The gunners had already stabbed their spears at him, and Li Wenjun swung the dragon goose and the knife to the sword, and the dragon goose and the insect mosquito waved the dragon goose and the dragon and the three

Jiang Shan was anxious and shouted, "Where are the archers? Hurry up and shoot Li Wenjun to death." ”

The place in the second hall is so big, the huge iron cage occupies more than half of the space, in addition, the third prince, Wu Xuemei and others have not had time to go out, and there are more than a dozen spearmen are still around the cage, so many people are blocked in the second hall, and the archers outside want to come in, they must wait until the people inside come out.

Unlike just now, archers can shoot arrows unscrupulously outside, at this moment, inside the second hall, except for Li Wenjun, they are all their own people, especially the third prince and Jiang Shan are also inside, and the archers don't dare to put arrows outside.

In this way, Li Wenjun was given time to breathe, so that Li Wenjun saw a glimmer of life when there was no way to retreat.

Jiang Shan jumped to her feet in a hurry, urging continuously. In order to be able to grab time, he even grabbed a few gunmen and threw them outside the second hall. It's just that there is a mess in the second hall, people are crowded, people are crowded, and he still has to take care of the safety of the third son, how can it be so easy to clean up the second hall and make room for it in a hurry?

Li Wenjun didn't dare to delay time, and when the archers came in, he would only have to wait for death. Even if he mastered the method of immovable vajra, which was specially used for defense, the characteristics of immovable vajra doomed him to be beaten passively. When his mana is exhausted, he is trapped in an iron cage, no matter how good his skills are, he can't use it, just wait for the archers to shoot him into a hedgehog.

Seeing the chaos outside the iron cage, Li Wenjun keenly seized the golden opportunity, pinched the spiritual trick in his hand, and the mana flowed quickly in his meridians, leading out of the acupuncture points in his palm, and caught the wind. Suddenly, a fireball the size of a quail egg appeared in his palm.

There were also a few gunmen who gathered around the iron cage, trying to stab Li Wenjun with their bald spears, and they watched in horror as fireballs erupted from Li Wenjun's palms, as if they had seen a ghost. "Lord Jiang, Lord Jiang, look, Li Wenjun will set fire. ”

Jiang Shan turned his head and saw Li Wenjun throwing the fireball towards an iron fence, Jiang Shan's face turned white at once, and he almost flew away for nine days.

He muttered, "Damn! Damn! Damn!! how could Li Wenjun be an immortal cultivator? What the hell is going on? Someone, hurry up and escort the third prince out of here." Archer, you hurry up, shoot him, you must shoot him, or we will all die when Li Wenjun comes out of the cage. Hurry, hurry!!!!"

The second hall was even more chaotic, many people witnessed the whole process of Li Wenjun's release of the fireball technique, at this time, even if they were stupid, they all knew that they had locked a "fairy" in a cage, and the dignity of the immortal was not to be offended, once offended, the consequences were unimaginable. They scrambled to the outside of the second hall.

The third prince is also frightened, his legs are weak, because of family reasons, he wants to know more about the situation of immortal cultivators than ordinary people, almost every immortal cultivator is a powder keg, it will explode when it is touched, and it will die when it explodes. He almost hated Wu Qi to death, why didn't this incompetent dog official investigate Li Wenjun's details in advance, and he really wanted Wu Qi to be killed today.

He didn't want to die, he didn't enjoy his good life, there were high-ranking officials who didn't enjoy it, and there were countless beauties who didn't taste it, how could he die in this small Sanshan County.

After Li Wenjun was promoted to the second layer of the Qi cultivation period, the preparation time for releasing the fireball technique had been shortened by almost half, plus he had cultivated for a period of time later, and the preparation time had stabilized at about four breaths, and the time spent on releasing it twice was only eight breaths, that is, the time taken to breathe eight times.

The fireball seems to be small in size, and the color of the flame is also very soft, showing a dull orange color, but its temperature is not low at all, because it is fueled by mana, its temperature is higher than that of most flames in the world.

It landed on the steel fence the thickness of the child's arm, and the fireball stuck to it. In a short instant, the fireball burned both ends of an iron fence into a reddish liquid. The liquid iron slag fell straight down, and the iron fence in the middle, which had not melted, also drooped.

Li Wenjun grabbed the iron fence and dragged down the section of the iron fence that had not melted, and then he raised the iron fence high and threw it at the archers in the crowd at the entrance of the second hall.

Of all of them, the archers are the most threatening to him and belong to the group that needs to be eliminated first.

Like sharp arrows, the steel rods slashed through the void and slammed into one of the archers' bodies. The steel rod was so powerful that it flew upside down with the archer, and he fell to the ground with a heavy blow, spitting blood from his mouth, and was instantly killed. The evening breeze blew, and there was a faint smell of burnt paste coming from his wound.

At the same time, there was also a scream in the second hall, and the red iron slag dripped from the fine steel rod, not knowing that it was dripping on the unlucky bastard. The temperature of the iron slag is thousands of degrees, and who can endure such high temperatures? The iron slag fell on his body, and almost instantly, his body was burned through, and the screams were just an instinctive reaction before death.

"Third son, let's go! If you don't leave, it's too late. Jiang Shan wanted to squeeze to the third son's side, but the people in the second hall panicked and didn't give him a chance to squeeze to the third son's side at all.

To say that the private soldiers of the Marquis Mansion brought by Jiang Shan are all elite, once they are placed on the battlefield, they are definitely one to ten, unstoppable, but the problem is that when they need to face to face with the "immortals", their hearts are bottomless. In their consciousness, this is a mortal situation, knowing that going up is death, and a few people can solve the mystery of life and death.

Even if there are a few who are not afraid of death, when everyone is scrambling to run out, it will not make any difference.

Jiang Shan regretted dying, if she knew this, she should have prepared a few more organs in advance. Maybe there is one more organ that can trap Li Wenjun to death. However, this can only be imagined, being able to prepare two stainless steel mechanisms in just three days, a trap and a cage, is already the limit, unless he is willing to spend more time.

But the problem is that at that time, no matter who it was, it was enough.

He thought that preparing two major organs, a trap and a cage, with knives and axes, gunners, and archers, would be enough to clean up Li Wenjun. With such a careful deployment, even if five or six Wang Yonggui came together, it would be the result of going and not returning.

Jiang Shan's preparation cannot be said to be insufficient, let alone thoughtful, but he made the wrong object of the plot, which doomed him to not succeed.

An iron fence was removed, and a large hole appeared in the iron cage that was large enough for Li Wenjun to escape, and he first used a knife to cut off the arrow shaft on his left shoulder, and then jumped out of the iron cage.

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