Although they are in the Longmen camp, they are not qualified to wear iron and gold, they are naturally not brave, they can only be said to be a little stronger than those old, weak, sick and disabled who have died on the Longmen Pass, and they are extremely limited.

But even so, under the mind of the herd, how could a crowd of three or four hundred surround a mere five people? The mind of the soldiers was so simple that a comparison of numbers came to the conclusion that victory would be won.

But that's the irony.

He has convictions, or obsessions, but he understands better that only by living can there be more ways to go. Western bliss after death, he doesn't want to go yet.

It would be unrealistic to say that he had any shocking plans brewing in this group fight with five enemies and one hundred, or that he would escape in an instant.

In this kind of scene, there is only one way to get out of the game, and he is already doing it, and that is: killing.

Kill people, kill the right person, when you stand on the spot like a god and Buddha, invincible, the ants will naturally retreat.

With a stick of incense, there are forty-three people who died in the hands of Dao Yan, and they are not ordinary soldiers, but more or less low-level officer leaders.

Captains, captains, and ten-captains, as long as there is an order to shout, they are all targets for Dao Yan to kill. There is no one who is united, and the death is miserable.

The skull exploded and it was a pleasure, and the hollow in the chest was inevitably tortured for a short time.

For the rest, the shock of the soul brought by the visual impact is difficult to add. Fear is stacking, accumulating, without the slightest diminishing, until a critical point is reached, which is the end of the battle.

Dao Yan doesn't like to kill, to be more precise, he doesn't like to kill people with his own hands, and the sticky and bloody feel will always evoke some unbearable memories in his heart.

Not far away, he was not alone. Li Poison snatched a knife, the knife was full of energy, and he fought hard. The injuries on the body have been seen, but it does not affect the performance of martial arts.

As for Zhu Gaoxu, he is full of food and drink, and the so-called brave generals of Beiping are even more energetic.

Zhu Gaoxu did not have a knife or gun in his hand, but a person, he was still alive when he was caught, and now he is naturally dead. Tightly grasping the ankle, like a steel spinning top, waving around, blood constantly spilling, furious, domineering.

Compared with Zhu Gaoxu, the most helpless is Zhu Gaochi. The fat body is also difficult to walk briskly, and it is difficult to kill people, and even self-protection is reluctant.

Fortunately, his shadow will faithfully protect him.

In the seventeenth year of cicada gong out of the shell realm, from the image point of view alone, it has been out of the category of people.

A pitch-black and hard keratin is tightly covered, and even his eyes are pitch black, without the slightest light. All the attacks were dodged by him one by one, and only when the sword was pointed at his master, he struck, gently, gently, ecstatically.

"Kill that monk first, there are many of us, kill him, and the rest will be easy to do!"

A brave cry sounded in the crowd, Dao Yan heard it, smiled, and disappeared again, and after that...

"Bang!"

Another broken human head, the moment he turned around, a fierce killing intent poured out from the corpse!

"Whew!"

The tip of the sword that exuded a wireless chill passed through the heart, swaying brightly and unswervingly, stabbing towards Dao Yan's chest as fast as lightning!

"What a gut!" shouted loudly, Dao Yan's waist eyes were forced, and he quickly twisted his body and slapped his palm on the spine of the sword.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Three rings in a row.

The headless corpse was cut in two by the sword and fell to the ground.

The monk's robe on Dao Yan's chest was also torn, and Ran Ran's blood flowed out.

Dao Yan frowned, realizing how long it had been since he had experienced it, and it seemed that he had forgotten the feeling that disgusted him.

The scene was silent, and everyone gathered their eyes to watch this invincible god and Buddha being hurt for the first time.

The Wounder ... They don't know each other. But it doesn't matter, it's just your own person.

The slender figure, the flawless face, the long sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the blood beads slowly slid down, wetting the dry land.

After a while, the frost was still the same frost, dusty and cold.

"Nangong donor... If it's not a Longmen soldier, why block the path of the poor monk?"

Dao Yan recognized the person in front of him, who was Nangong Caiyun, the personal guard of Xu Ruyi's side on the Ma family.

"The overseer has an order to kill the second son of King Yan here. Nangong Caiyun replied coldly, and then shouted: "This monk is dragged by me, you quickly kill those four people!"

The soldiers around him came back to their senses, a little puzzled about his identity, but it was still the same sentence, it didn't matter.

This demon monk was dragged down, so they didn't have to die? After all, compared to him, the four over there still had some hope.

Well, that black monster seems to be a little more terrifying, then...

The pressure on Zhu Gaoxu and Li Poison increased sharply.

"Sneer"

"Bang!

"Wow!"

The sword light is blooming, and the palm wind is gusting. A sudden blow to the Buddha's finger is even more unguardable.

The first sword of ten steps and one kill only left a slight wound on Dao Yan's chest, Nangong Caiyun knew very well that in the next battle, it may be difficult to make great achievements, and even self-protection may become a difficult thing. I just hope that this group of incompetent soldiers can make some gains over there, otherwise...

"The donor's swordsmanship is brilliant, and the poor monk admires it. It is too arrogant to want to take the life of a poor monk just by relying on this sword technique. ”

"Huh!" A sudden finger wind shot out, Nangong Caiyun flashed with difficulty, and a knife-wielding man behind him fell to the ground inexplicably.

Rip!

Dao Yan's eyes burst with fine light, and he went up, his palms were linked, he grabbed the heaven and the earth, and shrouded Nangong Caiyun's body.

Nangong Caiyun gritted his teeth, and swung his long sword repeatedly, wanting to rely on the edge of the sword to force Dao Yan away.

It's just that the rhythm of the battle has been controlled by the monk.

As if it had lifted his heart, for each sword of Nangong Caiyun, the pair of Buddha palms could always be expected in advance, and with a gentle pat, the trajectory would be changed.

As a last resort, Nangong Caiyun took three steps back, still not breaking free from the whirlpool.

And over there, it still can't be attacked for a long time.

"Waste. Nangong Caiyun scolded in his heart.

Unconsciously, it was only ten zhang away from the gate of the big camp.

Dao Yan kept attacking, and said: "The factory has a lot of grudges with the prince of my family, and he has not learned the strategy in his chest, but in terms of his means, the poor monk really admires it, and he will be the trouble of the prince's henchmen in the future."

Today, since he has entrusted you with the task of assassinating the two princes, he obviously trusts you and relies on you as a confidant. Although the poor monk does not like to kill, but...

The poor monk is also very happy to kill you. ”

A palm was attached to Nangong Caiyun's chest, and he was energetic to induce vomiting.

"Poof!" a mouthful of hot blood sprayed on the monk's face.