Seeing this, the faces of the eight heroes of the Divine Arrow changed suddenly, the eight of them, the wheel of martial arts, may only be regarded as a first- or second-rate level in the rivers and lakes, but when it comes to archery, looking at the world, it is definitely the top in the ranks.

Mongolia is already good at riding and shooting, and eight people shoot, even if they are the top masters in the rivers and lakes, they have to avoid their edges, but on the contrary, Li Changsheng studied Dugu Nine Swords, and broke the arrows of the world with one hand, but he easily blocked the arrows of several people.

"Little Wangye, go back quickly, this person is not easy to deal with. The eldest of the eight people opened his mouth calmly, bent his bow and shot arrows, swishing, only to see the eight people shoot again and again, and take Wang Baobao to fight and retreat.

"Want to go, it's not that easy, today Poor Dao will definitely want you to splash blood in five steps, Xuan Su, protect Miss Ji!"

Li Changsheng sneered, and waved the Qiankun magic sword in his hand, only to see a copper coin sword that flashed with gold and silver brilliance, changing in his hands, Dugu Nine Swords, Wudang Swordsmanship, Quanzhen Swordsmanship, Yulu Swordsmanship, one move and one style, like an antelope hanging its horns, not sticking to the specific tricks and that martial arts, everything is as if it was at hand, the sword moves were waved, pouring arrows from the sky, and he couldn't help him at all.

I saw that the sword in Li Changsheng's hand turned, and it clicked on an arrow, and then I heard a loud sound, and an arrow pierced through one of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, and the person's body trembled, staggered two steps, and then fell to the ground with a thud, and the blood instantly infected the yellow sand land under him.

"Sixth brother!"

"Sixth brother!"

Seeing this, the pupils shrank, and shouted with grief and indignation, but the eight of them have worked together for many years, and they are like brothers and sisters, and they have long been brothers, and now seeing the tragic death of one of them, the other seven people were immediately furious, and the arrow in their hands was a little stronger.

Wang Baobao couldn't maintain the demeanor on his face at this moment, and his whole face turned pale with fright, he didn't expect Li Changsheng to play his cards so unconventionally, and the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow were all dead now.

Immediately, Wang Baobao turned over his horse, rode his horse and galloped, and fled into the distance, and the flying hooves of the horse set off bursts of yellow sand on the ground, covering the traces of his departure.

"Daochang Li!" Seeing Wang Baobao fleeing, Ji Xiaofu couldn't help but remind him.

"Don't worry, he can't go, today, Poor Dao just wiped out this group of people!" Li Changsheng looked still, looked at the direction of Wang Baobao's escape with a hint of sarcasm, turned his feet, and avoided a few arrows at an extremely strange angle, and then the sword light flashed, and the whole person was like a wing, brushing and brushing, passing over the seven people.

The speed was so fast, Ji Xiaofu couldn't see it clearly at all, only after feeling a sword light, poof, puff, blood gushed out on the body of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, with a look of disbelief and unwillingness, plopped, fell to the ground, and died of anger.

Ji Xiaofu suddenly gasped, she is also a person from the rivers and lakes, so she naturally knows that killing seven people with such a sword will not be enough in the entire rivers and lakes, and even if her own master exterminates Shitai, holding the Heavenly Sword, she may not be able to kill such seven people with one sword.

Looking at the blood that had not yet dripped on the tip of the sword, Ji Xiaofu once again clearly realized that this Dao Master was not just a mysterious Dao Master with a bad temper, and his martial arts were the strongest she had ever seen in her life.

"Miss Ji, I'm going to chase after that Wang Baobao, you will stay here with Ling Qianjin and Xuansu, with its ability, unless you are besieged by several top masters, or if you meet a master like Zhang Zhenren, otherwise, when you can be guaranteed to be safe, you will come when you go to the poor road." “

After speaking, Li Changsheng turned around, and the whole person chased in the direction of Wang Baobao's escape like an arrow from the string, and brought a rolling yellow sand like a long dragon behind him to cover his figure.

I saw Li Changsheng running out of seven or eight miles, and then came to the front of the courtyard of the big village, surrounded by small rivers around Zhuangzi, the river was full of green willows, and in the northwest place, you can see such a scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, which shows that its owner's wealth is rich.

At this moment, I saw that the gate of the village was closed, and on the wall, a group of people were holding bows and arrows, waiting for the battle, and when they saw Li Changsheng coming, they couldn't help but say, they pulled their bows and shot arrows, swishing, and shooting towards Li Changsheng.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng sneered, and the Qiankun magic sword in his hand was unfolded, carrying the force of the great movement of Qiankun, the tip of the sword, with a certain suction, stuck the rain of arrows on the tip of the sword, and then waved hard, and saw the rain of arrows flying back upside down, and a miserable scream came, and several Mongolian soldiers were pierced by arrows and fell off the wall.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng immediately took the opportunity to rush forward, the black and white robe was like a ghost, swept over the river, like a dragonfly touching the water, with a few taps, before a group of Mongolian soldiers could react, the whole person crossed the courtyard wall and arrived in a large garden.

The mountain stone in the garden is ancient and clumsy, the stream pond is clear, there are not many flowers, a pool of several zhang square occupies half of the garden, a water pavilion stands, there are seven or eight daffodil-like flowers planted in the pond all around, it is big like a daffodil, the flower is white, the fragrance is elegant.

Li Changsheng's body had just fallen, and the good students who had not yet had time to take a look at the scene in front of him, suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind, Li Changsheng did not dare to be careless, and immediately bent his body backwards, a strange action like an inverted onion, which was extremely strange to avoid this strong wind, but it was the light exercise method contained in the Nine Yin True Scripture.

Dangerously avoiding this strong wind, I saw that the person who came was strong and strong, and the tiger was mighty, and all the muscles that could be seen on his face, hands, and neck, all of them were intertwined, and it seemed that his whole body was full of energy, and he was so swollen that he was about to explode, and there was a black mole on his left cheek, and there was a tuft of long hair on the black mole.

In addition to him, there were two others, a lean and thin old man, holding a long sword in his arms, with a slender body, a wrinkled face, a sad face, and a bitter face, and the other was also thin, slightly shorter, with a smooth heart on the top of his head, bald to the point of no hair, and his temples on both sides were sunken in, half an inch deep.

Li Changsheng immediately recognized it, this is the three masters around Zhao Min in the original book, called Ah Da Ah Er Ah San, among them, Ah Da Nai is the head of the four elders of the original beggar gang, the eight-armed divine sword Fang Dongbai, and the other two are the descendants of the King Kong Gate in the Western Regions, the three of them are strong, each of them is no less than the emptiness master of the day, and the three of them join forces, and their strength is not trivial.

Li Changsheng just saw the appearance of the three of them, and then, another gust of wind came, only to see that behind him, a pair of crane pens flew up and down, attacking more than a dozen moves in an instant, blocking Li Changsheng's body to the acupoints, above the pen, with a cold force, Li Changsheng is very familiar with this, with a wave of the Qiankun magic sword in his hand, he carried the pure yang internal strength of the Jiuyang True Scripture, and met the pen, while listening to the poof, a burst of air burst came, Li Changsheng and Hebi Weng each took a step back and stood still.