Chapter Seventy-Four: The End of the Crossbow

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, he shook his sore right hand, his expression was a little complicated.

The effect of this sword was considerable, but it almost consumed all of his mana.

Lin Xuan's current cultivation was the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, and due to the exercises, his mana was extremely strong, even no less than those cultivators who practiced the thirteenth layer of Qi.

Pity...... He now has very little mana left.

And at the foot of the mountain, there are still thousands of troops!

Even if he Lin Xuan was in his heyday, he couldn't fight hundreds of thousands of people alone, let alone now?

Other words...... If he doesn't run away, he will surely die!

But how did he escape?

There are archers at the foot of the mountain, how can they resist when they fire thousands of arrows?

Unless......

Unless there's a mess! a mess that keeps all the soldiers on their own!

Lin Xuan's eyes froze, and he had an idea in his heart.

Side.

The old farmer covered his mouth and coughed lightly, scarlet blood flowing from between his fingers.

A middle-aged man hurriedly walked to the old farmer's side, he stretched out his hand and stuck it behind the old farmer, mobilizing his own internal force to transmit it to his body.

The old farmer turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, he sighed bitterly, and his expression was sad: "Boss, you don't have to waste your true qi, your father's life will not be long, and he has been holding on to his last breath in order to see Lin Gongzi's swordsmanship." Stop it, it's a waste of energy. ”

"Father!" The middle-aged man shook his head gently, and his voice was low: "Father, you have a long time to live...... You can still ......."

The old farmer brushed the middle-aged man's hand away, and he patted him on the shoulder tremblingly.

"You kill a few more people for your father, don't lose the reputation of my Excalibur Villa!"

He sighed deeply again, looked at Lin Xuan and said with emotion: "Lin Gongzi, your sword is very good, stronger than the old man's swordsmanship!

"There are nine thousand drunken guests in the world, and seventeen states are frosted with one sword. When the old man walked the rivers and lakes under the pseudonym Ximen Jianji, he won such a reputation, but in terms of swordsmanship alone, he was not as good as you, a rising star. ”

"You're old...... Old ......"

He closed his eyes in loneliness, his right hand hung weakly, and his breathing finally stopped.

"Old farmer!"

"Old farmer!"

The people of Divine Sword Villa were so grief-stricken that they couldn't believe that the martial arts myth who single-handedly led Divine Sword Villa to the peak actually died like this.

"Father!"

"Father!"

The middle-aged man only felt sad in his liver and spleen, he looked up to the sky and roared, and his voice was terrible.

"Why are you like this...... Why is it so......"

If he led the people of Divine Sword Villa to surrender to Marshal Murong, he would not have to die at all, and Divine Sword Villa would not have this catastrophe.

Why is his temperament so strong, why would he rather die than surrender.

He stared at the soldiers on the snowy mountain with his teeth in his eyes, and clenched the long sword in his hand.

When the remaining soldiers saw that the old owner of the Divine Sword Villa had died, they immediately shouted in a low voice: "Even the first sword in the world has been killed by us, what are we afraid of?"

"The rest of the people are just a rabble, and we are numerous, and we are afraid that they will not succeed?"

"They're just a bunch of reckless people, and if we rush up at this time, don't they have to die?"

"Let's go up together!" Countless soldiers rushed up from under the top of the mountain, and they resolutely rushed towards Lin Xuan and the others with their blades in hand.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The other side.

A woman in white was furrowed and her heart ached, and she looked at the dead old farmer with a lonely face.

When she saw the soldiers rushing from under the top of the mountain, her face was frosty.

"You ...... Look for death!"

The woman in white took a deep breath and rushed forward with her sword.

"Simon Jianji?"

"Old master, your swordsmanship talent is really amazing, with the power of a mere mortal, you can use such a swordsmanship, if you ......"

"In that case...... Then I can't be left behind!"

"Even if I can't fight anymore now, so what! Today, I will use this state of the end of the crossbow to fight a bloody way!"

Lin Xuan wiped the blood on the long sword, he sneered, and rushed over as well.

"Let's go too!"

"For Excalibur Villa!

"Even if we die, we have to pull more people on our backs!"

"Up!"

The middle-aged man rushed towards the attacking soldiers with all the people of Excalibur Villa, all of them ready to fight to the death.

Everyone rushed out, except for She Xiaofeng.

He watched this scene hesitantly and at a loss.

Even at this point, he still doesn't want to hurt people, he doesn't want to kill people.

In the wind and snow, on the snowy mountains.

More than 300 people rushed down the mountain without hesitation, fighting with countless soldiers.

The woman in white rushed to the front, her swordsmanship was not fast, but it was extremely weird.

She often draws her sword from a tricky and strange angle, and the soldiers she kills don't even know how they died or where her sword came from before they die.

"Buzz!"

A cold light swept by, and the crisp sound of a sword resounded on the snow.

As soon as the soldiers in battle armor heard the sound of the sword, their hearts were cold. They clenched their shields to their chests, nervously watching the movements around them.

For them, this sword roar represents death!

Once the voice sounds, it must be accompanied by a terrible scream, and one person must die!

"Ahh

One of the little soldiers suddenly felt a piercing pain behind him, and the pain instantly overwhelmed him.

He only felt that his eyes were flickering and dark, and what he could see was becoming a little blurry.

The creep struggled to turn his head and look behind him.

In a trance, he noticed that there seemed to be an extra hole in his waist behind him, and that hole was now flowing scarlet blood from the outside.

The red blood stained the armor behind him and fell to the ground along his legs.

"Tick-tock!"

Blood splattered, dripping and dripping, almost staining the snow beneath his feet.

He listened to the sound of blood dripping on the ground, and laboriously raised his eyelids to glance at the woman in white standing in front of him.

"What kind of sword move is this?"

"Why is this sword behind you?"

Before falling into darkness, his heart was full of unwillingness and doubt.

"Bang!"

The man fell weakly on the snow, his whole body stained with bright blood.

He died, and died a terrible death.

The other side.

Seven or eight soldiers endured the horror in their hearts, and they pulled out the halberds in their hands and stabbed straight at the woman in white who was fighting bloodily.

"Kill!"

The woman in white had a cold face, and the long sword in her hand turned forward.

The sword flutters, the wind rises, and the snow flies.

Her figure moved with the wind and snow, and the snow fell on her blood-stained clothes.

She waved her long sword, and her posture was like a colorful butterfly dancing lightly.

"I'm going to kill you sooner or later, so why are you in a hurry to die?"

"With your martial arts, you are not my enemy at all, so why bother to ask for hardship?"

"Why can't you just stand there and wait for me to kill you?"

Crazy!

Rebellious!

Overbearing!

Even in the face of thousands of enemies, she still dismisses them.

It was as if she had never taken them seriously, and she still behaved very rebelliously until now.

Even though she knew that she would die, she still treated the vast soldiers and horses in front of her with a contemptuous attitude.

The woman in white has always shown such pride and ambition, and her unparalleled spirit is enough to break nine out of nine men in the world.

Although she does not have the appearance of a country and a city, she has a gorgeous temperament.

The cold wind blew through her green silk, and a faint fragrance emanated.

Smelling this tempting aroma, many soldiers felt a pang in their hearts and hurriedly dispelled the distracting thoughts in their hearts.

Because they saw a bright chill!

Here comes her sword!

Ding!

The long sword was like an invincible weapon, and all the halberds were cut off in an instant, shattered in two and fell to the snow.

All the soldiers besieging him froze in place, their eyes closed expressionlessly.

Cold winds blow snow.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

With that gust of cold wind, everyone's heads fell from their necks, and then streams of hot blood shot out of the corpses.

The soldier who saw this scene suddenly turned pale, and countless cold sweats appeared on his back inexplicably.

One of the men took a deep breath, and he held out his fingers, shivering incessantly.

"This ...... This...... Why is this woman so terrifying?"

The other looked at the white-clothed woman in front of him with a shocked face, his scalp tingling, and his mind buzzing with a monstrous wave.

"You are so ruthless...... She...... She ......"

Many people trembled and were speechless in horror.

The woman in white looks very weak, but her martial arts and heart are terrifying in the world.

Before seeing her methods, they would never have imagined that a beautiful woman would create such a bloody scene with her own hands.

"Sonorous!"

A crisp sword roar suddenly sounded.

The crowd followed the sound and looked over.

A long sword stood on top of the snow, and a woman in white held the iron sword with a complicated expression.

"Haha!hahaha!"

"This man has become the last of the crossbows, and she can't hold on!" exclaimed an emaciated soldier.

"Brothers, let's go together while she's weak!" exclaimed a soldier with a knife, "She's got the strength to resist, that's why we've lost so many brothers." But now she's just a venomous snake without fangs, and there's no threat at all!"

"Rush!"

More than a dozen soldiers rushed out, and all of them couldn't wait to attack the woman in white.

General Murong has an order that anyone who kills the traitors of the Divine Sword Villa with his own hands can be promoted to the rank of commander.

In their eyes, the weak woman in white is a golden military exploit and a splendid future at your fingertips.

Side.

The woman in white quietly felt the remaining true qi in her body, and the expression on her face dimmed a little.

There is very little internal strength, and the physical strength is also exhausted......

Now I'm really the end of the crossbow......

She shook her head and sighed softly.

"Kill!"

"Let's kill her together!"

"Let's go back alive together to get promoted and make a fortune!"

The soldiers not far away were getting closer and closer, and she smiled contemptuously.

Buzz!

She took a deep breath and used what little strength she had left to pull out her sword in the snow.

The blood-stained sword trembled in the cold wind.

Holding an iron sword, across his neck.

The blood dripping from the sword left a distinct mark on her neck.