A bow and crossbow are of no use to this man at all.

No matter how many stone crossbows there were, no matter whether the arrows were one by one or in waves, they would only hit the surrounding wall of qi on his side, and then break at the waist.

Halfway through, he suddenly killed such a way to bite the gold, and Liang Chongen also had a headache. But behind him were nearly 10,000 well-trained soldiers. Even if there is a first-class master in front of him, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Therefore, as soon as he gave the order, the twenty spearmen at the forefront of the team shouted the order and rushed over in unison.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes lit up, and Luo Shen's sword intent suddenly gathered forward, condensed into a wall, and rolled the twenty spearheads in one place. The gas-like pulsatilla came sideways and cut it off.

Then Luo Shenjian intently rose in a circle, and the twenty people were all pushed out, falling in front of the formation, embarrassed.

Liang Chongen was a little uncontrollable. Summoning an entire battalion of soldiers in order to attack and kill one person is obviously too aggressive, but a few dozen soldiers can hardly pose a threat to it.

The two phases were expedient, but Liang Chongen still decided to make a quick decision.

"Tell the soldiers of the Lianshan Battalion and the Surprise Rest Battalion to raid from the left and right sides at the same time. The Divine Sparrow Battalion will shoot arrows according to the original batch, and if the Tiger Battalion is led by the commander himself, he will launch a charge!"

"Yes!" all the heralds at his side took the order at the same time, and the order of four battalions was launched in unison, and the entire army was transmitted.

In order to deal with an unarmed man, four battalions of heavily armed men had to be dispatched. Many soldiers felt that the handsome's movement this time was a bit big.

Although it was strange in his heart, after all, it was the order of the general, and the three armies obeyed everything. After the order was completed, in the military formations on the left and right, a group of cavalry suddenly rushed out, two people in a column, approaching Zhao Wu'an from the left and right sides.

These horses, who eat the military rations of the Great Song Dynasty, are all talented horses who can travel 500 miles in a day. Compared with the Khitan iron cavalry, it is certainly insufficient, but each military horse also weighs five hundred catties. Then hang on the fine iron heavy armor, and the body can reach more than 600 catties.

On this narrow path, every galloping horse can kick up three feet of dust, let alone four horses go hand in hand.

The four cavalrymen at the forefront had already approached Zhao Wu'an. The two in the middle drew their sheaths and swords, and the two on the edge lifted their spears, the tips of which drooped.

Garan Anxulie didn't even raise an eyebrow.

Fourteen steps were only a fraction of a moment. The two long knives slashed down at the same time, and Zhao Wu'an waved the Luo Shen Fu condensed with qi in his hand, and he forcibly stopped the knife momentum of the two knives.

The spear was inserted sideways, but it was firmly blocked by six flying swords. But seeing the lightning and fire, the roar continued, but it was never able to break through that layer of defense.

The galloping horse could not stop immediately. So after a brief contact, the two spearmen were forced to withdraw their spears and wait for the horses to gallop forward for some distance before turning back.

However, Luo Shenfu firmly stopped the middle two, even people and horses, and couldn't move. The weight of 1,200 catties smashed on Jia Lan Anxulie's arms, and it really made him suffocate his face in an instant.

But Roselle's strength is more condensed. In the blurred white mist, a clear sword light gradually appeared.

Imitating the twilight clouds of the Dailou on the top of the Dengyun Tower, the 28 Zhou Tian points sink into the dantian, and the Bodhisattva is defeated.

Zhao Wu'an's imperial qi sank into the dantian, and then closed the twenty-eight acupoints of Zhou Tian, and his palms suddenly pushed forward.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a fire burning deep in the abdomen. Each acupuncture point turned into a jade seed, and the qi spewed out one after another, all of which poured into the palm of the hand.

Luo Shenfu's sword flashed, and the two iron horses were overturned!

The two riders on the horse were caught off guard, and they all crushed the war horses that got along day and night.

The two spearmen who had turned around grabbed the horse's belly and stabbed them in the back. At the same time, the second group of four-man cavalry also rushed towards Zhao Wu'an from the front.

After all, the other party is a master of the second grade or above, and it is not difficult to overturn one or two war horses with his bare hands.

However, the reason why the martial arts masters can't defeat thousands of troops is that they lost in this battle. Even if you alone have the ability to reach the sky, how can you withstand this wave after wave of charges without giving people the slightest chance to breathe?

Jialan Anxulie pressed the Luo Shen sword box behind him, and roared, and the white mist-like Luo Shen was killed and inserted into the ground, and he jumped up, dodging the spear assassination behind him, and at the same time, he reached out and pressed on the cover of the coming heavenly spirit, and a cloud of blood mist immediately burst out of his palm.

Luo Shen's spirit soared, the four legs of the six war horses were all cut off, and the bodies of the six riders also fell, and they were immediately cut by the throats of the six galloping air swords.

The white clothes are fluttering. As soon as Zhao Wu'an's figure landed, four more horses rushed to kill.

"Come again!!" Ghalan Anchuri roared. In his hand, he gathered his qi into a sword.

Only this time, the palms of his hands gathered at the same time a white mist that did not disperse, and there was a clear sword light hidden in the fog. Six flying swords hung overhead, killing intent soaring into the sky.

The qi sword in his palm erupted again, skyrocketing to five feet.

With a wave of his hands, the two Luo Shen Fu swept out at the same time, and the white mist dispersed like a spring, setting off a hurricane-like sword intent and slashing the attacking four horsemen into pulp.

However, there were still four horsemen, stepping on the corpses of their comrades, and continued to charge towards Garan Anxulie. The blade reflects the shadow of the sun, and the tip of the spear shines with a cold light.

Again and again, Garan Anxulie mobilized all his strength, weaving into Luo Shenfu and slashing forward. The wall of qi wrapped around his body became thinner and thinner, and the power of the fog sword in his hand became lower and lower.

Due to the excessive mobilization of the long-depleted dantian, the Luo Shen sword box, which is now almost empty, is supporting his body, and the sword intent has poured out.

He began to bleed from all over the body, and his white clothes unknowingly turned into bloody clothes. He was stabbed in the shoulder and waist, and he was wounded by gunshots in the back, but his clothes were stained with more enemy blood.

The corpses of the Song people were piled up at the bottom of his feet. The blood of the Song people flowed like a river at his feet.

After fifteen years, Jialan Anxulie re-entered the uninhabited realm of the Eagle Valley. But seeing the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of him, he stood tall and unfalling.

Throughout, he never took a step back. The promise to keep the Song people out of the seedling soil has also been done steadily.

The dead aura that rose from his eyes had now spread into a thick color of blood, and he would not die.

I don't know when the Song army's charge stopped, and the cavalry brandished their swords and guns, but they looked at each other and hesitated, only the sparse arrows were still shooting towards Garan Anxu, and most of them were tilted to the side before they touched his body.

Liang Chongen looked at the person in front of him silently, watched him wear white clothes and be dyed bloody, watched him burst out with incredible strength again and again, condensed the qi sword in his hand again, and watched him unarmed, but he held on to the present.

His men disobeyed the order to charge, but no one was punished for this, for even the commander was rarely hesitant.

Liang Chongen knew that the person in front of him might die, but he would never fall.

That may sound silly. A dead person, even if he doesn't want to fall, can only fall down if he is pushed by others.

But this man seems to be a little different, it seems that even if he dies, his body will be like the poplars seen on the Gobi back then. Liang Chongen even began to wonder if he could kill him.

But if he wants to block the entire army on his own, he is still beyond his strength.

It's just that.

Again and again, the iron horsemen of the Song people rushed towards him.

Again and again, he was unarmed, but he could burst out with such a heart-rending cry, he could condense into a giant blade that cut everything with his own strength, and he could face endless charges without changing his complexion.

The indifferent and dead air that rose in his eyes seemed to show how many corpses he had crossed and how many lives and deaths he had crossed.

So Garan Anxulie is not afraid.

In the midst of this stalemate, a young girl suddenly appeared on the cliff.

She was dressed in the usual service of Miao Jiang, dressed in luxurious silver jewelry, and dressed as if she was going to a feast.

The cliffs are not steep, and ordinary people can walk down them. But the girl seemed to be a little frightened, holding the package in her arms, clinging to the cliff wall, and moved down inch by inch.

Liang Chongen paused for a moment, instinctively feeling a little surprised. And the soldiers behind him completely stopped moving at that time. They couldn't figure out why a dressed girl appeared on the small road outside the inaccessible Wuyang Pass.

Nearly 10,000 soldiers just stood quietly in place, watching a girl go down the mountain.

The girl didn't seem to see them. From beginning to end, her eyes were only fixed on the lonely back that stood in the midst of the mountain of corpses and blood.

When she finally descended to the bottom of the canyon, she opened the package in her arms and took out a stone box from it.

Liang Chongen frowned, but Garan Anxulie remained silent, staring at the army in front of him with a pair of murderous eyes, and he didn't even glance at the girl who suddenly appeared.

Without saying a word, the girl uncovered the stone box and threw its contents at Garan Anxulie.

Liang Chongen only heard the sound of a jade ring, and then saw a piece of clear sword light spilled by the girl.

"Brother Wu'an!"

Garan Anxulie was stunned and turned his head to look at the source of the sound. He first saw the six flying swords rushing towards him, and then Dai Lou Sangyu who was holding the stone box in his hand.

The seven swords of Luo Shen have their own awe-inspiring spirit.

In an instant, Zhao Wu'an seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, raised his hand lightly, and re-emerged with the skill of controlling the sword with his heart, and the six flying swords struck at the same time, one by one, penetrating into the almost dissipated qi sword sword shape that he condensed out, rolling up the wind and thunder.

The Luo Shen aura that enveloped his body soared tenfold again at that moment, reaching an unprecedented height. Above the empty valley, a gust of wind suddenly set off, blowing the handsome flag in the hands of the Song people.

The silver ornaments on Dailou Sangyu's body also made a crisp sound in the wind.

"Brother Wu'an!" she shouted again as if she was not at ease.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned, as if he had just recognized her. The rich layer of blood under his eyes receded slightly, and he smiled softly at her.

"It doesn't matter. With the sword here, I can still fight again. ”

Unexpectedly, Dailou Sangyu just shook his head vigorously, put his hands to his mouth in a trumpet shape, and said loudly: "It's not this matter, I still have something to say to you!"

"I remember! I remember the day you left, I forgot something!"

Zhao Wu'an was stunned.

"It's a song! The day you left Miaojiang, you taught me the song of making leaves!"

The mountain breeze blew Dai Lou Sangyu's hair, and naughtily lifted the hem of her skirt a little. She was dressed so grandly, as if she was going to send someone away, or to welcome someone back.

"Actually, I didn't learn, but I knew that the people sent by my brother were about to catch up, and I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to escape, so I lied to you that I had learned. ”

In Zhao Wu'an's impression, Dailou Sangyu almost never said such a long sentence, and when he really said it, he was much smoother than he imagined.

"If I can't remember the tune, I can't remember the lyrics. So when you were leaving, I hurriedly wrote down all the lyrics. Because I was afraid that I would forget, I kept it in my heart, and I didn't dare to say anything else, for fear that I would forget how to sing that song as soon as I said it. As a result, I still forgot about ......"

Speaking of this, Dailou Sangyu's eyes showed a trace of sadness. Zhao Wu'an was slightly startled.

"But I'm remembering it now. Not the lyrics, but the tune of the song. ”

"So, you don't have to hold on any longer, Sang Yu will help you. No matter whether the opponent who came was Tiger Wolf or Song Jun, Sang Yu would definitely beat them back. I'm going to tell them you can't be bullied!"

A series of long-standing memories flashed through Zhao Wu'an's mind.

At that time, Dailou Sangyu was very envious of his brother. Dailou Duyun is taller and stronger than her, and her words are more useful than her among the elders.

But she knew that she was always a sister, so she wanted to find a younger brother on a whim. And Zhao Wu'an, who was originally older than her, was forced to play the role of this younger brother. In the three years in Miaojiang, no matter where he goes, Dailou Sangyu will try his best to accompany him.

Zhao Wu'an couldn't help but smile dumbly: "You still remember those old things." ”

I thought you had forgotten, but it turned out that you just forgot a song.

Above their heads, the six swords of Roselle turned slightly.

In front of them, thousands of troops lined up like dragons.

"Okay. Zhao Wu'an sighed softly, and the bloody killing intent in his eyes dissipated.

"I'm Zhao Wu'an first, and then I'm Garan Anxulie. If someone wants to hurt the Miao people, I will stop him with Sang Yu. ”

Dai Lou Sangyu nodded seriously with his eyes, and then followed his line of sight and turned his gaze to the front.

Zhao Wu'an's body was full of cold air.

"If it's for you, even if it's just for those three years of care, these thousands of troops, I have to stop it with my life. ”

Dailou Sangyu was stunned, shook his head vigorously and said, "I don't want you to die!"

"I know. Zhao Wu'an said word by word.

"However, I have heard this sentence when I am making leaves. ”

"But do your best—"

"Don't talk about life and death. ”