he didn't expect that there was a thinking person hidden in them.

"You're funny. The leader of the dead men said in a deep voice.

"Aren't you from the Divine Dynasty?" Ning Shu asked.

"I am a Qiang general. ”

Tonight's situation is becoming more and more chaotic, originally it was just a contradiction with the Huns, but it pulled out the Qiang people and the Qiang people, in Ning Shu's opinion, this is a matter with great influence, if he knows that a leader of the Qiang people has died in that courtyard, he will definitely be even more surprised.

After the northern hating clan was driven to the northern steppe by the Divine Dynasty, it was divided into five tribes, and only the Huns have been active, and only the Huns fought with the Divine Dynasty army in the north.

Ning Shu figured out a lot of things at this moment, maybe these big people in the north intended to sneak into Los Angeles, no matter what they were going to do, it would be a bad performance for the Divine Dynasty, Xie Ximeng was in the courtyard, so there was only himself here, so he could only kill this Qiang general.

He held the hilt of the long sword, and the Qiang general swept his hands in the void, condensing a long stick.

The torrential rain continued to fall, and there was a loud bang, the sword in Ning Shu's hand and the long stick in the Qiang people's hand met, and the whole street seemed to shake, and the rain hanging on the trees was shaken down, sprinkling a curtain of rain.

As soon as Ning Shu made a move, he broke the bridge, because the Qiang general in front of him was the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered.

The Qiang general was amazed by the power of the sword, and he stepped forward with his right leg, and the rain on the road separated like a torn marshmallow, and he swept out a thousand strokes with a stick, and as he walked, there were sunken footprints on the ground.

The strength of this Qiang general is too terrifying, Ning Shu relied on the power of Taiyin to take the power of that stick, Rao is strong body can't bear it, his right arm holding the sword is slightly numb, and his chest and abdomen seem to be burned by fire.

The ordinary long sword in Ning Shu's hand was very ordinary, but the only difference was that this sword was surprisingly sharp, but the black gold stick in the hand of the Qiang general seemed to be even harder, although it was only as thick as an ordinary person's arm, but it was as thick as a mountain.

The Qiang general stood in the rain with a blank face.

This black gold stick has been passed down on the grassland to this day, and he didn't know how many heads of the god dynasty generals were smashed when the hating heaven clan and the god dynasty started a war, he has a strong confidence in his black gold stick, and the sword in the young man's hand can't break through his own defenses no matter what.

Ning Shu needed a sharper sword.

So he inserted the long sword in his hand back into the scabbard at his waist, and the fifty strings that were originally suspended fell into his hand, turning into a three-foot green blade in the wind, the dark purple hilt looked particularly strange in the rain, and Ning Shu's pupils were also dyed with a layer of purple in the purple air.

Purple light streaked across the gloomy sky like a meteor.

The Qiang general raised the long stick in his hand again, and the rain around him suddenly dispersed with the fall of the long stick, and the sound of breaking the air became more and more deafening.

The second time they met, the long stick was covered with deep and shallow sword marks, and the Qiang general's brows were furrowed.

He thought that the sword in the young man's hand could not shake his stick.

He thought his stick would be enough to smash the boy's head.

He thought he was ......

Countless people thought that they would eventually come to naught, and the second time the stick and sword met, the fifty strings in Ning Shu's hand swam like lightning, and in an instant, nine broken bridges were slashed, like a pervasive rain slashing on the oncoming black gold stick, one by one, and finally left dense sword marks on the black gold stick, as if it had experienced the erosion of time.