The drums of war!

The knock made Hong Jin's heart tremble, he only felt that his blood accelerated, and even his eyes became red.

"No, it can't be like this, it's not right......"

Hong Jin muttered.

Staring at the big banner flying high, Hong Jinzhi said that only by rushing there could he quell the killing.

"Those who avoid me live, and those who stop me die!"

Hong Jin shouted in a low voice, the murderous aura in his eyes was as rich as substance.

Looking at this blood god who seemed to have rushed out of hell, even the officers and soldiers who had experienced the baptism of the battlefield couldn't help but retreat.

Hong Jin was like a bamboo, invincible, and killed all the way to Miao Yan's banner, and then stopped.

Smelling the thick bloody breath coming from Hong Jin's body, Miao Yan couldn't help frowning and shouted: "Divine archer, release the arrow." ”

A hundred divine archers have long felt unhappy, and in the military camp, they were rushed to kill by one person, which is simply a shame for the elite soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty.

Squeak squeak!

A hundred bronze bows were pulled up together, and these archers were carefully selected, and each of them could pull out a special bow of 500 stones.

The bow opens like a full moon, and the arrow goes like a shooting star!

A hundred stainless steel arrows, with a tingling roar, shot at Hong Jin with incomparable accuracy.

Without the slightest confusion, let alone the slightest collision, a hundred long arrows formed a huge round arrow beam, covering Hong Jinzhou's body.

"It's a pity!"

One of the archers sighed.

This sentence speaks to the hearts of the archers, under their arrows, even a strong team can shoot on the spot, not to mention that Hong Jin is alone.

Even though Hong Jin killed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, repelling countless officers and soldiers along the way, these people still had strong self-confidence and were able to shoot him.

Hong Jin's face changed, he didn't expect that these people's arrows would come so quickly, and it was too late to dodge.

In fact, Hong Kim never thought of dodging.

In his mouth, he muttered Sanskrit chanting, and a layer of golden light suddenly appeared on his body, which gradually surged towards his arm and slammed out with a punch.

"The Hammer of Dayan!"

I saw a surging fist power emanating from Hong Jin's fist, covering the area around him.

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a constant sound in the air, and the steel arrows mixed with strength were all violently shattered into pieces.

Whoa!

Black splinters of steel flew in the wind, and a thick layer fell on the ground.

What a lot of strength it takes!

The faces of the archers turned pale, and they realized that the person in front of them was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

When they woke up, the second arrow was quickly attached to the bow.

Hong Jin naturally refused to give them another chance, and just now he urged the "Hammer of Dayan" with all his might, which had already consumed a lot of his physical energy.

Sou!

Hong Jin's body flew up suddenly, and with a tiger leap, he pounced forward.

Just two dodges, Hong Jin pounced on the distance of seven or eight feet, and pounced not far in front of Miao Yan.

The archers all had arrows in their hands, but they did not dare to shoot them again, for they were too close to each other for fear of injuring their companions.

A hundred broadswordsmen raised their broadswords one after another, and the knives were as wide and thick as half a door.

The person who can wield such a broadsword, if he is not an astonishing arm strength, or he has practiced true qi, so none of these hundred soldiers are ordinary.

Looking at Hong Jin, who was rapidly approaching, their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and their tall bodies let out a loud roar in unison, "Kill." ”

The movements are very neat and uniform, it can be seen that he is usually well-trained, and a hundred broad knives slashed through a snowy sword, and slashed towards Hong Jin's body.

If it were an ordinary person, I was afraid that I would be frightened when I heard the roar of these hundred big men.

Under such a sword, I am afraid that there is no other choice but to retreat, who can block a hundred and fight with these people.

Hong Jin didn't have the slightest fear, he roared loudly, punched hard, and hit the ball quickly.

Even though it was just one person, Hong Jin's momentum was by no means inferior to the opponent's hundred people, and his punch was blasted out, and there was like a gust of wind in the flat ground.

This punch flashed with golden light, making Hong Jin's blood-stained body suddenly become sacred.

The Wisdom Fist Seal, the Fist of Light, punches out, as if bringing light into the world.

Rumble!

It was completely hard-hitting, and Hong Jin's fist, with a powerful force, crashed into those broadswords with thick door panels.

A hundred big men, rushing forward, slammed down, and the broadswords in their hands were like cutting hard rocks.

A strong force of recoil made them unsteady, drunk, and staggered backwards, and many people's tiger mouths were shattered on the spot.

These people opened their eyes one by one, feeling incredible, what kind of cultivation did the young man on the other side have.

Hong Jin's reaction was much faster than theirs, and before they could strike again, his fist, with a piercing whistle, had already swept over.

It's completely like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves!

All the people who were next to the Hongjin fist wind flew up together with the broadswords in their hands.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred broadsword hands, dead to death, wounded, and wounded, all lost the ability to fight.

Miao Yan's face changed, he was originally confident, with layers of guards, he could be impregnable.

Unexpectedly, out of nowhere, such a strange person rushed out.

Miao Yanzhi said that if these five hundred guards could not protect his safety, then it would not be safe to flee anywhere.

"Spearmen prepare, attack!"

Miao Yan shouted loudly and began to personally command, this battle is related to his life and death, and he must not be sloppy at all.

Snort!

Rows of spears pierced over, flickering densely in the air into spear shadows, and a chill came through the body.

Stimulated by the chill in his body, Hong Jin suddenly flew up and rushed towards the row of spears.

"Did he really think he could be invulnerable?"

The spearmen had a cold light in their eyes, and according to the command, they raised their spears and stabbed.

Hong Jin's arm seemed to turn into a vajra, and then slammed it down.

Bang Bang Bang!

The first row of spears were all pressed under his arms, and a force passed by, and the spearmen in the front row, who were reluctant to abandon the spears, were overwhelmed by him when they landed.

Hong Jin shook his hand, and the two spears immediately fell into his hands, and he clenched the tip of the spear with both hands, and did not flip it, snapping and slashing, and swept violently.

The oncoming spears were all swept away by him with the shaft of the spear, and Hong Jin used the most basic Shaolin stick method all the way.

Smack!

The spear fell on the spearman, and the strength was amazing, sweeping these people to the ground, and they could not stand on their feet at all.

Before the spearmen could disperse, a hundred giant axemen picked up the bronze giant axe in their hands and slashed towards Hong Jin.

Hong Jin's body took advantage of the momentum and rolled over, and the spear in his hand had flipped over at some point.

Snort!

The spears in Hong Jin's hands are like spiritual snakes, and every time they stab, they must be the wrists of giant axes holding axes.

I only heard the sound of "oops" crying out in pain, and a hundred sword and axe hands, the giant axes in their hands were lost one after another.

Hong Jin's face was sneered, such an attack arrangement was indeed bluffing, but when he met a real master, he was easily defeated.

A hundred iron shield bearers, holding huge shields, stood in front of Miao Yan, and they were arranged quite closely, at first glance, they looked like a huge turtle shell, blocking Hong Jin's way.

Hong Jin was afraid of an ambush attack behind them, so he didn't stop and rushed over.

Beat up!

Hong Jin only felt that the blood was surging all over his body, and he had inexhaustible strength, and every movement was like a heavy hammer blow.

With these iron shield hands, it is absolutely no problem to resist ordinary attacks, but a blow of Hong Jin's level is far beyond their ability to defend.

Knock knock knock!

The dull sound was endless, and one by one, the iron shield hands, after being hit by Hong Jin, were like drunk, staggering.

Hong Jin sneered, and suddenly pushed out his palms together, and the two violent palm forces pushed these iron shield hands aside, making way for the middle avenue.

Miao Yan saw that it was not good, and immediately urged the horse to leave, with several cronies by his side, covering all the way.

Shout!

Hong Jin kicked with his foot, and a spear immediately flew out, and with a snort, stabbed the white horse under Miao Yan's seat.

The white horse neighed in sorrow, fell down with a bang, knocked Miao Yan straight down, turned a few somersaults in a row, and fell straight to the dust.

If it weren't for Hong Jin wanting to capture him alive, he was afraid that this spear would kill Miao Yan.

Snort!

Arrows rained down.

The archers finally shot a second wave of arrows, and this time they did their best, even more fiercely than the last time.

Sou!

Hong Jin's body flew out of the rain of arrows, and after just a few ups and downs, he arrived in front of Miao Yan.

Call!

Hong Jin flew in front of Miao Yan, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed him, this grab, he was bound to win.

Laugh at!

A green shadow suddenly flew out of the hands of a soldier, like a sharp arrow, directly hitting several big points in Hong Jin.

Hong Jin sensed the danger, his body immediately stopped, and his fingers flicked on the green shadow several times in a row.

The green shadow, like a spiritual snake, surrounded Hong Jin's body, constantly flying up and down, and the wind was fierce.

"So you're playing tricks!"

Hong Jin's eyes were sharp, and he could see clearly that the person who came was dressed in Song soldier attire, but it was Wan Yanhao, the number one master of the Dajin Kingdom.

"We haven't been able to tell the winner, so let's have a good fight. "Wan Yanhao's body is bullied, and his shot is completely an offensive move.

Hong Jin didn't dare to despise Yan Hao at all, but he was about to catch Miao Yan, how could he fall short?

Whew!

Hong Jin punched three times in a row, this is the outer lion seal kung fu, the shot is unusually strong, with a kind of posture that will never stop until the goal is reached.

After Yan Hao couldn't dodge, the green bamboo cane still hit Hong Jin's outer lion mark, and when he heard the sound of "woo", the green bamboo cane immediately flew into the air.

This green bamboo cane is very precious to Wan Yanhao, how could he be willing to lose it, his body immediately went over, and in mid-air, he gently and skillfully caught the green bamboo cane.

Hong Jin ignored Yan Hao, rushed past him, rushed to Miao Yan's side with an arrow step, grabbed him with a big hand, and picked him up.