The dark cloud-like feather arrow was ordered by Ao Bai to shoot the people who were in turmoil, only to listen to the screams, I don't know how many people were killed or injured by the arrows, crying, screaming, screaming one after another, the crowd suddenly became chaotic, some rushed to the execution platform, wanted to go over to kill those Qing soldiers, and some scattered and fled, Li Xiangru bent down, held his head with both hands, turned around and fled, only to hear the swishing sound chasing behind him, several times rubbing his side, scalp flying, only to see that the people around him fell from the arrow There are not a few.

He was young after all, although he had experienced many risks and life and death, but at first glance he saw the feather arrows that swooped like ants, and he couldn't help but be so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't care much anymore, so he only bowed down and ran away at will in the crowd, and the footwork of the three ways to escape was all put behind him.

He struggled to get up, and suddenly felt a pain in his leg, which turned out to be stepped on by someone who had been stepped on several times, and he tried to move, but fortunately he was not broken, but was trampled on.

He saw that the arrow was still flying densely, the people around him fell one after another, and the people who were still alive became a dead body in a blink of an eye, looking at these innocent people who died in vain, he suddenly remembered that in front of his own house on the edge of Dianchi Lake, he witnessed his father being brutally cut off by Wu Sangui and his subordinates, and there was a heart-wrenching pain in his heart, Ao Bai This violent and cruel Tartar, I don't know how many innocent Han people were killed, these days, when he talked with the people in the beggar gang, when he mentioned Aobai, no one did not scold him with his teeth, saying that he was a big traitor and evil person, then the slaughter of the people now must be the masterpiece of Aobai, Aobai, this traitor who has brought disaster to the country and the people, I must kill you today to eliminate harm for the people. He only relied on a chivalrous spirit and righteous indignation in his heart, and did not consider how he could compete with a yellow-haired boy in the court with heavy troops and profound martial arts.

Thinking of this, Li Xiangru didn't know where the strength came from, his body flicked, jumped up, no longer afraid of the oncoming arrow rain, just pulled out his hand, and pulled out several feather arrows that flew in, he was full of blood, avoiding the crowd running in front of him, and ran straight to the execution table. Through the crowd, he saw a figure from a distance, dancing on the stage, wearing an official hat and court clothes, that is Aobai.

He was furious, his small fists clenched, his mouth tightly closed, the corners of his mouth showed a resolute look, and his eyes seemed to erupt with fire. At this time, a Qing soldier guard saw a little beggar with ragged sleeves running in front of the stage, not afraid of the feather arrows that were shooting, and he was a little surprised in his heart, and saw Li Xiangru rushing to his side, and raised the knife in his hand, and immediately slashed at Li Xiangru, Li Xiangru's head was only slightly off, and the knife was split into the air, Li Xiangru did not wait for him to attack again, and punched him hard in the chest, and when he was burning with anger, he used all his strength in this punch, only to hear the guard snort, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he slowly fell to the ground, already dead。

Li Xiangru didn't expect that he would kill a strong man with martial arts with one punch, and even he was surprised, so he couldn't help but stop and look at his fist. As everyone knows, he practiced the "Wuwei Mental Method" for more than half a year, and there were no distracting thoughts when practicing, coupled with his high understanding, at this time the internal force has reached a certain temperature, but he didn't know it, under the anger of the right people, he hit it with all his might, and the internal force burst out unconsciously, this punch is comparable to a hammer, the guard's martial arts are mediocre, and defenseless, how can he withstand it, so under a blow, he was beaten to death with blood in his mouth.

The other three guards were shocked and angry when they saw an inconspicuous little screaming man, who actually punched his accomplice to death, and immediately raised their swords in their hands and came up to besiege Li Xiangru, wanting to kill him to avenge their companions just now. Li Xiangru was lucky to succeed, although the internal force has a certain amount of fire, but he can not use it flexibly, and his fists and feet are even more rusty.

The three guards surrounded him in the middle, and the swords were all slashed desperately at his vital point, and the attack was merciless, Li Xiangru unfolded the "Tianshan Moyun Palm" that he had just learned from Elder Qi and fought with the three of them, although he was frequently in danger, but he could barely protect himself, others were weak and weak, although the foundation of internal strength was not weak, but he was facing the enemy, he would not use it randomly, and the power would not be exerted. He was hit in the leg, but the strength of the palm was limited, and he only felt a hot and painful pain, but it could not cause major damage. After seven or eight moves, he only heard a "whoosh" sound, and was cut off a piece of the sleeve of his right hand by a guard with a knife, and his clothes were already worn, and now his right hand was all exposed, and he couldn't help but cry out with an "ouch".

The three guards saw that he could not resist, and they all stepped up the offensive, the sword was cold and shining, and they attacked him, Li Xiangru was stumbling left and right, and retreated step by step, during the fight, a guard on the left saw it accurately, and a sword stabbed him to the left rib, Li Xiangru panicked, and quickly took a step back, the guard's sword passed by the belly, and he was shocked into a cold sweat with a cold swish, and the other guard with a knife on the right saw Xiangru retreat backwards, his back was wide open, and he was happy in his heart, and immediately shouted: "Boy, you will die!" The steel knife in his hand slashed at his waist, trying to cut him in two.

Li Xiangru was attacked by three guards before and after, the front and back were sealed, there was no retreat, there was no way to avoid it, he could avoid the front and avoid the side, no matter how he couldn't avoid the knife behind, in the crisis, the three ways to escape had forgotten to use, even if he used it, in this critical situation, it was still unknown whether he could escape this knife.

At this critical moment, the three guards only felt a flower in front of them, and suddenly a white light flashed, and Li Xiangru, who was surrounded by the wall, had disappeared, but the swords of several people collided with each other, and the firelight burst out, making a crisp sound.

The three of them were shocked, and when they looked at it, they saw an old man in white with a fluttering robe, holding Li Xiangru in one hand and waving the sleeve of his robe with the other.

The Qing soldiers and guards were stunned by this person who came out of nowhere, only to see that the man was dressed in a white robe, with a white beard and white hair, holding Li Xiangru with one hand, but his body was flying and fluttering in mid-air, just like an ordinary fairy, as his body continued to rotate, the arrows shot from the attic were a few feet away from his body, or fell one after another, or scattered branches, and could no longer hurt others. The Qing soldiers and guards around the torture platform seemed to see the most strange thing in the world, and they were all stunned.