"Even these four great gods in the Xuanwei army have been invited, who is the sacredness that is going to be besieged and killed today?"

"You want to use these four great gods?"

"This ......"

In this killing game, naturally many people knew as well as the Demon Sect who the man in this small courtyard was, but more cultivators and sergeants just came to accept military orders and didn't know who the cultivators in this small courtyard were. They had traveled towards this small courtyard from all over the city, many of them had also been drawn from the Zhenwu army from other places and the northern border army, and many of them had been on the road before, and they didn't even know that the Empress Dowager was the most secret saint among the three saints of the Southern Heavens.

But at this time, these four arrows appeared, and the hearts of all these cultivators who had been in the army for a long time suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

Among the five border armies, the four archers under the seat of Xuanwei General Qi Rushan are all cultivators of the Chengtian Realm, and they are the only ones in the world who can arrange the arrows shot into an arrow array.

Xuanwei General Qi Rushan also regarded these four archers as treasures, in the past, when the various departments of the border army seconded cultivators, he never borrowed these four archers, but now these four archers are all transferred from the Xuanwei border army, even if you think about it with your ass, the object they want to besiege and kill today must be above the Divine Mind Realm.

Boom Boom!

The four giant elephants slammed into the ground, and the power of this unique arrow array had already completely surpassed the Chengtian Realm, and even faintly approached the power of the peak of the Divine Mind Realm.

The surging and violent force instantly tore apart everything in this small courtyard, the mud and stone courtyard wall, the flowers and plants in the courtyard, the stone bench where the Demon Sect was just sitting and the chair under Ziyun, and his figure.

The body of this detached man seemed to be instantly torn apart by the violent force and the chair under him, but his body was scattered without any blood splattering.

For many cultivators who have seen this scene with their own eyes, their subconscious is telling them that it is just an afterimage left by this person, and what this arrow array shatters is only the afterimage left by him.

However, it was impossible for any afterimage to be so complete, giving people this feeling of being torn apart, so in the next moment, all the cultivators who saw this scene with their own eyes really reacted, because it was too fast, and when this person left, the aura fluctuations on his body were even completely retained in their sight, and those strong impacts on the substantial aura made their eyes have such an illusion.

The figure of this man with a dusty temperament is faster than these arrows!

By the time the arrow fell, he had already left the compound, so fast that it was beyond the limits of their eyesight!

So where has he gone now?

......

To the south of this small courtyard is a wide street.

There is a gambling house and several pawnshops on this street, but because of the prosperity of those temples and incense in Jiankang over the years, there are also several incense shops on this street, and two of them sell good sandalwood.

The faces of these two shops are not large, but the smell is elegant and fragrant.

In front of one of the shops, a horse-drawn carriage that looked a little dilapidated was parked.

On the bow of the carriage sat a very large man with a sword at his waist and an iron shield wrapped in cloth behind him.

In the carriage, there was an old man with a simple face, whose eyebrows were slanted down, his skin was smooth, but there were a few deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He is Fang Jiashu, originally a scholar in Jiankang City, and later became a bookkeeper of a well-known shop, and because he did a good job, he was sent by the owner to be a shopkeeper in the field, and then he got a practice book by chance, and became a cultivator by himself, and was favored by a certain general of the Zhuangwei Department of the border army, and became an enshrinement in the army.

His life is extremely variable, he can become a cultivator, above ordinary people, and his life cannot be said to be bad, but he has been wandering and has been wandering, and the last time he returned to Jiankang was fifteen years ago.

After fifteen years, he returned to his hometown, where the scenery seemed familiar, but before arriving at the battle, he found that he was ordered to deal with a terrifying opponent that the border army had never encountered, and the face of the border soldier could not help but be more miserable.

When this man with a dusty temperament disappeared in the small courtyard, Fang Jiashu's sight and perception did not appear in the other party's figure, but at this moment, knock knock... He felt his heart begin to beat uncontrollably violently.

His lips pursed, Huo Ran raised his head, and with a loud shout, a light flying sword lying beside him was about to fly up.

However, before the thin flying sword could actually fly, his chest was dented.

He was a well-known swordsman in the border army, and the burly man in front of him was his close attendant, but the moment the burly man turned around, Fang Jiashu spurted out a mouthful of blood, spraying him all over his face.

The servant was only shocked to see Fang Jiashu's chest sunk deep, and it looked like a footprint!

At the entrance of an alley not far behind Fang Jiashu's carriage, three monks had just walked out.

These three monks were all practitioners of the Yamaban Temple, and they had cultivated the secret technique of the golden body of the Yamaban Temple, and as soon as they sensed the danger, their bodies had already surged with a substantial golden light.

However, they were still too slow compared to the incoming enemy.

They didn't have time to make any movements, their bodies were already flying backwards, and a series of bones shattering and organs popping sounded in their bodies.

Fang Jiashu's body fell into the carriage and died instantly.

The bodies of the three monks fell into the alleyway and died in the same instant.

The burly servant could sense the death of the three monks, but he still couldn't sense the specific figure of the enemy, and could only vaguely sense the flow of aura he brought.

The burly squire had already been in battle, but at this time, in the face of such a terrible enemy, his body still trembled uncontrollably.

On the side of a stone bridge three hundred steps away from the three dead monks, an archer was armed with a cyan longbow, this archer was in his thirties, his face was fair, but his hands were pitch black, but there was a metallic luster faintly shining from under his skin.

At this moment, the archer's body trembled slightly.

He felt the extreme danger, and he knew very well that this mortal danger did not seem to be something he could fight against or get rid of.

"Mr. Wang's hand is to stay and focus on national affairs!"

A scream of horror rang out.

It was an elderly officer of the military department who uttered this scream.

This elderly official had nothing to do with today's killing, he just happened to be passing by here with the carriage, but when those four arrows missed, when he felt the death of those cultivators, he already knew who was killing people at this time.

However, his cry had barely sounded, and a footprint had already appeared on the stone path in front of the archer.

There was a pop, and the sound seemed to sound from the footprint, but the archer already had an extra fingerprint on his eyebrows.