"Shut up!" the one-armed swordsman, who had been standing in the corner of the wall and holding a knife, suddenly whispered.

Without saying much, a short man had already flipped over and flew up to the roof, and then quietly looked into the distance.

Although the sound was not loud, it was impossible to see the distant scene in the dimming night.

But judging from the faint sound of horses' hooves, as well as the frightened birds, and the traces of flight, there are already many people quietly surrounding the small temple.

"We were discovered. There were at least a hundred people in the Tartars, and more in the distance, I couldn't see clearly. The short man landed lightly like a bird, and then lowered his voice to the crowd.

Everyone's expressions became solemn, but they could no longer see any other superfluous emotions.

"Let's break through! Before they even notice that we are aware of the movement, we will choose a direction to break out. Daoist Guangping said.

The one-armed swordsman who first noticed something strange before said: "Scatter and escape, if you can escape, one can escape, me, the monk and the flower beggar, stay here to attract attention and break up their formation." ”

Guangping's master, the old Taoist, sighed and said, "The art of war of the Tatars was learned from the wolves on the steppe. And what wolves do best is hunting down their prey, and they will drive their prey into a desperate situation and then kill it. Their cavalry, which came and went, and the strong bows that almost everyone possessed, were the fangs of the Tatars. ”

Most of the people in the rivers and lakes are extraordinary in martial arts and have their own specialties.

If it is a short encounter with a very small number of Tatar cavalry, of course, the probability of victory is high in the rivers and lakes.

But when you really fight in groups, you are distanced by the Tatars, and you chase and fight from afar, and no matter how strong the master is, you will be gradually grinded to death.

Although this place is barren, there is still a temple to defend, and those who choose to stay will surely die, but it also involves a part of the troops, which is equivalent to breaking the Tatar formation and creating a chance for others to escape.

The one-armed swordsman must have fought the Tatars many times and knew their methods quite well, so he found such a way in this desperate situation.

"No, you have to go together, you have to stay together, the left and right are just one death, people can die, but the backbone cannot be lost. If our master and apprentice leave today, we won't even have the face to bow to the ancestor of Sanqing another day. Daoist Guangping covered the wound that had burst under the excitement, stood up and roared in a low voice.

The one-armed swordsman shook his head and refused: "Young and vigorous! You are still a Taoist priest, and your temper is so impulsive, no wonder you are optimistic and have no reputation." You still need to leave a useful body and go to meet the Wine Sword Immortal, this is the task assigned by the alliance leader, and there is no room for failure. I would also like to ask you to take into account the overall situation. ”

The old Taoist priest looked quite immortal, but at this time he patted the apprentice's shoulder, and he was not angry at the 'contempt' of the one-armed swordsman, but smiled with relief: "We are from the rivers and lakes, and we don't know what the overall situation is. The courage of the horseman, although it is only five steps of blood splashing, but within these five steps, it is the backbone of our continuous fighting. Even though we die today, we cannot allow ourselves to despise ourselves. “

While speaking, the Tatars would not care about the righteous words of the people in the temple at this moment.

The rain of arrows came as scheduled, passing through the broken eaves, opening the roofs of skylights, and leaking windows, like strong winds, poured into the small ruined temple.

A big man dressed as a fisherman shouted, and a wide fishing net was spread, and in a short period of time, a small space was enveloped.

The sharp arrows were stuck in the fine eyeholes of the fishing nets, and in just a moment, most of the fishing nets were covered with dense arrows.

"Kill out!" The old Taoist priest looked like he had a hotter temper than his disciple Guangping, the green blade on his waist was out of the sheath, and the person had already flown out through the gap under the fishing net, his short body was close to the ground, his pace was brisk, and he had swept into the mountains and forests not far away in the blink of an eye.

This was followed by a series of screams of the Tatar cavalry before they died.

Everyone in the temple glanced at each other, as if saying goodbye at the end, and then raised their weapons and entered the military formation.

However, heroism and enthusiasm cannot solve the problems caused by the gap in strength.

Soon, a group of knights were surrounded by the military array.

In just a few moments, several people died tragically under the indiscriminate knives and arrows.

Those who are alive are also more or less wounded, and according to the current situation, it is also expected that they will be killed here.

In the cavalry group, there was a faint shout of Tatar generals, who seemed to be directing the formation.

The eyes of several knights flickered, and they carefully wanted to see who was in command, even if they couldn't get out and kill a Tartar general, it would not be a loss.

It's a pity that apparently these Tatars also know that the people in the rivers and lakes are elusive.

Whether it is a general or an ordinary soldier, they are almost exactly the same, and from the appearance of the dress, it is impossible to tell who is high and who is low.

They communicated with each other in Tatar, a foreign language that none of the knights understood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have been practicing penance in the mountains for decades, and I am friends with mountain springs, and I boast that I am out of the world. Today, I am glad to have come down to the mountain, to enter the world to survive this catastrophe in the world, and to be able to kill the enemy here today and soar, fortunately!" The old Taoist priest must be in a mess at this time, the Dao crown on his head has already been split, and there are still blood stains on his face that have not yet coagulated, Zhang Yang laughed and said as if he had gone mad.

"We are all happy!" the rest of the people all smiled, obviously looking at death as if they were at home.

But at this moment, Guangping suddenly said: "Master! Have you heard anything... Not the same sound. ”

Herod!

The numerous Tatar horses seemed to be a little restless, and the well-trained horses jumped wildly, and even how much their owners reprimanded them were extremely irritable.

For a time, the military array was in chaos, but it gave many knights a chance to breathe.

Buzz!

The crisp sound of the sword, from far to near.

Gradually, there were clear human voices, flying down from the sky.

"The sword comes by the wind, and between the world and the devil, there is wine and pleasure, and I am also upside down without wine. ”

The singing gradually became clearer.

But I saw a sword overflowing with cold light, flying from the sky, and then accompanied by the singing, shuttling through the military array.

One after another, the Tatar cavalry fell from their horses without resistance, and the blood sprayed from their throats was stained red.

In just an instant, the soldiers who surrounded the many knights were emptied.

"Drink all the rivers, then drink and swallow the sun and the moon, a thousand cups of drunkenness, only I drink the sword fairy... ”

More dense sword light sprinkled into the mountains and forests.

The screams came and went, and in the frightened shouts, the remnants of the Tatar soldiers began to evacuate quickly, and even cut the horse's butt directly with a knife, hating the precious horse that was usually in love with it for not running fast enough.

However, no matter how fast the horses were, how could they withstand Feng Linwan's flying sword?

When all the Tatar soldiers were cleared.

Feng Lin fell in the air, stepped on the hilt of the sword, carried his hands behind his back, and looked down on the four fields, feeling lonely.

"Sword... Sword Immortal!It's really a Sword Immortal!" Guangping was excited.

He was born in the land of Jiannan, and there have been stories of sword immortals since ancient times. After worshipping the master, he also asked many times, but he told the sword fairy that the words were just false rumors by ordinary people, and they could not be trusted.

However, what I saw today, this wine sword immortal was really a sword immortal.

A flying sword, shuttling through the military array, is like entering a no-man's land, it is really chic!