This very tender woman in a green shirt is like a beautiful little village girl who strayed into a forest valley.
However, no village girl in this world will strayed into the Lost Forest, and will appear in front of this hidden army so quietly.
It was only at the first time that Song Xuku reacted to where he had seen the portrait of this face, and reacted to who the other party was.
Before he could react in any way, a chilling chill poured out of his heart and filled his body.
There was a wind through the forest, like a ghost whimpering, and a flying sword that exuded a real chill struck like a sky and stabbed Song Xuku, the general There was a soft "snort".
As if a wet piece of paper had been cut, a squire who had been the first to react, with several scars on his face, stood in the way of the sword, swinging his sword and slashing at the flying sword, but the sudden acceleration of the sword flow swept past his shining blade, cutting under his helmet with unmistakable accuracy, cutting the major artery in his neck.
"When" Song Xu drew his sword hard, took out the sword, and continued to attack the flying sword at the tip of the sword, the cold killing intent and chill emitted from this flying sword made him have no time to issue any military orders, but a deputy general beside him who also knew who this face was, still resolutely issued an order on his behalf: "Release the arrow" The humming of countless bowstrings and the distinctive sound of the arrow's tail feathers breaking through the wind as they detached from the bowstring filled the valley in an instant.
The face with this serious face is naturally Nangong Weiyang, who even Gu Xinyin praised as a real genius.
As the sounds filled the valley, she made the simplest of movements, shrinking behind a nearby tree.
"Aggressive" In a dense and tooth-itching sound of arrows, the tree was nailed with dense black arrows, and countless fragments of bark and wood chips flew away.
Nangong Weiyang did not reappear from behind this big tree, but her flying sword still shuttled sharply around Song Xuku's body, and the moment the arrow fell, it flew up against the ground, cutting the throat of a close attendant who was blocking Song Xuku's back.
The valley hidden in the countless towering giant trees was still far away from the forest-side grass where Lin Xi and the others were, but the moment countless arrows broke through the air, the three teachers of the academy and Lin Xi were still keenly aware of it for the first time.
"You stop here, I'll go see what's going on."
Li Wu, who had not made much noise all this time, immediately let out a low shout, and the whole person was like a black shadow that quickly disappeared in the sun, disappearing sharply into the forest, and swept towards the direction where the sound came from.
"How did Teacher Li do this" Lin Xi looked at the place where Li Wu disappeared, and at that sharp speed, there was not even a trace of breaking the air, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, these lecturers and professors of the academy were indeed not existences that ordinary cultivators in the world could understand.
After saying this, he felt that Tang Yuren and Lan Qifeng might not understand what he meant, so he added, "I mean, how can he castrate so quickly and not make any sound."
"Any ability of a cultivator that is different from ordinary people comes from the skill of using soul power."
Tang Yuren glanced at Lin Xi and said, "A certain degree of soul power release can make him always feel like a layer of fluffy feathers, of course, it also takes a lot of time to train to do this." ” "Students are taught."
Lin Xi thanked him respectfully, looking at the direction where the sound of countless arrows breaking through the air faintly came, he thought about it, didn't say anything more, sat down and closed his eyes and began to try to enter meditation to replenish some soul power in order to meet the fierce battle that could come.
Seeing this scene, a hint of amazement flashed in the eyes of Lan Qifeng and Tang Yuren.
Behind Song Xuku, a close attendant spurted blood from his throat and fell.
But the four attendants were still very resolute to substitute for each other, and dozens of heavily armored sergeants with thick shields ran over sharply, half-squatting down a few steps away from Song Xuku, and formed an iron wall with their bodies and shields in their hands, protecting Song Xuku's place a few feet below.
After the lieutenant gave the order to release the arrow instead of Song Xuku, he did not hesitate at all, stretched out two fingers, then clenched his fist and swung it down hard.
"Attack" Several lieutenants shouted at the same time, and a light armored army of five hundred people rushed out of the battle, rushing towards Nangong Weiyang like a flood.
The Biluo Border Army was the army that knew how to fight the most in the entire Yunqin, and even when it encountered the existence of the Holy Master Rank, it still didn't see any panic and launched a counterattack on the spot.
Everyone knows that these sergeants wearing Senqing sè light armor are the same as the previous arrows, they can't pose any threat to this holy master at all, but at least they can disperse some of the holy master's gods, and at least consume some soul power, in the eyes of these iron-blooded soldiers who often fight with cultivators, even if every sword light will cut the throat of a sergeant, take away a sergeant's life, and consume the soul power of a sage's sword with a sergeant's xg life, it is worth it.
After all, every breath of the Holy Master's flying sword flying in the air consumed a lot of soul power, and now Nangong Weiyang was less than two hundred steps away from them.
At such a distance, everyone in the army led by Song Xuku was full of confidence in killing Nangong Weiyang, as for whether they would die or the companions beside them would die, this was something they forced out of their minds and didn't think about it at all at the moment.
It is precisely because many of the Biluo army, from generals to lower-ranking sergeants, are like this, and they all have such an iron blood and strong will, so in the past ten years, the Biluo border army has produced more cultivators than any other border army.
"Poof" At the moment when the lieutenant general swung his fist hard and gave the order, ordering the light armored army closest to Nangong Weiyang's position to attack and kill at full speed, Nangong Weiyang's sword light cut through his body.
He avoided his neck and head being slashed, but the sword light slid down his shoulder, and the arm he had just clenched his fist and gave the order was broken off shoulder to shoulder, and the power on the flying sword seemed to be stronger than the power when he had just assassinated the two close attendant cultivators, and the cold aura penetrated into his body, causing half of his body to lose consciousness for a while, and there was not a trace of blood flowing out of the wound on his shoulder.
Song Xubitter held the slender calyx long sword in his hand, and only the flying sword of Nangong Weiyang was in his eyes.
The five hundred lightly armored sergeants rushed forward at full speed, but at that moment, there was a terrifying clanging of bowstrings in the forest.
This burst of sound made the pupils of Song Xuku and several generals shrink sharply in an instant. for the voice did not come from their army Dense black sè feather arrows were thrown out of the forest behind Nangong Weiyang with a terrible sound of breaking the air, enveloping all the light armored troops approaching Nangong Weiyang.
Countless black arrows and blood shattered from the impact formed a wave of black and red cháo, which was splashed through the forest.
The same Yun Qin's JG Liang standard arrows exerted terrifying lethality in this breath, and at least half of the lightly armored sergeants were pierced by the arrows through weak parts such as faces, and fell heavily to the ground.
However, the strange thing is that these arrows seem to carry a unique desert dust, and at the moment of falling, many extremely fine yellow sand also vibrates in this sky at the same time.
"Retreat" At the moment when the yellow sand shook and flew, Song Xuku understood that he was facing the rebel army of Nanshan Dusk, and an extremely powerful voice had already come out of his mouth.
Nangong Weiyang's flying sword did not fly to his side when his mind was differentiated, but instantly flew into the archery army that was also at the forefront.
Waves of blood kept rushing in the air, as if dozens of people were constantly holding buckets and splashing hot blood into the sky.
At this moment, Nangong Weiyang did not cherish the soul power accumulated in her body, under her rapid consumption of soul power, her flying sword also completely became the sickle of death, and a row of JG Rui sergeants who couldn't see her flying sword clearly fell like a cut down rice harvest.
"Attack" Knowing that if he couldn't trap the other party's holy master in the formation, he would definitely suffer even heavier losses, Song Xu's bitter face turned slightly pale, and he clenched his fists and waved forward, issuing an order for the whole army to assault.
At the same time, in the mountains and forests behind Nangong Weiyang, there was also a cold command with the same content.
The rain of arrows kept falling.
The remnants of the Light Armored Army, who had just retreated more than ten steps, stopped, and it was over in the moment they wanted to recoil.
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Relentless arrows pierced their bodies and pinned them to the ground.
A black-armored sergeant who also seemed to have wind and sand on his body rushed out of the forest and killed Song Xuku's army.
In the past, the combat power of Nanshandu's army in the Biluo border army was not stronger than Song Xuku's Fenglin army, and at this moment, the black armor on these black-armored sergeants also seemed to be eroded by the yellow sand, and they looked a little down, but everyone in this army seemed to be shining with the dazzling light in the desert.
As a rebel, the vast majority of the people in this army in Nanshan Twilight thought that they would spend their lives like rogues in the desert, buried in the yellow sand, and it would be difficult to return to their homeland, and they would even bear the name of the rebel forever.
Moreover, in their array, there are also holy masters like Nangong Weiyang.
Their archery army is intact, while the opponent's archery army has completely collapsed.
Suddenly there was a fierce sound of blades, spears and shields crashing into the valley, and from time to time people on both sides fell in chaos during the roar, severed limbs flying, blood spraying out of the armor, staining the dead leaves on the ground.
In a flash, the battle reached the most tragic stage, but the army of Nanshan Dusk instantly occupied the absolute upper hand, killing Song Xuku's army of a hundred battles into chaos.
Song Xuku's hair was already soaked with his own sweat, and he knew that he had little time left, as long as the other party's sergeant slightly dispersed the guards and attendants outside him, the flying sword that didn't know where to fly at the moment would take his life.
Just when Song Xu watched the rout of his army helplessly, waiting for his last time to be loyal to General Wenren, Li Wu, the black-robed lecturer of the academy who had sneaked into this valley, had already judged the identities of the two armies facing each other.
At this moment, on the incomparably chaotic battlefield, Nangong Weiyang was extremely keenly aware of the aura of his uninvited guest, his feet were wrong, and he flew backwards in the air again and again, and a flying sword that was originally flying in the formation also flew backwards, crossed her body, and struck at Li Wu like a meteor.
The lecturers and professors of the academy are not ordinary people, they all have a kind of pride that is unreasonable in the eyes of the outside world, in the face of this flying sword, Li Wu did not immediately shout that he was not an enemy, but stretched out his hands.
The soul power in his body was rolling together between his fingers.
"When" "When" His hands seemed to have turned into iron casting, and he slapped the extremely cold flying sword sword twice in a row, and the flying sword flew more than ten feet horizontally.
Nangong Weiyang frowned slightly, and the flying sword paused in the air strongly, and he was about to fly out again, but at this moment, in the distance in the forest, a somewhat weak voice came: "Li Wu, you are naughty again." ” :