Volume 9 Chapter 28

"Tu Heihu" stabbed a coachman's chest with his broadsword. At this moment, a silver arrow flew over his ear, and he immediately felt the bloody blood on his back neck. (7 * 24-hour continuous update of pure TXT hand fighting novel)

he turned around with awe in his heart, only to see a warrior quietly approaching behind him with a silver arrow in his forehead, and then fell to the ground.

The cold, tall and bald man knew where the arrow came from, and saw that almost all the people on his side were standing well without exception in the eyes of Yu Guangzhong. In his heart, Bian Linghan and Lin Xi were instantly respected by his heart. At the moment, he was just puzzled. Even if these young people were all the disciples of imperial high schools, they could not have such momentum and control ability at such a young age.

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A white shadow moved rapidly under the carriage.

This is the living one of the twin brothers. After he was pressed into the carriage by the arrow of Bian Linghan, because the arrow of Bian Linghan was still flying in the air like the roar of death, he thought of taking the carriage as a cover to fly under the carriage and get close to the war.

After the middle-aged silk clad scribe who was the best at battle formation and the most adaptable to control was assassinated for the first time and the most powerful Taoist in yellow robe fell, the practitioner knew that the battle was impossible to win.

He and his twin brother are two of the most terrible.

One thing is that he and his twin brothers cooperate with each other very tacitly. They can often fight and kill practitioners step by step.

Another point is that both of them have a pair of powerful catapults in their hands. At close range, even those who are one step higher than them can hardly escape.

Under Lin Xi's targeted instructions, Bian Linghan shot his twin brother at the first time. He was half disabled, but he didn't want to run away before shooting out the crossbow needle in the barrel. He wanted to avenge his brother.

He's like a viper waiting for the moment.

At the time of Lin Xi's flying two warriors, he had arrived under the eighth carriage, and he had waited for the chance to kill the leader of the other side. (7 * 24 hours continuous update of pure TXT hand play novel)

he didn't make any sound, raised his hands and aimed at the profile of Lin Xi.

He felt that no one had noticed him at the moment.

But just as he raised his hand, he suddenly found that there was also a pair of eyes looking at him under the carriage which was separated from him.

"Be careful! Under the carriage! "

A scream with a trill, loud enough to overwhelm all the others.

"Hiss!"

At the same time, dozens of black mans burst out of the sleeves of the monks who were frightened by the sudden sight of the pair of eyes staring at him under the opposite carriage.

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Meng Bai stared at the man who was walking under the carriage in horror.

Because Lin Xi, his best friend in the college, rushed up. Of course, he could not run away directly, so he also rushed back after Lin Xi.

But he has never experienced such a scene, and he is really timid So he wanted to follow Lin Xi, but he couldn't figure out how he could get under the carriage and follow Lin Xi under the carriage.

To his horror, he saw that one of the twin brothers, who was practicing opposite, had also sneaked under the carriage.

When the practitioner on the opposite side suddenly saw him and was surprised, he also straightened his throat and shouted desperately.

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At the same time, Lin Xi heard Meng Bai's cry, and his body had subconsciously felt the danger. His whole body strength gathered on his feet, and the whole person jumped out to one side recklessly.

In the first intuitive moment to make this dodge action, the body soared at the same time, he saw dozens of black mans rushing towards him.

Seeing the speed of these dozens of black awns, Lin Xi did not change his face, but sighed a little in his heart, thinking that he might still use his unique ability this time.

Because he judged that with the speed and strength of these dozens of black awns, he could not completely avoid them unless auspicious gave his full hand. At least more than ten points would be shot on his half body. (7 * 24 hours continuous update of pure TXT hand play novel) and he didn't want to expose the auspiciousness completely, so in this air he just put his hands behind his back.

Black awn is in front of Lin Xi in an instant. It's impossible to avoid Lin Xi.

But at this time, a pair of white steamed bread like hands are pulling half of Lin Xi's clothes, mercilessly pulling.

"Hiss!"

The clothes of the place where the two white steamed buns were holding were split. However, Lin Xi's body was suddenly accelerated because of the amazing strength of the two hands. Dozens of black awns were less than that. He didn't fall on Lin Xi at all. He was completely defeated. He wiped Lin Xi's body and shot it out. He didn't know where he hit.

Lin Xi and the man who talked about him fell into a group.

Lin Xi was surprised for a while, and the one who pulled him at the critical time was Meng Bai.

Meng Bai is still in shock, full of cold sweat. He holds Lin Xi's clothes with his hands and refuses to let go. He can't help shivering.

"Ah!"

It was hard to control the mood of the man who was defeated in the next blow under the car. Lin Xi and Meng Bai fell down and rushed out with a wild roar.

Bian Linghan has no special arrows in her hands, but she knows that this is the last arrow she needs to shoot in this battle Or whether she can shoot this arrow is the same.

She breathed a little tired, holding the feather, controlling the string and shooting. She shot an arrow like the body's instinctive reaction, and then drew back the bow.

Out of the car, the roaring cultivator reached out and clapped the arrow directly.

He had two feet of claws on his hands.

However, Lin Xi watched him not move, but some helplessly took a picture of mengbai, to let his timid friend relax a little.

An iron pot lies between Lin Xi and the practitioner.

Holding an iron pot that can cook a pig, as relaxed as holding a pancake, is the short wolf who is a little too small but has a little too big head.

"When" a bang, big black iron pot directly by the hook claw grasps to smash.

However, the man of practice was suddenly stunned.

The short legged wolf has become a ball and rolls over at his feet.

When the practitioner reacted, he raised his feet intuitively, but cried out in fear.

His feet were raised, but the soles of his feet were still on the ground.

His foot was cut straight along his ankle by a sharp blade.

Jiang Xiaoyi had already swept over. Before the practitioner made the next move, the long gun in his hand stabbed into the practitioner's body and pushed the practitioner to slide out. With an aggressive sound, it was nailed to the carriage of a carriage.

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Lin Xi stood up and walked towards the carriage ahead.

Several of the rest of Qin's dead men shouted and rushed towards him.

Because some of the most powerful and fast people approached Lin Xi and others as early as possible, and now they are all dead, so these warriors, who are just equivalent to the strength of elite soldiers, have no threat to Lin Xi at all. Jiang Xiaoyi, who had pulled out his long gun, had already met him.

The martial art of qingluan college is the real martial art of killing people. The action is not good-looking, but it is very direct and effective.

Just two steps forward, the rest of the dead fell in front of Jiang Xiaoyi.

Confirm that there are no other practitioners and warriors who threaten them except the carriage where Qin insisted. Jiang Xiaoyi wipes the blood on his face, turns around and nods to Lin Xi.

Lin Xi also nodded to Jiang Xiaoyi, then turned around and looked at all the people who followed behind him, and asked, "do you have anything to do?"

For a time, the "black tiger butcher" and other people were all stagnant and fell into a temporary silence.

There is nothing wrong with everyone. Except for some shock injuries when competing with each other, there is no major injury for everyone. In contrast, the "slaughtering black tiger" with its mouth completely cracked is the most seriously injured one. But just because everyone looked at each other and found that nothing was wrong, the eyes of these people looking at Lin Xi, Jiang Xiaoyi and Bian Linghan changed greatly.

Especially for Lin Xi, the hearts of these people have been unconsciously full of respect and awe.

When the middle-aged silk and yellow robed monks showed up and showed their strong strength, they were ready to pay for the death and injury. However, under Lin Xi's fierce interception and control, they won the war without paying any price. It is clear to these people that this young man, who gave orders as usual at the beginning, is definitely a general who has had the experience of commanding the army in the border army, and has really experienced many life and death battles, and is an excellent general.

"Nothing."

After the unconscious silence, all of them spoke with difficulty and answered Lin Xi.

Lin Xi couldn't help laughing.

He was also satisfied with the assassination he had planned.

Because from another world, he has read many books that people in this world haven't read at all. Of course, there are martial arts and chivalry in them. So when Liu Bo took him to qingluan college before, he asked if there was a flying sword in the world at the first time.

He sometimes fantasized about the big scenes. Suddenly many ordinary people in a place became killers.

This time he set up such a scene by himself, and with such success, he certainly had the excitement and happiness that these people could not understand.

All the carriages were quiet again.

Lin Xi was about to walk towards the coach where Qin insisted. At this moment, he heard a very hard voice.

He turned slightly and saw that the voice came from the Taoist priest in yellow robe who knelt on the ground.

The Taoist Huang Pao couldn't stop the blood gushing from so many wounds on his body. Even if he had a strong spiritual cultivation, he was dying now. There was no blood pouring out between his left fingers and palms on his neck, but there was a layer of blood foaming like crab spitting.

But to Lin Xi's slight surprise, he saw that the Taoist priest in yellow robe had released his long sword with his right hand when he was dying unconsciously. He didn't press it to his wound, but reached into his arms and grasped something.