In front of the cave behind the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty, there was silence and silence, and the sound of shouting and killing could be faintly heard coming from the front mountain.

They are worried, but they can't do anything about it.

They understand that there is an enemy approaching.

A ray of sunlight shines through the trees and shines on their faces. Their expressions were calm, but their hearts were full of gloom.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps, light, neat and dense, as if they were well-trained troops.

Worried, he wondered: If the enemy is armed with a strong bow and a crossbow, how should we deal with it?

Yu Jackie Chan's palm couldn't help but soak in cold sweat.

Not long after, two hundred Qin Zhi Rui soldiers and Nether Ghost Soldiers came into view, black and oppressive, and their dark and deep eyes exuded the aura of hell.

Meng Fang's face changed greatly, Yu Chengchan was shocked, and everyone was stunned. They could never have imagined that the opponent would be Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers, far more terrifying than the well-trained army.

However, they have to face it and have no choice.

Yu Jackie Chan has been on the battlefield for a long time, has been accustomed to life and death, and quickly regained his calm. He smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Meng, in your opinion, how should you fight?"

Meng Fang took a deep breath and said slowly: "Fight to the end!"

Yu Chenglong laughed loudly: "Today, we will fight happily!"

Meng Da laughed and said casually: "General Yu, give the order!"

Yu Chenglong did not shirk, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Shi and Miss Yan are in a group, Brother Li and Ye'er are in a group, rushing back and forth within three zhang of the entrance of the cave, and the six dead brothers are answering at the entrance of the cave, and Mr. Meng and I take turns to guard the entrance of the cave." ”

"Command!"

In the cave, women and children sat around the fire, looking indifferent.

A little boy who looked like a porcelain doll asked softly, "Sister Wan'er, did Brother Little Barbarian go to fight the bad guys?" This little boy is Li Yu, the son of Li Kai, the master of the Blue Bird Hall.

Mo Wan'er nodded and said seriously: "Brother Little Barbarian has grown up and can protect us." ”

Li Yu's eyes rolled slightly, and he said seriously: "Yu'er also has to grow up quickly and protect Sister Wan'er." ”

In the firelight, another little girl looked aggrieved, and her eyes flashed with tears. Her name is Yu'er.

Seeing this, a little boy hurriedly comforted: "Yu'er, Brother Xuan will protect you." ”

Li Yu knew that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly said: "If Yu'er doesn't cry, Brother Yu will also protect you, and Brother Xuan......"

The fairy tales are unscrupulous, but they come from the heart, real and touching.

The women's faces were filled with smiles of relief.

Outside the cave, Qin's sharp warriors and ghost soldiers were already approaching.

Zhang Ye wore Xuantie fists in both hands, shouted, and joined forces with Li He to kill.

Yan Ruyu was not far behind, the Flying Star Sword was unsheathed, and Shi Potian was both killed.

Zhang Ye punched out, fierce and domineering, and with a black iron fist in his hand, he was like a tiger with wings. The rusty bronze sword broke in response, and the bones of Qin Zhirui and the ghost soldiers who were like rocks were broken, and the momentum was terrifying.

Li He relied on his body technique to constantly swim among the Qin Zhirui soldiers and the ghost soldiers, stabbing out each sword, only taking his eyes and throat, and he often saw miraculous results.

Yan Ruyu has already cultivated and killed swords, and there is a famous sword in his hand, and wherever he passes, his head and limbs are flying, and black liquid is splashing.

Shi Potian's eyes were as clear as water, and he waved his palms, unfettered. There is a faint pale white energy between the palms and fingers. Wherever the wind goes, it is indestructible, although it is not as domineering as Zhang Ye's fists, but its lethality is not inferior.

Although Qin's Ruishi and Netherworld Ghost Soldiers were killed and wounded, they were fearless and indomitable.

In front of the cave, Meng Fang holds two spears in his hand, flying up and down, like a dragon out of the water, and like a white snake spitting letters, entering its sharpness, retreating its speed, unpredictable. One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open. He was like a god, and Qin Zhirui and the Netherworld Ghost Soldiers couldn't even take a step beyond the Thunder Pool.

Yu Chenglong held a double halberd and quietly watched the battle with a solemn expression. It seems that the momentum of the side is like a rainbow and has the upper hand, but it must be admitted that there is a huge disparity in strength, and there are limits to internal strength and physical strength. The slightest carelessness, death or injury, the situation is reversed in an instant. At this point, it seems that the number of winners and losers is still unknown. What's more, the opponent may not only be these two hundred Qin Zhi Rui soldiers and ghost soldiers. However, as soon as the manipulators can be eliminated, the situation will become clear immediately. He was observing, searching, and it seemed to be in vain. Behind him, six Chaotian Que Dead Soldiers clenched their blades in their hands, their eyes unusually determined. Read the latest chapter of "Sword Killing Claw Book House" for free for the first time.