The middle-aged cultivator who fell into the clear river water slapped the river water with one palm, and the surface of the river the size of the table top where the palm landed did not splash the slightest splash, but actually sunk down neatly like a mirror.
With the power of this beat, the middle-aged cultivator's body burst out of the water violently, and the golden sword in his hand did not even burst out with lightning as dazzling as before, and easily cut off all the dozen or so hook claws thrown by the forest with cold light.
A terrifying giant blade that was enough to slash five or six people at the same time with a single sword, and then slapped the surface of the water to the substance, cutting off more than a dozen hooks that wanted to bind him, this middle-aged cultivator was like a god, where was there still a weak state like the previous half-point account man.
However, at this moment, the middle-aged cultivator with a cold face as cold as water lowered his head in horror and leaned towards his chest.
There was nothing on his chest, but after all, he fell into the water, his clothes were soaked by the river, and when he slapped the water out of the water, the cold river water in his clothes was all shaken out by the powerful aura on his body, and at this moment his clothes looked all dry, and there were only some faint traces of water on his chest and clothes.
But an extremely cold and tingling feeling was extending from his chest to his body, like a greedy locust sucking blood and burrowing into his body.
"The river is highly poisonous" Just by bowing his head, the middle-aged cultivator reacted, let out an angry sharp scream, and powerful soul power gushed out from the soles of his feet, and the whole person flew forward like a butterfly, instantly sweeping into the woods on the opposite bank.
By the time the soles of his feet touched the ground, a gray and miserable slush had appeared on his face.
An infinite chill continued to flow from the heart of this middle-aged cultivator, and it was absolutely impossible for the combination of any local army and scattered cultivators to deploy poison in the flowing water and the other party could instantly launch an assassination with the Moon Piercing Crossbow and the Rotary Blade Car, forcing him into the water.
This can only be proved once again, Wen Ren's subordinates are the kind of people who know how to fight the most.
This middle-aged cultivator knew very well in his heart that the strangulation field on the other side of the river behind him was extremely in need of his own joining, but he also knew very well in his heart that it was impossible for him to join the battle formation over there in a short period of time, because he could only kill the people on this side in an extremely fast time and win some time to concentrate on using his soul power to expel the toxins in his body, otherwise he would definitely not be able to survive the invasion of this poison.
At this moment, Xu Zhenyan, who was slashed into the shoulder bone and fell to the ground, was still howling violently like a beast, and the stabbing blade in his hand was still piercing into the body of the assassin who pressed on him.
His miserable howl suddenly stopped, his body froze, and a murderous cold black spear pierced through the corpse of the assassin who was pressing on him, and under his subconscious dodge, stabbed him in the heart.
In the leather armor inside his heart, there is also a heart goggle.
The black spear pierced the leather armor and failed to penetrate the goggles, pinning him to the ground along with the corpse of the Assassin on his body, but the dent of the goggles and the fear and pain from the pressure on his chest made him howl violently again.
At the moment when the miserable howl came out again, the third son of the Xu family finally thought through something.
His father is the most powerful and powerful figure in the Criminal Division, he also has a brother-in-law of the provincial governor of Beilong Province, and the Xu family has the support of the Jiang family behind him, so after he entered Qingluan Academy, he has always been proud of his pure golden spoon, and it is a very big golden spoon, looking at those border barbarians and dirt bags with natural contempt in their eyes, even Liu Ziyu, whose father is determined to become the provincial governor within the year, can only be regarded as a small golden spoon compared to him.
However, at this moment, he finally fully understood that his ruthless father really wouldn't care about him, even in the face of real death, he was no different from those Tubao classmates who usually looked down on him, and he could only rely on himself.
"Ahh The last trace of disillusionment in his heart, completely understanding that his father could not save him, looked down on Lin Xi, and the golden spoon Xu Zhenyan, who was extremely hostile to Lin Xi because of Qin Xiyue, howled even more violently, and his whole person jumped up from the ground like crazy, and crashed into the arms of the assassin who had just pulled out the black spear.
The knife of the assassin in front of him was still embedded in Xu Zhenyan's shoulder, but he didn't care about the knife at all, howling and crashing into the arms of the assassin in front of him.
The iron-willed assassin immediately abandoned the gun, pulled out a black dagger that he didn't know where to tie it to his body, and stabbed it towards Xu Zhenyan's head.
But he underestimated the power of Xu Zhenyan's collision, or he didn't expect that this young man who made him disdainful and obviously afraid of fighting would burst out with such power at this moment.
With a bang, his upper body was knocked backwards, and the thorn blade in Xu Zhenyan's hand kept piercing into his heart in the howl, and then pulled out.
His dagger was still stretched out towards Xu Zhenyan, but he lost the strength of his follow-up and fell down.
Xu Zhenyan howled and pushed the assassin's body away, and howled and rushed towards the nearest assassin in front of him.
I don't know if I have never seen such a fighting style, or because Xu Zhenyan is a cultivator after all, and his speed and strength are far beyond that of ordinary JG Rui soldiers, the assassin in front of him seems to be stabbed in the throat by Xu Zhenyan who jumped up in a slight pause.
The howling Xu Zhenyan sat directly on the assassin's shoulders, stabbing and stabbing until the assassin fell backwards, his throat full of holes and almost broken.
For a while, Xu Zhenyan was very conspicuous in this chaotic array, and for a while, several cold assassins were attracted by Xu Zhenyan and came towards Xu Zhenyan to cover up.
At this moment, among Xu Zhenyan's group, even Xu Zhenyan usually didn't pay attention to it at all, and a slight yellow light appeared on the face of the most inconspicuous black and thin middle-aged man dressed like a coachman.
Dozens of crossbow needles from the hidden barrel of the arms of one of the Assassins at his side struck him like a torrential rain, piercing through his shirt without actually penetrating his skin.
Between the assassin's pupils contracting, a purple-black soft sword appeared in the hand of the thin black man.
The soft sword roamed the air like a snake, and the head of an assassin with a hidden crossbow barrel in both arms flew up.
The blade in Xu Zhenyan's hand pierced the throat of an assassin again, and the powerful force caused the assassin to twitch strangely on the spot due to the inability of his brain to control his body, unable to perform any effective movements.
At this moment, a long knife slashed at Xu Zhenyan's back, cutting through his armor, entering the flesh, and blood splashing everywhere.
Xu Zhenyan howled miserably, turned around, but saw the shadow of a purple and black soft sword, and saw a headless assassin standing behind him.
"I'm sorry."
He heard someone say it to him.
The sword-wielding headless assassin fell in front of him, blood pouring down from his neck like a fountain of blood.
Then he noticed that his surroundings had become quiet, save for some muffled moans and panting.
Then he realized that it was the most inconspicuous black groom in the group who had been left with a deep wound on his back because he had not been able to stop the knife completely.
"Brother Chu" At this moment, the black thin horseman was already exuding an aura of iron and blood, and let out a loud shout at the other side of the river.
"I'm fine."
Such a voice came out of the case.
Due to a large amount of blood loss and detachment, Xu Zhenyan, who was standing in a daze, began to feel dizzy and cold.
There were only a dozen people still standing around him, five or six of them who were not injured were still holding their swords, and the tall man who was in charge of the team's route and living had already come to his side with an extremely ugly face holding a military first-aid kit, and was immediately ready to help him stitch up his wounds, but Xu Zhenyan finally seemed to have turned back into chéngrén, sat down in a pool of blood, wow, and kept vomiting.
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Xu Zhenyan, who had never experienced such a bloody battle, vomited desperately, trembling all over, vomiting as if he was vomiting out the internal organs in his body, and vomiting so much that he couldn't even see with his eyes.
Between the white mountains and black waters, on the banks of Akiyoshizawa.
A group of soldiers had formed a team and were ready to leave.
Even at this time, many soldiers who are usually unruly still cast respectful and adoring glances at a camp in the redwood forest from time to time.
A priestess in a white sacrificial robe was walking briskly towards the tent in the sight of the many soldiers approaching it.
The priestess's face also shone with a light of worship and a longing for glory.
Her hands held two pale gold sè priestly robes, and the pale gold sè spiritual priest robes were embroidered with the pattern of a three-tailed black fox cat.
And before that, all the sergeants who belonged to the Yangjiantian Front knew that a "fearless" medal had been sent to that camp.
Moreover, all these sergeants knew from the bulletin in the army that before that, Patrol Captain Lin Xi already had two medals.
This "fearless" medal is already Lin Xi's third medal All sweet words may be fake, but the Yunqin Medal, which represents glory, cannot be fake.
So at this moment, in the eyes of these sergeants, in this place of white mountains and black waters, where the sun of Yunqin does not shine, this black sè tent is shining with exciting light
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