The door of the third carriage was pushed open.
At the same time, the doors of the fifth and seventh carriages were violently smashed by the people inside, and sawdust flew off.
At the same time, Lin Xi, who was in the middle of the official road, had already galloped wildly to the distance of only more than twenty steps in the first carriage.
"Your Stuff" Meng Bai behind him desperately untied the wooden box that he couldn't leave an inch, gritted his teeth and wanted to chase after Lin Xi.
On the third carriage, two heads flew up with blood.
The two warriors who had been drenched in boiling water had lost their fighting instincts in the severe pain all over their bodies.
The bronze broadsword of the "Black Tiger Slayer" emitted a dazzling light, and with blood and water, it continued to slash towards a middle-aged silk-shirted scribe who had just appeared at the door of the car.
The middle-aged silk-shirted scribe bent over, his body was not yet completely straight, but in the face of this broadsword that struck his chest sharply in the white gas produced by the boiling water, he only frowned slightly, his movements gave people the feeling that it was slower than that of "Slaughtering Black Tiger", but extremely accurate and powerful, his right hand pulled out a short staff of gold from behind him, and when the broadsword was less than two feet away from his chest, it struck heavily on the broadsword.
"Slaughtering the Black Tiger" snorted, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the broadsword in his hand was not under his control, and it smashed against the chest of the middle-aged silk scribe and fell on the front of the car, smashing the front of the car directly into a puddle of broken wood.
The middle-aged silk-shirted scribe was still waisted at the moment, but his left leg kicked out extremely weirdly and kicked into the chest of the "Black Tiger".
"Slaughtering Black Tiger" didn't have time to dodge, and his left arm was sideways.
There was a dull pop, and his body flew backwards like a stone.
The middle-aged silk-shirted scribe moved like a cloud, and with just one foot, he counteracted the force of the shock with a strange posture and flew forward.
Just as he was about to swing his staff again to hit the "Black Tiger Slayer", the severe pain under his feet caused the soul power that was surging sharply towards his hands to be interrupted.
He stared down with wide eyes, only to see that a black spear pierced from the ground had pierced the soles of his feet.
Before he could make the next move, the ground beneath his feet had all fallen.
A young cultivator with an overly fair face jumped up from behind him with a sword, and the moment he was sluggish, the long sword in his hand stabbed into his back fiercely, and then directly abandoned the sword and rolled backwards.
"Ahh The middle-aged silk-shirted scribe, whose instep was pierced by a spear and then pierced into his lower abdomen from behind with a sword, screamed so hard that he couldn't jump out of it and fell into the trap below.
"Snort" A black feather arrow shè towards the seventh carriage.
Coming out of the rough and directly smashed car door were two middle-aged chubby cultivators with almost identical faces.
With just a roll of his sleeves, one of the twin brother cultivators on the left easily swept out the black feather arrow that struck like lightning.
However, the cultivator's face suddenly became extremely solemn.
Because at this moment, a silver sè arrow had already broken through the air, and the speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to dodge.
"When" The twin brother beside him waved his long sleeves, and a faint green sword light flashed from it, slashing the silver arrow out for him.
"Not good" "Miserable" The cultivator who had slashed the silver arrows for his brother had already seen the archers standing in the barren grass in the distance, and judged that one of them was just an ordinary archer and the other was a cultivator archer, but he suddenly smiled bitterly, and these two thoughts came to his mind.
"Poof" A transparent arrow stabbed him in the forehead and pierced half of his skull, so that he didn't even have time to think about why the archer's arrow was so powerful, and why Shi Shiè was able to reach such a speed before he lost consciousness, flipped backwards, and fell into the carriage that he had just rushed out.
Stepping out of the fifth carriage was a yellow-robed rat-whiskered man.
The Taoist man, who had no flesh on his cheeks and looked to be in his forties, stepped out of the door of the carriage that he had shattered, and his two wide sleeved robes swelled up like two blisters filled with water, slapping on the carriage behind him.
"Pong" Lined with steel plates, the unusually heavy carriage shook violently, and the four horses dragging the carriage in front of them all neighed in mourning, and they fell backwards and almost sat down, but the yellow-robed Taoist with no flesh on his cheeks flew up like a big bird, and instantly reached the top of Jiang Xiaoyi's head closest to him.
Jiang Xiaoyi, who had just jumped out of the underground trap and hit the middle-aged silk-shirted scribe with a spear and sword, had no hands left, and just stood up on the ground when he felt like a huge mountain overhead.
He felt the fear of death, and his whole person exceeded his limit, and with a "snort", the tough leather boots under his feet were instantly cracked due to the soles of his feet, and his whole person rolled out again at a speed that was absolutely impossible to have in normal times.
The feet of the yellow-robed Taoist were heavily trampled on the ground.
The usual Qingluan twenty-four style of cultivation and the tempering in the Valley of Trials made Jiang Xiaoyi avoid this kick when he burst out beyond the limit.
As soon as his figure flipped out, his foot stepped on the ground where he had been.
The yellow-robed Daoist didn't step on this half-breath of time, but everyone saw that the whole person of the yellow-robed Daoist emitted a bright yellow light, and under his step, it was like a bomb exploded under his feet, and a circle of qi mixed with dirt hit Jiang Xiaoyi's body.
It's just that the wave of qi from this foot hit Jiang Xiaoyi's body, Jiang Xiaoyi let out a muffled snort, and her whole body was shocked and flew out.
The yellow-robed Taoist didn't continue to pursue Jiang Xiaoyi, he just grimaced and raised his head.
In his sight, Lin Xi was rushing towards him.
Lin Xi didn't make a move with anyone else, and when he rushed to the first carriage, he jumped onto the roof of the first carriage.
Then the wheels of the first carriage clicked, the axles broke, and his whole body swept up to the fourth.
The yellow-robed Taoist with fleshless cheeks didn't know Lin Xi's specific identity, but just the moment he stepped out of the carriage, he had already seen that Lin Xi, the "Black Tiger Slayer" and the old woman who sold apricots were the strongest of these assassins, and saw that Lin Xi was the leader of these people.
Capture the thief and capture the king first.
So this yellow-robed Taoist waited for Lin Xi to come to save Jiang Xiaoyi, waiting for Lin Xi's arrival.
On the seventh carriage, the cultivator who saw his twin brother being killed roared wildly, and a pair of extremely powerful barrel crossbows were hidden in the sleeves of his robe, but Bian Linghan and the cold short-haired young man "Cold Wolf" carried out Lin Xi's order extremely faithfully, and did not give this crazy cultivator a chance to join the battle group at all.
A sharp and hissing arrow in the air forced the cultivator directly to the back of the carriage, unable to even show his head.
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Lin Xi saw that this yellow-robed Daoist was at least a cultivator above the rank of a national scholar who was at least one level higher than himself, but seeing Jiang Xiaoyi in distress, he rushed forward extremely calmly and without hesitation.
After seeing a strong person of the Saint Master Rank, unless it is the kind of opponent who can smash him to pieces alive with the eruption of powerful soul power in his body with a single finger, as long as he can fight, the opponent who may kill will not cause too much fluctuation in his psychology.
He leaped out of the roof of the fourth carriage and grasped the hilt of his sword from the wilderness with his backhand.
The axle of the fourth carriage was shattered by his hard kick on the roof, and the eruption of soul power in his hand caused the cloth that wrapped his sword to fly away like butterflies.
Under his soul power, all the transparent and slightly white runes on the body of this jg long sword glowed faintly, but the original pale green sword body was shrouded in a layer of silver sè's brilliance, and this layer of silver sè's brilliance also kept flowing from the tip of the sword towards the hilt, as if a silver sè water flow was born from the tip of the sword, constantly washing towards the hilt.
The yellow-robed Daoist with fleshless cheeks had never seen this kind of soul soldier long sword in his life, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at this strange long sword that gave him an unusually smooth feeling.
He looked at the long sword in Lin Xi's hand.
Ji Xiang also looked at him in Lin Xi's sleeve.
As long as it is close to Lin Xi, Jixiang feels warm, and lying in Lin Xi's sleeve swinging around, it feels very comfortable and fun.
It was also a little smarter than Lin Xi thought.
Some time ago, when Lin Xi kept confessing and letting it hide in the box to practice, it understood that Lin Xi didn't want it to be exposed easily.
Because it understood, plus it could now be sure that this yellow-robed Daoist was Lin Xi's enemy, and felt that this yellow-robed Daoist's strength was much stronger than Lin Xi's, so it pressed its two paws against its stomach, and its head was thinking sharply about what it was going to do.
Then it let out a soft babbling that only it could hear, and let out a careful breath.
Lin Xi swept down on the roof of the carriage like mercury, and his sword flew diagonally towards the left rib of the yellow-robed Taoist.
The yellow-robed Taoist sneered slightly, and a dark green long sword also appeared in his hand, without any fancy skill, he stepped forward and stabbed Lin Xi's chest.
His sword was actually the last to strike, faster than Lin Xi's sword, and directly grabbed Lin Xi's middle line, seeing that his long sword was about to pierce directly into Lin Xi's body, and Lin Xi's sword would be completely missed.
However, at this moment, a faint, crystal-like vitality rushed in front of him.
"Drink" The calm on the face of the yellow-robed Daoist disappeared instantly, and he suddenly let out a loud shout, and all the Dao robes on his body swelled, as if there were countless winds blowing out of his body.
"Titicaca" Many transparent ice flowers suddenly appeared outside his body, and the yellow light on his body flickered and did not change, but the clothes and hair, eyebrows, and beard on his body were all stained with a layer of white frost, as if he had stood all night in the late autumn night.
His movements were slight, and Lin Xi's body turned sideways stiffly, grazing against his body, and the long sword flowing like silver water in his hand also brought up a layer of white frost, cutting through his left ribs, dragging a deep wound on his ribs
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