fifth form

Chapter 1821 Fierce Fight
Recognized by officers and soldiers as masters among the bandits, some of them fled away, some hesitated to move forward, and some continued to watch the fight, completely unaware of why they would be caught in such a dilemma after becoming bandits.

The bandits either got killed by government soldiers or by masters of the vicious country, and the fate of these bandits was not very common.

Only when all the officers and soldiers and the evil people are dead can they continue to be bandits.

This is why the bandits stopped and walked back and forth, and there were many people watching and shouting.

"shoot with great precision!"

"Barbed Arrow!"

In the jungle, masters from the fierce country were fighting with soldiers riding horses and charging back and forth, and in the hiding places, archers were shooting back and forth.

Fighting rarely lasts for hundreds of rounds. Close combat is dangerous, with a single blow resulting in death, whereas long-range shooting requires a single blow to be fatal.

Without the chaotic fighting among the bandits, the confrontation almost turned into a fight between two people.

"Sir, I hope you can help me!"

Zhang An raised his long sword and looked at it for more than ten seconds. He felt that the officers and soldiers did not have an obvious advantage.

Without the bandits interfering, the three guards fought against two masters of the vicious country. It seemed that there was one more officer and soldier, but Zhang An could see that everyone had tried their best, even taking advantage of the jumping and charging advantages of their mounts.

The killing among soldiers is different from the fighting in the martial arts world. The key for soldiers is cooperation and concerted efforts. It will be difficult to turn the tables if you don't defeat the opponent at the beginning.

Moreover, at the beginning, someone was careless and was killed by a single blow without knowing his opponent.

The more Zhang An watched, the more he felt that it would be difficult to win.

He wanted to charge forward with a knife in hand, but was afraid of disrupting the coordination of the soldiers, so he had to ask Zhang Xuezhou in the carriage with the knife in hand.

In Zhang An's eyes, Zhang Xuezhou could see his strength at a glance, and his cultivation must be extremely high. Moreover, the other party was an official in Chang'an City, so any magic he used would surely be able to create a balance.

"Take action!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied vaguely.

What he disliked most was this kind of confrontation between warriors.

The only spells he had available for combat were the Yellow Sand Entanglement Technique and the Sand Transformation Technique. Both of these spells required chanting and were difficult and complicated to cast, making him extremely passive when facing archers.

If Zhang Xuezhou took action, the shooter on the opposite side would most likely have to take action to deal with him before he could finish casting the spell.

Zhang Xuezhou touched the sleepy bug in Tianyi's pocket and felt that now was not a good opportunity for a sneak attack.

If he were to use the Yang Soul Transformation Technique, he could basically only be a target, and problems would easily arise if his main body lacked protection.

In particular, there is the problem of leakage of magic when the yang soul transforms, which will bring great inconvenience to Zhang Xuezhou.

He is most suitable for sneak attacks. As long as the cultivation level of these Xiong Country masters is at the Creation of Consciousness Realm or below, and they run near the carriage carelessly, Zhang Xuezhou can use his realm to suppress them.

However, since his cultivation level was beyond his ability to suppress, Zhang Xuezhou could not avoid being stabbed.

Looking at the feather arrow that was shot almost half a foot into the carriage, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he lacked a strong enough partner to cooperate with him, and things would be a little difficult.

"Should we rush...rush over and kill them?"

Rong Li touched the knife, lifted a corner of the car curtain to take a look, and then quickly put it down.

In her decades in Chengdu, she had never seen such a dangerous and murderous battle.

Seeing the sharp sound of metal colliding when the weapons in front of her hit, accompanied by a streak of sparks, Rong Li felt that this force was far beyond what she could resist.

The most troublesome thing was that Rong Li couldn't see clearly the attacks of either side's swords and knives. She only felt that the swords and knives had already collided in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the sound and the sparks from the clashing swords, she wouldn't even know where it landed.

"Cousin, what skills do you have?"

Zhang Xuezhou held down Rong Li's hand, and then asked Rong Tianding in a low voice.

"My technique can only play with dead people," Rong Tianding whispered, "At the moment, I can barely make the dead move their arms and bodies. It can only scare people, and cannot be used in combat!"

"Your magic can only scare people. My magic takes too long to cast. Zhang An couldn't even dodge the archer's arrows before, let alone block our arrows. I'm afraid he will be shot before I can finish casting my magic!"

Zhang Xuezhou lifted the curtain and looked into the distance. He saw that the two soldiers who were charging alternately in the front were showing some signs of fatigue, and the archers in the back who served as a deterrent were obviously losing in the shooting and had to jump off their horses to avoid the arrows.

"Zhang An, I remember that you were ordered by Lord Du Zhou to protect me along the way. How can I, a sick person, do this?"

Zhang Xuezhou asked, which made Zhang An look bitter.

Zhang An protected Ping An against the gang of bandits, not the masters of the fierce country. Seeing Zhang Xuezhou urging him and mentioning his own illness, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, holding the knife and watching, looking for an opportunity to rush in.

Thirty zhang is not a far distance, but it is also a hundred meters away. A charging soldier can go back and forth in an instant, but a person who relies on running on foot needs to find a direction to charge in, so as not to even touch the people.

Zhang An dropped his whip and leaped over the wooden beams and rocks, moving closer and closer to where the battle was taking place.

"Everyone, kill with all your strength! A great monk is coming from the sky!"

When Zhang An was running nearly halfway, he heard a strong voice coming from behind, which made him raise his head involuntarily, but there were no cultivators in the sky.

But in just a brief moment, Zhang An saw a gray-robed figure floating in the air three or five feet away. The other person's wide robe and large sleeves showed the style of a master.

"Here comes the great monk to help!"

Zhang An shouted.

He ran for dozens of steps and saw a feather arrow flying into the sky from the woods.

The whistling piercing sound clearly proved that this feather arrow had extraordinary power.

"You thief, I was passing by here today and didn't want to interfere in your affairs, but you actually shot me with a feather arrow. This is really an unforgivable crime!"

Angry voices came from mid-air, and there were also cold snorts and muffled sounds from the jungle on the ground.

While the great monk was chattering in the air, another feather arrow flew out.

"You, a mere cultivator in the Transformation Stage, actually dare to show off to us, my great Han people. I am in a good mood today, so I will let you shoot ten arrows first, and then let you use all your skills before you die. This way, no one will say that I am bullying the weak!"

Two feather arrows flew out, and the monk in the air waved his hand, and the feather arrows flew out again strangely.

"A great monk, he must be the leader of some great sect!"

Zhang An shouted loudly, and his right hand holding the long sword felt that everything had stabilized.

With such a great monk supporting them, they had no worries at all when fighting.

The cultivator in the Transformation Realm was very powerful for Zhang An, so powerful that Zhang An had no idea about it, but the great cultivator in the air was obviously ridiculously powerful, and could even outsmart the opponent with ten arrows, which meant that the opponent was not a cultivator in the Divine Power Realm, but a cultivator in the Self-Only Realm.

When encountering a small-scale conflict between bandits on the road, masters like Li Guang and Cheng Buzhi suddenly intervened, and the situation undoubtedly underwent an instant reversal.

"While there is a great monk holding back the fierce country expert who is good at shooting, quickly use your sword to block it!"

"He is a warrior in the Creation Realm. Don't hide your skills. Use all your strength!"

It wasn't until the sergeant in the front who was coordinating the doubles called out to Zhang An that Zhang An's trembling heart quickly calmed down.

The charging horses left a gap, and without thinking, Zhang An gathered all his energy and blood, and chopped forward with a powerful move.

This sword is a fierce attack, but it can also leave a hole open. In a two-on-two match, it is easy to end up with a situation where either the opponent dies or you die.

However, in coordinated operations, this style of play can actually create an impact in coordinated operations.

"Good knife skills!"

"Watch your right hand!"

Two voices were heard in quick succession. One soldier swept back with a long sword, and the other soldier used a spear.

When Zhang An felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, he felt the long sword slashing down, and the powerful counterattack force came like a mountain pressing down.

Before he could continue to fight back, Zhang An saw the scimitar that was chopped down by the long sword swayed and then slid out from under his blade.

Zhang An had no time to change his move. He retracted his right hand and quickly dropped the knife. He felt pain from his five fingers to his heart.

With just a bump and a slip, he not only lost his knife, but also had all five fingers cut off by the opponent.

Zhang An's face showed horror. As he quickly pulled himself out, he heard two dull sounds of impact.

"Finally I caught your body!"

"Even a snake demon can't dodge this shot!"

The two soldiers shouted loudly, and the master of the Xiong Country cried out in pain as he was stabbed by a sword and a spear.

Black patterns appeared on his face, and pus-like boils bulged under his torn clothes, and then pus-like poisonous water burst and spurted out.

Zhang An suddenly pulled his hand with five broken fingers toward his chest, and felt as if raindrops were falling on his back, as if it was burned by flames.