Luoshan floated in the sky, alone in the army.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

Watching the black oppressive army rushing in the sky, the yellow sand flying smoke, Luoshan's visual experience is indescribable, his heart beats faster, because of the pride in his heart and accelerated, because of the expectation in his heart.

"Draw the bow!shoot!!"

The general who led the team saw someone in the sky, guessed that it must be a grandmaster-level figure, shouted an order, and instantly the front row of archers bent their bows and shot out, although there were three grandmasters in the army, with a numerical advantage, they did not want to fight one-on-one.

Fighting, no matter how many opponents there are, once it is opened, it will inevitably be fought to reduce its own losses, anyway, the Great Zhou Dynasty is not short of money at present, and it is better to waste some arrows than the death of those powerful children behind him.

This is to consume Luoshan's power in order to reduce losses in the event of a contact battle.

The arrow went from resting on the bow and then shot out, and in an instant it hit the sky like a dark cloud.

Luo Shan's mind now thought of a movie he had watched, "Hero", which mainly tells the story of the end of the Warring States Period, when the Seven Heroes rose together, but the Qin State was the most powerful, eager to annex the Six Kingdoms and dominate the world. In order to resist the annexation of Qin, chivalrous warriors from all over the Six Kingdoms wanted to assassinate the King of Qin.

It seems a bit off, thinking of this movie, it is because the nameless assassin assassinated Qin Shi Huang, and finally was pierced by ten thousand arrows and died.

The arrows flying from the sky were exactly the same, the number was small or even more violent, with the enhancement of power, a kind of martial arts practiced by the archers to strengthen the arrows, each arrow was stronger than the bullets of modern submachine guns.

What's so scary?

Luoshan's current cultivation is already the great consummation of the foundation building period, and the body of "Qi Training" and "Sword Technique" is stronger than the ordinary Jindan stage, that is, it is stronger than the third order.

The sword came out, as if it was about to break through the sky, and the terrible dark clouds turned by the arrows disappeared.

This style instantly overshadowed the previous battle, and Wu Erlang Huang Qiaoyun's fanatic posture became a foil, reduced to the climax of the performance, and reduced to the secondary color of the main color on the picture scroll.

Everyone in the world is the hero, and Luo Shan wants to be the best one, the best one.

The control of power has reached the point where it is not wasted, and it just happened to make the concentrated arrows disappear into nothing.

This result did not make the other party afraid, but it felt that it was nothing more than that, and from another point of view, the three grandmaster generals in the army could do it.

"Raise your bow!Shoot!!"

The second wave of arrows struck, still like such terrible dark clouds, and once again the sword qi rushed into the sky and wiped them out. The horses were still galloping, the distance between the two sides was still narrowing, and when the third wave of arrows hit, the two sides were only a few hundred meters away.

With a sword, it was several times more powerful, not only shattering the arrow, but also slashing at the three leading generals of the other party.

"Huh, bold!!"

The general shouted loudly at Luoshan, because when he was approached by the army, he was still unparalleled in the sky, and he had no intention of retreating, and he had the intention of fighting ten thousand armies.

How crazy and arrogant this is!

"One body fought three thousand miles, and one sword was once a million divisions"

There was only one poem in response to the other general's call, and Luo Shan was immersed in this cheerful emotion and read out a poem from "Veteran Xing".

As the poem resounded through the heavens and the earth, there was also a broken body invisible sword qi appeared, which was no longer an ordinary sword qi, but one of the nine supreme sword qi of the sword technique.

The amazing sword intent is just soaring into the sky, sharp, as if it wants to break all the martial will.

Even though it did not have the grandeur and grandeur of the ten thousand armies condensed into one, it pierced everything, making the suffocating momentum of the ten thousand armies seem to be divided into two, left and right.

The meaning of that poem, there are only 10,000 err in front of him, how can it be compared with a sword equivalent to a million divisions, Luo Shan wants to express that I dare to say that I am bold?

The sword came out, it was no longer an ordinary sword qi, it was a terrifying sword intent volleying into the air, and the army of black pressure was cut open, hundreds of people died, and even the ground was cut out of long and deep traces.

Obviously, it was still an ordinary cultivator's feeling just now, and it was not as good as an ordinary grandmaster, and the three generals thought that it was a parallel level grandmaster's brain, but they didn't expect it to be so terrifying, this sword power They felt that only the Holy Stick Venerable could resist it in the world.

What should I do, do you continue to fight, this sword three people asked themselves if no one could stop it.

What? Just like the ace troops of King Kang when the painting boat first entered the river, more than a dozen people's moves were combined into a huge sword, and this Great Zhou Dynasty also had it, but it was not to support the Japanese army, they were not yet the ace troops.

Besides, this kind of elite army is difficult to form a quantity, there are too many investments to be invested, and they can't afford to burn it, King Kang only has seven or eight hundred people, less than a thousand, and the Great Zhou Dynasty has one or two thousand people.

It's not that the mass production of soldiers in the city can be the same, although it is an elite, but it really can't afford to cultivate, 10,000 are stationed at the west gate, 50,000 in the north and south, 10,000 in the east gate, and there are 100,000 in the general barracks.

When the three generals had just flashed those thoughts, Luo Shan made a move, which was the sword of red dust.

"The body falls into the red dust and the heart is born, and the sword sweeps through the chaos"

As the poem remembered, the terrifying sword qi also came, not a sword, but into countless small strands of sword wire, splitting the head and covering the face, and the damage was more serious, not only brought by the attack, but also the mind of the person who was grazed by the sword intent, and the spirit was traumatized, and he fell from the station immediately.

"Han Jian silently listens to the gentleman's will, and is proud of the world's laughter"

This poem, Luo Shan once read, it was to confess, this time it was to kill someone, he didn't mind reciting it again, it was very pleasant, very comfortable, very chic.

The army of 10,000 collapsed, and the three main generals lost one person without even reporting their names, there were too many powerful disciples in it, too many moths, it was okay to fight a good battle, and the problem was immediately revealed when fighting a hard battle, and there was no heart to fight to the death.

Looking at the routs who fled in all directions, Luoshan was a little unhappy, because he hadn't been happy enough, how could he collapse so quickly.

The red clothes and Nie Zhu who rushed over looked at the domineering figure in the sky, and their hearts were surging, this is her teacher, this is his lord, why not worry about the future.

Compared with Wu Erlang, he is shocked, he can't do it, one husband is a pass, and ten thousand people can't be opened. It's just a character in a biographical story, and the storyteller just adds color, but I didn't expect such a character to really appear.

Luo Shan looked back and looked at a few people staring directly at him, and smiled indifferently after doing such a sensational thing, how chic.

"Let's go, go home for dinner!"