Ten miles east of the city, in the small village, there were corpses everywhere, and the blood stained the wooden doors, the earthen walls, and the ground.

A soldier of the Jin Army was holding a Pu knife in his right hand and covering his chest with his left hand, barely leaning against an earthen wall, already dying. Blood continued to spill from between his fingers, soaking through the placket of his clothes. In the face of death, he was smiling, smiling happily, just because there was still a black liquid left on the Pu knife, which was left when he cut off the head of a Qin Zhirui soldier and a ghost soldier. He knew enough, and he died without regrets.

However, how many of these thousand soldiers can die without regrets?

The battle has ended, the soldiers of the 1,000 Jin Army have been wiped out, and the losses of Qin Zhirui and Nether Ghost Soldiers are only less than 100, and the gap in their combat power can be imagined.

Hua Yuluo said lightly: "Go to Chang'an City." ”

There were two Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers who nodded slightly, as if they could understand what Hua Yuluo was saying.

After that, more than 300 Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers left the small village.

In front of the Taiping Palace in the Shangqing Dynasty, the bitter battle continued.

The martial arts cultivation of the disciples of the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty is not weak, and with tacit understanding, they can fight with Qin Zhirui and the ghost soldiers, but death and injury are inevitable, and seventeen disciples have died in battle.

Mu Qingfeng's eyes were cold, and he urged his true power with all his might, and his sword qi crisscrossed him. The cyan long sword was like a hell magic sword, constantly harvesting the heads of Qin Zhirui and Nether Ghost Soldiers, invincible.

Suddenly, a muffled grunt came from behind him.

Although Mu Qingfeng was almost enchanted, he still heard this muffled snort clearly. Following the prestige, I saw a wound on the right arm of a Qin Zhirui soldier and a ghost soldier, which was bloody and bright red blood. Mu Qingfeng suddenly realized that the person who controlled it was hidden in it. Without hesitation, he swept towards the man like a ghost.

A Qin Zhirui soldier and a ghost soldier are bandaging their wounds, and this picture is strange.

A cyan sword light swept through, and a head was thrown backwards, and bright red blood spurted out in an instant.

At the same time, Mu Qingfeng kept holding his breath and concentrating, always paying attention to any slight changes around him. Sure enough, he heard a soft shout, and then his figure flashed.

A Qin Zhirui soldier and a ghost soldier seemed to sense something, and turned around to escape, but how could they escape.

Mu Qingfeng came in an instant, and another cyan sword light swept through.

This Qin Zhirui and Nether Ghost Soldier are also human, and he is also dead.

In the next moment, all the Qin Zhirui soldiers and the Nether Ghost Soldiers froze, and then killed the disciples of the Taiping Palace of the Qing Dynasty, but they were like walking corpses.

Mu Qingfeng was overjoyed, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. The cyan sword shadow flashed, and he struck into the Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldier again.

Even with the manipulators, it's still an uphill battle.

In front of the cave behind the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty, nearly 100 Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers had fallen to the ground.

Yan Ruyu was holding the Flying Star Sword and was still fighting hard. Sweat ran down his cheeks and soaked his shirt. There was a wound on his left shoulder, which had been bandaged, but blood was still oozing. She didn't care, her gaze was firm and stubborn.

Shi Potian's body is like a swimming dragon, and his moves are elegant and heavy, which is in line with the natural avenue, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and he is hearty. For him, this battle is both training and growth. I don't know when, the pale white energy faintly surrounding the palm and fingers has become real.

Outside the cave, Yu Jackie Chan danced the iron halberd, his body changed, and he was like flying. There is a faint invisible true qi surrounding the double halberd, and the momentum is compelling. The land three feet before him was like a chasm, which could not be crossed.

At the entrance of the cave, six Chaotian Que Dead soldiers clenched their blades, their eyes were resolute, and they seemed to be ready to fight to the death at any time. Behind them, Meng Fang stood with a gun, his face pale, but his momentum did not diminish in the slightest. He kept an eye on the battle and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

On the side, Zhang Ye leaned against the mountain wall, sat on the ground, panting heavily. He had seven wounds on his body, and although they did not hurt the vital points, they were bleeding too much because of the overbearing and fierce power of Vajra. He was unwilling and wanted to fight again, but once he clenched his fists, the wound would not stop bleeding. He felt remorseful and blamed himself for at least three wounds that could have been avoided and two that could have been lighter......

Accumulating experience in battle and knowing how to think after a battle is really valuable.

Martial arts, combat is originally the best training, you can grow the fastest, as long as you don't die, you will become stronger.

Li He also leaned against the mountain wall, sitting casually on the ground, holding a broken sword in his hand. The body of the Broken Sword was full of gaps, and there was still black liquid remaining. It's not hard to imagine what kind of fierce battles it has experienced......

Inside the cave, no one can be calm anymore. They are not afraid of death, but they are worried about the heroes who are guarding Chaotianque with their lives.

Li Yu had tears in his eyes and said timidly: "Brother Xiaomanzi seems to be injured. ”

Mo Wan'er barely squeezed out a smile, and comforted softly: "Brother Little Barbarian has practiced King Kong Divine Power, and a little injury is not in the way." ”

Li Yu seemed to think of something, and instantly burst into laughter, and said with a childish face: "I have seen it with my own eyes, the little barbarian brother smashed a stone slab with one punch, he is so powerful, he will definitely be fine." ”

At the foot of Li Mountain, a tragic hand-to-hand battle is underway......

A rusty bronze sword pierced the abdomen of a Jin soldier. The Jin Army soldier endured the pain and moved forward, letting the sword pass through his body. With his last breath, he gripped the hilt with both hands to prevent the rusty bronze sword from being pulled out of his belly.

At this moment, the five Jin Army soldiers rushed up and threw this Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldier to the ground, and then, a Pu knife was inserted into the throat of this Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldier.

The soldier of the Jin Army, who had been impaled by the bronze sword, slowly collapsed in a pool of blood, smiling......

In the next moment, a rusty bronze sword slashed horizontally, and the sword was fierce and domineering. The three Jin Army soldiers didn't have time to dodge, only one sword, and the three heads were thrown backwards, and blood gushed out instantly. The other two Jin Army soldiers were red-eyed, furious, and waved their swords without hesitation. Frontal hard encounter, the disparity in combat power...... The two soldiers of the Jin Army also fell in a pool of blood.

The three Jin army soldiers worked together to pull a bowl-thick tree trunk into a bow shape, and when a Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldier approached, they let go, and the trunk took advantage of the situation to knock the Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldier to the ground. Without hesitation, they picked up their swords and struck them by the throat and eyes......

The fighting continues......

If it had been on the plains, perhaps the battle would have been over long ago.

And what the soldiers of the Jin Army have to do is to make the battle as long as possible......

"Use the vines as a stumbling horse, this is good!" "Boy, cut off another head, it's good!" "Little rabbit cub, save me some use of the oil!" "And you ......" On a large bluestone, General Xu stood proudly, waving his sword to point at the country and promote the words. His face was smiling, but his heart was bleeding.

Not far away, a man in white was lazily leaning against an old pine tree, with a bohemian smile on his delicate face. He held a sword in his hand. The old scabbard and the satin wrapped around the hilt were just as old, and there was nothing special about it. This person is none other than the Immortal Sword King Baorong. He looked at the general of Jin Guo who was directing the country, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but he was quite interested. He should have drawn his sword to get rid of this man and let the battle here end sooner. But for some reason, he wanted to see this person again. Read the latest chapter of "Sword Killing Claw Book House" for free for the first time.