The majestic rain was raging in the city, and the breath of the mist was endless, Zhuo Huangting drew out his long sword, it was a good sharp weapon, and it was still shining with cold light in this rain, and he had a feeling that he might have miscalculated this time.

This endless catch is menacing, and the murderous aura fills the air, covering the breath of the rain, this murderous aura is a very strange thing, not a trace but can be felt, nor is it the oppression of a powerful warrior, but a simple force of nature.

These hundreds of fast catchers, all of them were murderous, this kind of artificial natural pressure made these disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect feel a kind of depression, as this momentum became bigger and bigger, their faces gradually turned pale, and some of them had difficulty breathing, this is the horror of the well-trained troops.

For example, during the national war, unless it is a great grandmaster, even a great cultivator of the Heavenly Mandate Realm cannot affect the direction of a battle, because the battle formation formed by a well-trained army, that kind of blood and blood rush to the sky, comparable to the natural power of heaven and earth, if there are hundreds of thousands of troops, even in the face of ordinary grandmasters, it is possible to defeat the grandmaster with a single charge, this has nothing to do with strength, but the general trend.

And now, hundreds of trained Xingtian Mansion Catchers are coming in array, although each of these disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect is a master, if it is a normal situation, they can single out dozens of Catchers, not to mention that there is such a worldly peak realm martial artist as Zhuo Huangting.

However, the real situation was completely different, in the face of these arrests, except for Zhuo Huangting and Fei Yun, the other six people even had the courage to make a move, and their first reaction was to run away, but they were surrounded everywhere.

Fei Yun swallowed his saliva, looked at Zhuo Huangting, and said a little nervously, "Senior brother, what should I do?"

After all, it is a martial artist who grew up under the protection of the master, when has he ever faced this kind of scene, as a disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect, walking the rivers and lakes is highly respected in the world, even if he encounters hard stubble on the rivers and lakes, he will sell his master's face, and kill the people of the court, they have not done it, most of the time they just find a step, and even in some small places, they don't dare to care if they kill it.

Zhuo Huangting's eyes were cold, looking at the surrounding catcher, he was very angry, these people are basically just ordinary people, occasionally a little martial artist, and they are not masters, he has not seen this kind of person on weekdays, these people actually dare to surround him now, and they still have a murderous aura.

If there were only twenty or thirty people, he wouldn't think about it and kill them directly, but now, he could clearly feel that these people were unusual, he really didn't dare to fight hard, even he was a little stunned, and he didn't consider these juniors and sisters.

"Everyone, the Heavenly Mansion, I am Zhuo Huangting, a disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect, and my family teacher is a great cultivator of the Heavenly Mandate Realm who is known as the Yellow River One Qi Sword, there are many misunderstandings in this matter, please come out and ......"

At this time, Zhuo Huangting also had to move out of the Canglan Sword Sect, however, things were completely different from what he imagined, and an angry roar came out from the rain street: "Archers prepare, release!"

Without giving these disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect any chance at all, nearly a hundred archers rushed out, and more than a hundred feather arrows broke through the rain curtain and shot towards the restaurant, one arrow shot out, and the second round of arrows shot out in an instant.

This sudden killing machine caught several disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect off guard, but fortunately, Zhuo Huangting reacted quickly, and a snowy sword light cut through the rain curtain, illuminating the layers of rain curtains very clearly, and swept all the dense feather arrows into it.

"Kill!"

Zhuo Huangting stepped on the water, and woke up several junior brothers and sisters in a daze with a loud shout, and then took off the hat on his head and threw it hard, smashing over several catchers, holding the hilt of the sword, the muscles on his wrist and forearm were extremely tight, driving the Xueliang long sword to rotate quickly, as if turning into a shield, shaking those dense arrows away.

A crisp shattering sound sounded in the rain, and dozens of arrows were forcibly cut off by the sword or blocked and flew out, flying in all directions, but without exception, all of them were blocked, but hundreds of arrows were suddenly like a torrential rain, even if Zhuo Huangting's swordsmanship was perfect, he might not be able to block it all the time.

"Ahh

A sound of breaking ** sounded, and a feather arrow was inserted into Zhuo Huangting's thigh, directly penetrating, Zhuo Huangting's thigh was weak, half-kneeling on the ground, and yelled at Fei Yun who was blocking the feather arrow next to him: "Feiyun, take the junior disciples to the side, I'll stop them!"

As soon as Zhuo Huangting finished speaking, he forcefully broke the feather arrow stuck in his leg, and then limped into the long street, walked through the feather arrow, and quickly rushed towards those catchers.

Fei Yun split the feather arrow in front of him with a sword, and shouted: "Senior brother, let's die together!"

"The ghost died with you, hurry up and get out of Lao Tzu, take the junior brother and run away, otherwise Lao Tzu will come to pull you to hell as a ghost, hurry up, it doesn't matter if you die or not, don't hurt a few junior brothers!"

Zhuo Huangting gritted his teeth and roared, there was a long trail of blood on the ground, which was contained in the stagnant water on the ground, and it was very red, but he still endured the pain and stopped all the catches, this is his responsibility, as a senior brother, this time down the mountain, his main task is to protect these junior brothers and sisters.

"Attack!"

A chief catcher shouted.

With this order, the catchers who had fired the second round of feather arrows quickly walked back, quickly changed their arrows, and the other pair of catchers dragged their long knives and rushed towards Zhuo Huangting silently.

"Kill!"

Zhuo Huangting stepped on the water, burst into a loud shout, held the sword in both hands, and slashed down towards a catcher with an irresistible momentum, instantly slashed down a catcher, and then reached out with a backhand of the long sword, stabbed another catcher in the stomach, quickly pulled out, and slashed horizontally with a sword.

The swordsmanship of the Canglan Sword Sect mainly takes two routes, one is fast, and the other is majestic, these two swordsmanship have their own uniqueness, there is no good or bad, and Zhuo Huangting chose to be fast, fighting back and forth in dozens of rushing catches, and dragging these catches by himself.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Zhuo Huangting dragged down the catchers, and these catches didn't drag Zhuo Huangting, and with the order of the chief catcher, another round of feather arrows shot at the disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect who were fleeing to the side.

With just one round of feather arrows, he instantly shot down two disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect and injured one.

Looking at the feather arrows that came quickly, Fei Yun pushed the two junior disciples next to him away, flipped his wrist, and the blade of the sword turned into a white light, cutting off a few feather arrows with great precision, and then the sword light flickered, rushing towards the alley next to him, and then took the lead to run towards the house.

He knew that as long as they rushed through the long street, the bows and arrows of the Xingtianfu would be considered invalid, and sure enough, as soon as they turned and rushed into the houses, the catchers on the side of the Xingtianfu gave up their bows and arrows and sent people to chase them.