There is no shortage of powerful swordsmen in this world. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For example, in Youzhou in the east, there is a sect, called the Sword City, which has always been cast by the way of the sword.

Another example is the shaking light of Tianlan Temple, which is known as the sword path through the gods.

But once the world mentions the word swordsman, the first thing that comes to their minds must be the group of people surnamed Chu in Jiangdong.

They are in the temple, but they always act according to the rules of the rivers and lakes - if there is kindness, there will be revenge, and there will be revenge.

Therefore, for the blood feud of the 320,000 Li people of Yixue Jianye, they crossed the river on the bank of the Li River for three generations.

Therefore, in order to report to Chang'an at night, Su Chang'an was sorry for Chu Xifeng Yixing's life-changing grace, and they came to Xiliang thousands of miles away, and stabbed outside the plug.

They are real swordsmen.

It is the kind of swordsman written in the books that Su Changan has read.

A pot of sake, a long knife, black and white, happy and vengeful.

Su Changan felt that it was his honor to die with them.

Thinking of this, his feet grew faster and faster.

There were still dozens of zhang in the barbarian army, and he roared angrily.

"Tuoba Yuanwu!

At that moment he leaped into the air, and his sword was raised by him to eavesdrop.

His eyes were burning flames, and his sword was brighter than the stars.

Tuoba Yuanwu's heart was shocked, he had been harassing the remnants of this human race for several days in a row, and now he chose to raid because he was already expected that this army was already exhausted. But he didn't expect that Su Changan would still be able to burst out with such terrifying combat power at this time.

Of course, Su Changan was not a star death after all, and the three thousand swordsmen behind him were not star deaths. It stands to reason that Tuoba Yuanwu should not have any reason to be afraid.

But.

He was scared.

The people of Tianlanyuan are always eccentric.

Their seemingly weak bodies can always burst out with strong enough strength at critical moments, even if they die, they will bite off a piece of flesh on the enemy's body.

Tuoba Yuanwu has lost two stars because of his carelessness.

even almost lost his life in the hands of Bei Tongxuan.

The current Su Chang'an doesn't seem to be surprisingly cultivated, and he can't threaten the star by half a point, but who can say for sure, when he makes a move, will this young man suddenly burst out with incredible strength like Xu Rangbei Tongxuan?

So, he retreated and commanded his barbarian army to kill Su Changan and others overwhelmingly.

Those barbarian armies are as numerous as cows' hair, and under their crotches are fierce beasts that look like tigers but not tigers, like wolves and not wolves.

They came like a black tide, shouting and killing together, almost drowning the figures of Su Changan and the others.

And Su Changan's knife was cut down like a tiger descending from a mountain at that time, and a knife more than ten zhang wide suddenly appeared.

It was as if Optimus Pillar had collapsed, and the huge sword slammed into the barbarian army that was surging like a tide.

There was a loud muffled sound.

Everywhere the sword reached, the bodies of the barbarians were crushed to pieces, and the flesh and blood were swept up into the sky by the huge sword intent, and they fell one after another.

All of a sudden, blood rained down on the battlefield.

Su Changan stood in front of the battle with a knife, covered in blood, and his eyebrows were solemn, like a demon god.

I saw the long knife in his hand swing, horizontal to his chest, looking at the rolling barbarian army and saying: "This knife is the boundary, and those who cross the boundary die!"

At that time, those swordsmen came to Su Chang'an's front and lined up on both sides of him.

The knife in their hands was also held across their chests at that time.

"This knife is the boundary, and those who cross the boundary die!"

As they spoke, their voices filled with murderous intent echoed across the battlefield for a long time.

The attacking barbarians stopped.

They were a little hesitant, although these three thousand swordsmen were not as strong as Beitong Xuan and Xu Rang, but their cultivation was the weakest, and there was also Taiyi Realm. This is placed in the barbarian army, how can it afford the position of a thousand-commander.

Moreover, these three thousand swordsmen are surrounded by awe-inspiring killing intent, obviously they are all people who kill people without blinking, these brutes are not fools, so they are naturally unwilling to give their lives in vain. For a time, the two armies confronted each other, but no one took the lead.

Tuoba Yuanwu, who had already retreated behind the team, saw the fear in the hearts of his soldiers at a glance, his brows furrowed, and he took out something from his arms.

It was a jade pot made of black glass.

I saw Tuoba Yuanwu raise the jade pot high and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, sons, I have a divine artifact given by the Holy Son, once you die in battle, this divine artifact can absorb your soul, and when the Holy Son comes, it will definitely be able to help you and others come back to life!"

His voice was mixed with a fluctuation of spiritual power that was imperceptible to ordinary people, and suddenly resounded in the battlefield.

Hearing the word Holy Son, the expressions on the faces of those soldiers who were still hesitant suddenly became fanatical.

"For the sake of the Holy Son!"

"For the Holy Court!"

They shouted as if they were stunned, their eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and they could no longer find the fear of Fang Cai.

They roared and roared, and once again launched a charge towards Su Changan and the others.

Su Changan's brows furrowed, he was keenly aware of the strangeness of these barbarians, and there was clearly a certain bewitching meaning in Fang Cai's Tuoba Yuanwu's voice, thinking that this should also be the trick of those so-called holy sons.

And at this moment, the surging barbarian army once again slaughtered in front of everyone.

Su Changan didn't think about it anymore, the sword light in his hand, the long sword in the box was clear!

"Kill!"

He burst into a loud snort.

"Kill!"

The three thousand knifemen on his side responded.

Rumble!

A loud bang exploded above the battlefield.

Knife lights lit up, and bursts of blood flashed out.

"Three Thousand Floating Massacre!"

"Tianlan Seven Stars!"

Su Changan no longer kept his hands, and one after another killing moves poured out.

The seven-star phantom turned into a streamer of murderers, and every time the sound flashed, dozens of lives would be harvested.

The pitch-black Futu Divine Sword with its three thousand spirit swords turned into a sword dragon and roared into the barbarian army, and everywhere it passed, there was a wail, and blood rained down.

The long knives in the hands of him and the three thousand swordsmen rose and fell, and they also brought up pieces of blood.

But in time, there was still no fear on the faces of those barbarians, they were like evil ghosts crawling out from under the Yellow Spring, one after another to launch a charge towards Su Changan and the others.

Su Changan and the three thousand swordsmen lined up, and the sword light in their hands was almost connected into a white line.

That line was like an embankment, stopping the tide of those barbarian armies again and again.

It's just a hundred breaths, and there are nearly 10,000 barbarians who died at the hands of Su Changan and others.

A strong smell of blood gradually permeated the battlefield.

The scarlet blood pooled together and flowed in all directions.

And the night has just begun to cover the land.

Just like this killing.

It's just just getting started.