Zhao Yufan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing.
Is the name of the Sword God so terrifying?
It seems that Zhao Yufan's name does not have such power.
He shook his head helplessly and looked into the distance, with a flash of worry in his eyes.
These people would definitely report the news of his appearance to the larger army.
At that time, he would face thousands or tens of thousands of soldiers.
However, he did not know that the fifty thousand soldiers within eighteen miles were slowly approaching him.
When he left the Black-faced Tiger camp, the general there had already reported the matter to others using Flying Eagle Rumor, and pointed out the direction in which Zhao Yufan was leaving.
The soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it with earth.
Zhao Yufan walked quickly forward, the sword in his hand dazzling with cold light, and a white light burst out from time to time.
In less than a few minutes, two thousand soldiers gathered five miles away from Zhao Yufan, and the number of soldiers was growing.
Among them, the White Wolf Tiger, one of Liu's Eight Tigers, had already arrived.
Bai Langhu stared at the figures that were getting closer and closer, slowly pulled out the sword, raised it high in the air, and shouted loudly: "Whoever kills the Sword God will be promoted to the third level and receive a reward of 100,000."
Hearing this, the soldiers rushed towards Zhao Yufan like wolves and tigers, eager to tear Zhao Yufan into pieces with their teeth.
The ground trembled slightly, Zhao Yufan looked solemn, and his already galloping figure accelerated again.
His whole body was like lightning, and he charged into the crowd with his sword.
The soldiers were like crazy, attacking Zhao Yufan from all directions, not afraid of his sword at all, as if they had forgotten life and death.
Zhao Yufan had good intentions, and the sharp sword only wounded the soldiers without harming them.
As a result, these soldiers became more unscrupulous.
As the saying goes, shoot the man first, shoot the horse first, and capture the thief first, capture the king.
Zhao Yufan's target is the white wolf and tiger.
Unfortunately, there are too many soldiers around and he can't rush out for a while.
At this moment, Bai Langhu couldn't bear the loneliness and took a few steps forward.
He wanted to carefully observe the state of the Sword God.
If the Sword God was exhausted, he would rush forward.
If the Sword God was full of energy, he would rush forward.
Waiting for a while.
Seeing the white wolf and tiger take a few steps and then suddenly stop, Zhao Yufan thought to himself, and instantly guessed the white-eyed wolf's intention.
He deliberately pretended to be tired and let the enemy's knife hit his left arm, making the white-eyed wolf mistakenly think that he was not strong enough.
The white-eyed wolf frowned, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he saw that the sword god was injured by a knife.
He held the treasured sword in his hand and leaned forward, like a hungry wolf, and ferociously pounced forward.
Zhao Yufan narrowed his eyes.
When the white-eyed wolf was less than two meters away from him, the sword suddenly turned and stabbed the white-eyed wolf.
The sword flashed, and the white-eyed wolf shrank in fear, raised the knife and was about to leave.
However, he turns slower than the sword.
A sword seals the throat The white-eyed wolf was killed instantly.
The soldiers' attack came to an abrupt end and they retreated backwards in fear.
Zhao Yufan walked with his sword in hand.
The soldiers in front of him made way for him, and they retreated to both sides fearfully, for fear of provoking him.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootss.
Hearing the sound of the horn, the fearful soldiers surrounded Zhao Yufan again, and they cheered up as if they had a backbone.
Zhao Yufan also stopped, raised his sword and looked around.
Suddenly, a group of soldiers rushed out from the mountains on the right.
They raised their weapons and shouted: "Kill!"
Immediately afterwards, a large number of soldiers appeared in other directions and started shouting.
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"kill" "kill" "kill" The deafening sound was like huge waves, which shocked people.
Zhao Yufan clenched the sword in his hand, swept the soldiers in all directions slowly and solemnly, and yelled: "Anyone who stands in my way will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand showed no mercy.
Every thrust of the sword would kill the surrounding soldiers.
The sword danced wildly, just like the arm of the god of death, harvesting the lives of the soldiers.
The soldiers rushed towards Zhao Yufan without fear of life and death.
The dense crowd seemed to block the air outside, giving Zhao Yufan a strong sense of suffocation.
Facing tens of thousands of soldiers, it was no longer possible to fight with ordinary martial arts.
Zhao Yufan could only use a wide range of offensive martial arts to open a gap in the crowd with the power of a single move and rush out.
The martial arts skill Ten Thousand Swords is the most commonly used large-area attack.
One thrust of the sword transforms into Ten Thousand Swords, covering hundreds or hundreds of meters, performing an indiscriminate coverage attack.
At this time, Zhao Yufan was about to use the most common martial arts skill Wanjian to open a passage so that he could rush out.
The sword shone brightly, and the dazzling white light caused the soldiers to retreat one after another.
At this moment, Zhao Yufan suddenly jumped up, his whole body suspended directly in the air, like a god, ignoring the crowd on the ground.
He gently raised his sword and then slowly slashed towards the ground.
Suddenly, the slashed sword light split into two sword lights, two sword lights split into four sword lights, four sword lights split into eight sword lights, and finally split into tens of thousands of sword lights.
The sword light trembled slightly in the void, and then swooped down hard towards the ground.
Tens of thousands of sword lights slanted down like raindrops, directly covering hundreds of meters in the sky.
The soldiers were so frightened that they were completely stunned.
There was a white light in front of their eyes and they could hardly see anything around them.
They were so frightened that they ran away in all directions and were in a panic.
Thousands of swords were fired together, and the entire land was covered in an instant.
Then the sword rays linked together to form a huge white light.
The violent white light just rose, and then slowly subsided until it disappeared.
At this moment, the ground was riddled with holes and pits, and scarlet blood gathered in the small pits pierced by swords.
Surrounded by soldiers lying on the ground, some were covered in blood, and some were howling helplessly. , some soldiers writhing in pain.
The soldiers who escaped from this disaster were so frightened that they took a few steps back again when they saw the power caused by the sword light.
They were so nervous that they almost turned around and ran away.
One sword strike directly caused hundreds of soldiers casualties.
Zhao Yufan held the sword and continued to move forward with a cold expression.
This time, the surrounding soldiers did not dare to step forward to stop him, and the other soldiers not far away were also stunned by the scene just now, and did not react for a long time.
The soldiers who suddenly appeared just now were commanded by six people in total, and these six people were the remaining Eight Tigers of the Liu family.
The black-faced tiger and the white wolf tiger died, and the remaining six tigers finally gathered together to prepare to attack Zhao Yufan.
Zhao Yufan charged forward.
He was about to face General Tiger, one of Liu's Eight Tigers.
General Tiger was a ferocious man.
He was definitely a Tiger General on the battlefield, but he was not a good commander.
When the other five tigers saw Zhao Yufan leaving, they immediately sent troops to encircle and suppress him.
Unfortunately, they were not as fast as Zhao Yufan and could only watch as Zhao Yufan's figure slowly faded into a black dot.
The Five Tigers gathered together and their strength reached 40,000.
While chasing Zhao Yufan, they discussed countermeasures.
Soon, they planned an insidious plan
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