The sound of arrows breaking through the air struck again.

Yan Shan unfolded his body and swept towards one direction at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, two figures, one green and one green, entered the hands of the bow and crossbow from the west. The sword light flashed, blood splattered, and several people died on the spot. The crossbowmen hurriedly retreated, and at the same time, a team of killers met them. This green and green figure is willing to rest, fast as a ghost, like a shadow, covering all the way, and the crossbowmen suffered heavy casualties.

On the other side, Yan Shan also killed in the hands of the bow and crossbow. The black sword shadow flickered, and the rusty long sword was like a hell's scythe, constantly harvesting life.

Moments later, killers armed with various blades joined the battle circle. Suddenly, swords and swords appeared, and dark arrows were frequent.

Li Ruoxian and Ma Buyao looked solemn, their bodies were erratic, and they kept rushing back and forth in the crowd, not daring to stop at all.

Yanshan walked along the strange trajectory in the crowd, such as a leisurely stroll, talking and laughing, taking people's lives.

Before you know it, blood stains the grass red and soaks the land. There are people rushing to kill, people are constantly falling, and they are one after the other.

Thirty feet away, hundreds of killers looked indifferent and waited for battle. In the center of the formation, a brocade-robed man and four purple-clothed men watched quietly, their eyes calm, without a trace of waves.

Time passed, blood splattered, and forty-seven people had died under the rusty long sword, and sweat oozed from the corners of Yanshan's forehead. In such a situation, the consumption of physical strength, internal force and energy is extremely serious. Yan Shan's expression was indifferent, and the battle intent in his body was surging, and he was indomitable. Suddenly, two fierce murderous auras struck, and the two long swords were as fast as the wind, stabbing at Yan Shan's vest and throat respectively. Two cold lights flashed, and Yan Shan disappeared from the spot, leaving only an afterimage. The two swords were indomitable, like maggots attached to the bones, and followed closely. In an instant, the tide of battle was reversed. After the two killer powerhouses joined the battle circle, Yan Shan's body was restrained and he was in danger.

Li Ruoxian and Ma Buyao joined forces to fight the enemy, and sixty-six people had fallen at their feet. The consumption of physical strength and internal force is extremely high, and there is a flaw in the two of them in the change of moves. In a short period of time, this flaw can be compensated for by body and footwork. But in the face of two killer powerhouses and a vast number of killers, the two of them felt powerless.

At this time, the three brothers of the Ren family and Li Rendao came out to help Li Ruoxian and Ma Buyao. The four of them unfolded three before returning to a formation, and the tiger was like a tiger in the mountains, and the momentum was like a bamboo.

On the other side, Shi Zhongyu and Shi Zhongtian led a few good hands to kill and go to help Yanshan.

Within the battle circle, the pressure on Yan Shan, Ma Buyao and Li Ruoxian was slightly reduced, and they would not be defeated in a short time.

The brocade-robed man sneered and said lightly: "There are two hall masters, Lao Tianmeng and Tianyong, go and cut off the heads of those people." ”

The two men in purple took the order and left.

Suddenly, a figure appeared. Beigong Duge stood in front of the two purple-clothed men.

The two purple-clothed men looked cold, and without saying a word, they shot directly. A big knife was fierce and domineering, and it slashed down with force, directly taking the head of Beigong Duge Ge. A pair of meteor hammers were as fast as lightning, and the cold light flashed, directly hitting Beigong Duge in the chest.

Beigong Duge smiled indifferently, and his spirit instantly rose to his peak state, and the gray robe was windless and automatic, and the hunting sounded. He looked arrogant, his eyes were empty, and he was the only one in the vast world. In an instant, he exuded a sacrosanct and inviolable awe-inspiring momentum, spreading in all directions, straight into the depths of the hearts of the two purple-clothed people.

The two purple-clothed people were in a daze, and their movements stagnated slightly.

Beigong Duge looked majestic, and a sword stabbed out, like thunder.

A cold light flashed, and the two heads were cut off, and blood gushed out. With a few "dang chang", the broadsword and the meteor hammer both fell to the ground, splashing a puff of dust.

The two hall masters of the remnant sword were killed with one move, which was incredible. All the killers felt a chill down their spines and were timid. The brocade-robed man and the other two purple-clothed men looked at Beigong Duge and their faces changed suddenly.

The brocade-robed man said in a deep voice: "Release the arrow!"

In an instant, hundreds of arrows flew towards Beigong Duke. The arrow shot into the dirt, sending up a puff of dust. A moment later, the dust settled, and Beigong Duge was gone.

Suddenly, the sound of fierce arrows breaking through the air resounded through the sky.

The brocade-robed man was horrified, and shouted in a deep voice: "Lift!"

In an instant, hundreds of shields were raised, forming a layer of protection above the killer array. The arrows landed on the shield, and the crackling sound was incessant.

Immediately afterward, there was another violent sound of arrows breaking through the air.

The brocade-robed man shouted, "Scatter!"

This time, arrows were fired from all directions. With a scream, dozens of people fell to the ground with arrows.

The brocade-robed man was furious, his face was hideous, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Suddenly!"

In an instant, hundreds of killers rushed to kill in all directions, like a flood of fierce beasts, and the momentum was terrifying.

The sound of fierce arrows breaking through the air came and went, and killers continued to fall. However, they are undaunted, unstoppable, and see death as home.

Finally, the hand-to-hand battle was met. The killer and the soldier fought each other. The soldiers are brave, the killers are ruthless, and they are all fighting to the death.

The soldiers came like a tide, and the encirclement of the three of Yanshan was instantly dispersed.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, the black sword shadow flashed, and the rusty long sword slashed through the throat of a killer powerhouse.

Another killer powerhouse hurriedly swept back, and Yan Shan followed him like a shadow. Chasing out three zhang, the rusty long sword pierced into the killer powerhouse's vest and pierced through the chest.

Yan Shan stared at the brocade-robed man and secretly breathed. Ma Buyao and Li Ruoxian had also killed the two killer powerhouses and swept to Yan Shan's side.

A man in purple said in a deep voice: "Protector, the general trend has gone, let's withdraw!"

The brocade-robed man sighed lightly, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, the Wanyan brothers and sisters came all the way to block the back of the brocade-robed man.

"Dharma Protector, let's stop them, you go first. Before the words fell, the two purple-clothed men killed the Wanyan brothers and sisters.

The brocade-robed man took one last look at Yan Mountain, and then swept away as fast as he could.

Ma Buyao and Li Ruoxian were about to chase after them, but they were stopped by Yan Shan.

Yan Shan said softly: "It's just in vain. ”

Li Ruoxian and Ma Buyao glanced at Yan Shan at the same time, and chuckled: "Who said we were going to chase it? We are going to help the Yan brothers and sisters." ”

Yan Shan smiled and also killed the two purple-clothed people.

The two purple-clothed men were two against five, and the opponent had soldiers to help. The two of them struggled for a quarter of an hour, and finally died under the rusty sword.

On the battlefield, killers and soldiers fight to the death. There are constantly killers falling, and soldiers are constantly falling, and the blood is flowing like a river, which is tragic and abnormal.

Seeing this, Yan Shan let out a long roar, dragging his tired body to the battlefield again. The rusty sword was like a butcher's knife from hell, and wherever it passed, the head and limbs were cut off, bloody and cruel.

The other four were not far behind, swinging their swords and slashing into the formation.

At this moment, the overall situation has been decided, and the victory and defeat have been divided. However, every battle is not just about winning or losing.

Once the success is done, it is a kind of helplessness. Every soldier is flesh and blood, and has lived and died together. On the battlefield, a comrade who has never known each other is even more valuable than a relative.

I don't know how long it took, and all the killers were wiped out. Thunderous cheers rang out on the battlefield. The sound echoed in the mountains, resounding through the sky for a long time.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently and fell into a pool of blood, his consciousness gradually blurred.

Wan Yanliang sat on the ground with an excited expression.

Li Ruoxian, Ma Buyao and Wanyan Xue'er leaned on each other and were unconscious.