The people of Liyang are martial arts, and it is common for them to fight and fight in the market. Therefore, as long as some swords and weapons are registered, private ownership is also allowed, which has created a prosperous scene of martial arts in Liyang and even the entire Central Plains.

However, for long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows, the control is still very strict, and even if it is in the prince's personal guard, it is not allowed to have it.

But at this time, the fifty glittering divine arm crossbows in front of him really made Zhou Jin crawl all over the black lines, and he had already greeted the eighteen generations of King Jing'an's ancestors in his heart.

There was a soft buzz, and the crossbow bolts came out of the string, so fast that they were almost imperceptible to the eyes under the cover of the night.

But compared to the flying sword that buzzed in the air, the arrows fired from the ballista were slow and outrageous.

Almost at the same moment, Li Wenshuo took a step forward, his body was thin, but he was in front of everyone.

The broken teeth flew rapidly in the night, like a gray shadow, and in an instant, it crossed the distance of more than a hundred steps, and everything in the night was separated. In this way, the broken teeth were not hindered in the slightest, slicing through the arms that were holding the crossbow arrows.

Blood erupted like a spring.

The miserable howl was silent and came to an abrupt end.

Fifty crossbow arrows came to the door of Mingde in the blink of an eye, and then nailed into the air in front of the young man in the Confucian robe, scattered to the ground like straw.

Li Wenshuo's face was a little pale, and at the same time, it was still a little difficult to control the broken teeth to kill the enemy a hundred steps away, and block all fifty crossbow arrows with his qi.

Luckily, he did.

Seeing this scene, the armor soldier in front did not react, and silently pulled out the long knife from his waist, and the friction sound of the blade slowly pulling out the scabbard was still clearly audible even if it was more than a hundred steps away.

Those who listened were creepy.

Someone stepped forward, the scale-like armor rattling, and then the eight hundred Praetorian Guards charged silently.

At this time, the broken teeth were still moving rapidly through the air, and the cyan sword body buzzed, and suddenly and the terrifying speed vibrate, shaking all the blood on the sword body into powder, and then disappeared from the spot.

Even the fastest soldier had just taken the second step at this moment, and his pitch-black leather boots slammed on the ground, shaking up the dust accumulated in the cracks of the blue bricks, and then his body fell heavily to the ground.

But the crowd didn't stop, so neither did the broken teeth.

After eight hundred guards, Ye Sheng, who was dressed in purple, paced, and met a master of the Xuanche Realm here was not expected in the plan, but it was not very unexpected, after all, if the prince really didn't have a backhand at all, it would really be strange.

The opponent is a martial arts master of the Xuanche realm, but.

"Who isn't?"

Ye Sheng muttered in a low voice, a coldness appeared in the corner of his eyes, and with a sneer, he continued to pac forward, obviously walking extremely slowly, just like a scholar who took a walk after dinner, but he was able to follow the soldier who rushed forward closely, not half a step behind.

Zhou Jin and the others, who were standing behind Li Wenshuo, looked at Li Wenshuo who was blocking in front of them, thinking about the rain of arrows that had just stopped in the air, although they were a little excited, they still couldn't change the desperate situation.

And they looked at the figure not far ahead, constantly falling, although they didn't know what was going on, but they knew that the person in front of them was already making a move.

The cyan flying sword quickly passed through a person's throat, and around the head, it trembled rapidly, embedded in the iron armor on a person's chest, and then pierced through the chest.

Li Wenshuo frowned slightly, it was not difficult for him to cut off the iron armor, but it would affect the speed of his killing, and the iron armor on the other party's body was not an ordinary armor, it was very sophisticated.

The distance of more than 100 steps, under such a high-speed charge, is the time of more than ten breaths, so this little opportunity, the other party has almost arrived in front of him.

The speed of the iron sword is faster, there is no need to deliberately wipe the neck, just wantonly shuttle around the crowd, the heavy sword body is under the high speed, like a heavy hammer, as long as it rubs a little, it will be seriously injured immediately.

In the space of a dozen breaths, at least thirty of the armorers had fallen, but they were already in front of them.

In the Black Snow Valley, incense burned in the elegant attic, and the monkey wine in the cup was crystal clear in the moonlight, but Luo Jiuyi was still frowning.

These days, Tang Hu and the others no longer chase after themselves to ask Ye Sheng's whereabouts, because they already know that even Tang Hu, who is the most noisy on weekdays, is silent and practices in his yard with peace of mind.

But Luo Jiuyi knew that he rarely practiced knives on weekdays, and although he was silent, the worry in his heart was still not reduced by half.

Luo Jiuyi got up slowly, looked at the moon covered by dark clouds, and thought about Ye Sheng in her memory, even she was jealous of such talent, but she didn't like to practice martial arts, and always wanted to rely on wits and plan the world with her own means.

Because in his eyes, no matter how high the martial arts are, they can rival thousands of people, ten thousand, but after all, they can't compare to 100,000 people.

No matter what the situation, he is always so confident and has a confident smile on his face.

How could such a person, destined to carve his name in this world, die in such a place?

Thinking of this, Luo Jiuyixiu clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

The night was dark, but Li Wenshuo still felt the heavy wheezing sound under the armor, and the broken teeth shuttling in the night, after all, it still brought great pressure to this group of armor soldiers who seemed to be not afraid of death and were desperately charging.

Li Wenshuo had already heard the dull roar in Zhou Jin's mouth beside him, so he also stretched out his hand.

At the moment when his slender fingers touched the hilt of the sword, I saw that the Confucian robe on his body shook slightly, and countless fine dust shook off and turned into even finer powder, fluttering and shaking in the night.

The young man who was full of books and angry suddenly became extremely fierce and murderous, as if he had become another person in an instant.

Ye Sheng felt this, so he frowned slightly, showing a little vigilance in his heart.

But the first thing I felt was not him, but the guard who had rushed in front of Li Wenshuo, he was not a martial artist in the rivers and lakes, and he had not practiced any unique exercises.

But the slash was still more resolute than the vast majority of Jianghu people Li Wenshuo had seen, and it was not weak in strength.

Li Wenshuo took a deep breath, his broken teeth raised slightly, even if he had noticed Ye Sheng not far away, he still had to concentrate on dealing with the knife in front of him.

There are almost no martial arts masters who really died from the rain of arrows on the battlefield, but in the Xuanche realm that appeared on the battlefield, except for a very few people, almost all of them were hacked to death with such an ordinary knife.

The broken teeth slashed out obliquely, swinging the straight knife, breaking the armor, entering the flesh, cutting the tendons, breaking the bones, and doing it in one go.

The hot blood sprayed high in the air, but it didn't stay on the broken teeth.