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"Fire the arrow!"

When the corps commanders saw that the incoming man was good at martial arts, they called to their soldiers and fired arrows quickly without stopping.

More than two hundred people occupied the high ground, and arrows rained down, clattering, and they were so densely packed that there was no way for them to survive.

"Big Dragon Elephant Power!" Of course Fei Xuan would not shout out the name of Qingcheng Mountain's secret knowledge in public. He just kept holding his handprints, blocking all the arrows with invisible power, and aimed at the swamp at the Gate of the Sword Tomb.

flew over.

Li Fansong wielded the sword using Taoist techniques, and the mahogany swords flew into the air. His unscrupulous sword skills caused bursts of sword shadows, and missed the arrows all around.

"Feixuan, don't fight hard, leave quickly!"

Li Fansong still has quite a lot of experience in fighting, and he knows that he can't hold on like this. Although there are no masters in the army, he can still wear them to death if he fights hard.

He hugged Feixuan, jumped up, dodged the flying arrows, and was about to fly out of the swamp at the Gate of the Sword Tomb.

There are formations in the swamp outside the Kenshin Tomb. Only the sword guards of the Kenshin Tomb know the correct way. For ordinary outsiders to enter, the only result is to be devoured.

The leading officer looked at the corpses around him and kicked Li Fansong hard on the head, "Because of you bastards, half of my brothers are dead."

The people behind him quickly raised their shields and barely blocked the incoming sword shadow, but their shields were left with deep dents.

The officer felt someone tapping his shoulder from behind. He quickly turned around and saw a smiling man in white looking at him.

However, as a Taoist priest, he did not feel any regret or fear. He just reluctantly looked at the soldiers in front of him and determined that even if he was going to die, he would pull one or two to support him.

After taking away the head of the third team leader, Li Fansong finally fell down, with wounds all over his body and blood dripping from his body.

"Draw the sword!"

Once he was approached, Li Fansong's advantage as a martial arts master came into play. He used the light skill of moving and moving to shuttle among the crowd, and fought out with his sword.

Li Fansong is obviously not such a master, but he has the Qingcheng Mountain Taoist law to protect his heart. The person in front of him is really not a master, and his murderous intent is just a cloud of smoke in his face.

Li Fansong was trapped in the military formation, unable to advance or retreat. He vomited blood, had cuts on his body, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.

Li Fansong raised all his energy, and sword shadows flashed out from the peach wood sword in his hand, suspended in the air. With a wave of his sword, hundreds of sword shadows attacked the soldiers from all directions.

He used infinite sword skills many times to summon sword shadows, which consumed a lot of his true energy.

The soldiers at the front had no time to react before the sword shadow pierced their throats and fell to the ground, with blood flowing all over the ground.

However, the Qi of these dozen people has actually been improved.

The captains abandoned their spears and drew their swords, and in unison, with their swords shining brightly, they slashed at Li Fansong from all directions and from different directions.

But Fei Xuan is not an ordinary person. He is the owner of 80% of Qingcheng Mountain's destiny. His talent is only inferior to that of the reincarnated immortal Zhao Yuzhen, and he is excellent in all Taoist formations.

"Stop looking for it, it's right here!"

When the distance was widened, these officers could still use bows, arrows and spears to bully Li Fansong alone.

At the same time, Li Fansong had also rushed into the military formation formed by the corps commanders, dodged through the gap, and with a flash of his sword, the peach wood sword pierced the chest of one of the corps commanders.

Li Fansong faced the oncoming enemy without any hesitation and directly threw the Feixuan in his hand towards the swamp.

"Bitch!"

If hundreds of thousands of people form a military formation at the same time, only masters such as the Sword Immortal and the Spear Immortal can be immune to such an aura.

"Stop the two of them and never let them enter the Kenshin Tomb!"

The officer became more and more angry as he spoke, and then he swung his knife on Li Fansong's body, causing another wound.

Li Fansong used the last of his true energy, and with the peach wood sword as the center, countless peach wood swords were born, killing in all directions.

"Both of them must be killed, none of them can be spared, and we must not ruin the general's important mission!" the leading officer shouted loudly, wanting to divide his troops and rush into the swamp to capture Fei Xuan.

Qi Lin raised his hand to convey his true energy, and the Great Light Sword Realm wrapped around him, bringing natural vitality and falling on Li Fansong's body.

The leader of the team shouted loudly, and more than a dozen team commanders with relatively good martial arts rushed out immediately, holding spears, and their momentum was connected, and they wanted to crush them in a mighty manner.

"Come here, hang this guy up for me. I want to watch him bleed dry, die slowly, and be blown into a mummy by the wind. Only then can I relieve the hatred in my heart!"

All the sword light was blocked. Li Fansong used the sword shadow summoned by his unscrupulous swordsmanship as a shield to withstand the first wave of attacks, but his face turned pale for a while.

It is impossible to break the formation outside the Kenshin Tomb, but it is not difficult to find a way out.

"bite!"

"If you want to pass, you have to pass me first!"

These soldiers also seemed to have a lot of experience in dealing with martial arts masters. They did not aim for a fatal blow, but just changed people to swing their swords, and the swords flashed one after another, overflowing with murderous intent.

"This is too cruel!"

In fact, not only him, but all the soldiers heard the sound, turned around and looked around, but found nothing.

"Infinite calamity!"

Qi Lin ignored the soldiers, opened up the abused man, and recognized Li Fansong only when he saw his face.

"You go first, uncle, I will follow you right away!"

The visitor was none other than Qi Lin. He flew for two days from Xueyue City to the Jianxin Tomb. He originally wanted to enter through the main entrance, but as soon as he landed, he saw such a bloody scene.

In other words, as long as they enter the swamp, the two of them will be safe.

"Fortunately, Fei Xuan has already broken into the Jianxin Tomb. As long as that little fat man is fine and can keep this future headmaster, he will be worthy of his master!"

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Li from Qingcheng Mountain?"

"Who are you?" The officer quickly retreated to the middle of the soldiers, and then he had the courage to ask.

This is the method of battle formation in the army. It can connect the momentum and formation of many people together to form one body, and at the same time shout: "Kill!"

"Who? What bastard dares to trouble me?" The officer heard voices coming from all around and immediately turned around to look for someone, but saw nothing.

The hand wielding the sword became weaker and weaker, the traces of blood on his clothes became darker and darker, and his eyes became blurry.

Li Fansong grew up in Qingcheng Mountain and never experienced any storms, but he could still feel the coming of death.

He ignored the light of the sword coming towards him and let the steel knife slash at his body. He charged forward steadily, with countless sword shadows, penetrating the bodies of one team leader after another, turning them into a sieve.

Although he said this, his feet showed no intention of moving.

"How come every time I arrive, it's always when someone is about to die?"

Although the shadow of the sword is weak, it can kill people.

The murderous aura rushed towards the face and was breathtaking. An ordinary person would probably have been scared to death when encountering such a formation.

"Horse riding!"

The officer waved his hand and asked his men to hang this desperate guy to a nearby tree.

In a moment, all the wounds on his body healed, his pale cheeks regained color, and he crawled back from the door of hell.

"Now, it's time for us to have a serious talk!"

After hanging up Li Fansong's life, Qi Lin turned to look at the soldiers, his eyes were full of coldness, as if he was looking at the dead.

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