Comprehensive martial arts begins with the successor of the Seven Swords

Chapter 92 Arrive in time! 【Seeking Subscription·Monthly Pass】

"Fire arrows!"

The corps leaders saw that the martial arts skills of the incoming man were good, so they greeted the soldiers under them, and quickly fired arrows without stopping.

More than 200 people occupied the high place, and the rain of arrows poured down, crashing, and there was no way for people to live.

"Dragon Elephant Power!" Of course, Feixuan would not call out the name of Qingcheng Mountain's unique knowledge in public, but kept pinching his fingerprints, blocking all arrows with invisible power, and shot towards the swamp at the gate of the sword mound. flew over.

Li Fansong used Taoism to control the sword, and the peach wood sword flew, and the unscrupulous swordsmanship brought up bursts of sword shadows, and missed the surrounding arrows.

"Fei Xuan, don't fight hard, go!"

Li Fansong still has a lot of experience in fighting, knowing that he can't hold on like this. Although there are no masters in the army, if he fights hard, he can also kill them.

He embraced Feixuan, leaped, dodged the flying arrows, and was about to fly out of the big swamp at the gate of the Sword Tomb.

There is a formation in the swamp outside the Jianxin Tomb, and only the sword guards of the Jianxin Tomb know the correct way. If ordinary outsiders enter it, they will only be swallowed.

But Feixuan is not an ordinary person, he is the owner of [-]% luck in Qingcheng Mountain, his talent is only under Zhao Yuzhen, a reincarnated immortal, and he is proficient in all Taoism formations.

It is impossible to break the formation outside the Jianxin Tomb, but it is by no means difficult to find a way out.

In other words, as long as they entered the swamp, the two of them would be safe.

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

The leading corporal shouted loudly, and a dozen or so corporals with fairly good martial arts rushed out immediately, holding spears in their hands, their aura and true energy were united, and they were about to be crushed by mighty force.

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

The murderous aura came rushing towards his face, breathtaking, and ordinary people would probably have been terrified to pee when they encountered such a situation.

If 10,000+ people form an army formation at the same time, only masters like Sword Immortal and Spear Immortal can be immune to such momentum.

Li Fansong is obviously not such a master, but he has the Taoism of Qingcheng Mountain to protect his heart. The man in front of him is really not a master, and his murderous aura is just a cloud of smoke.

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

Facing the oncoming enemy, Li Fansong threw the Feixuan in his hand towards the swamp without any hesitation.

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

Although he said so, he didn't intend to move his feet at all.

"Both will be killed, neither one can be kept, and the general's important affairs must not be ruined!" The leading officer shouted loudly, wanting to divide his troops into the swamp and grab Feixuan.

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

Li Fansong raised all his true energy, and sword shadows flashed out of the mahogany sword in his hand, suspended in the air. With a wave of his sword finger, hundreds of sword shadows rushed towards the soldiers from all directions.

Although the sword shadow is imaginary, it can kill people.

Before the soldiers at the front could react in time, the sword shadow pierced through their throats and fell to the ground, bleeding all over the ground.

The people behind hurriedly raised their shields, barely blocking the oncoming sword shadow, but the shield was punched with pits and dents.

At the same time, Li Fansong had already rushed into the army formation formed by the corporal leaders, flashed through the gap, and with a flash of his sword, the mahogany sword pierced a corporal leader's chest.

When the distance was widened, these officers could still bully Li Fansong with bows and spears.

Once he was approached, Li Fansong's advantage as a martial arts master was brought into play. He used the lightness of maneuvering and shifting to shuttle among the crowd and fight out with a sword.

"Draw the knife!"

The corporal leaders threw away their spears and drew their knives, neatly and neatly, cutting at Li Fansong from different directions in all directions.

"Ding!"

All the sword lights were blocked, and 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.

Using the infinite sword technique many times, calling out the sword shadow, consumed a lot of his true energy.

These soldiers also seemed to have a lot of experience in dealing with martial arts masters. They didn't want a single blow to kill them, but they just swung their knives one after another, full of murderous aura.

Li Fansong was trapped in the army formation, unable to advance or retreat, vomited blood, his body was cut with scars, and the blood stained his clothes.

"Fortunately, Feixuan has already broken into Jianxin Tomb. As long as that little chubby man is fine and keeps this future head teacher, I can be regarded as worthy of my teacher!"

The hand wielding the sword became weaker, the blood stains on the clothes became deeper, and the eyes became blurred.
Li Fansong grew up in Mount Qingcheng and had no experience of wind and rain, but he could still feel death coming.

However, as a Taoist priest, he didn't feel any regret or fear. He just reluctantly looked at the soldiers in front of him, determined that even if he was about to die, he would pull one or two as backup.

"Infinite Tribulation Life!"

Li Fansong used the last of his true energy, centered on the mahogany sword, and produced countless mahogany swords, killing all around.

He ignored the light of the sword coming towards him, let the steel knife slash on his body, and charged forward steadily, carrying countless sword shadows, piercing through the bodies of the corporal leaders one after another, turning them into sieves.

After taking away the head of Corporal No. 3, Li Fansong finally collapsed, with wounds all over his body, dripping with blood.

"Bitch!"

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

"Riding on a horse!"

The more the officer spoke, the more angry he became, and then he swung a knife at Li Fansong's body, causing another wound.

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

The officer waved his hand and asked his subordinates to hang the reckless guy to the surrounding trees.

"This is too cruel!"

"Who? Which bastard dares to come here to trouble me?" The officer heard voices coming from all around, and immediately turned to look for someone, but he didn't see anything.

In fact, not only him, but all the soldiers heard the voice and turned their heads to look around, but found nothing.

"Don't look for it, it's here!"

The officer felt someone patting him on the shoulder from behind, and turned around quickly, only to see a smiling man in white looking at him.

"Who are you?" The officer hurriedly retreated among the soldiers, and only then did he have the courage to ask.

It was Qi Lin who came. He flew for two days before arriving at Jianxin Tomb from Xueyue City. He originally wanted to enter through the main entrance, but as soon as he landed, he saw such a bloody scene.

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

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

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

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

In a short while, all the wounds on his body healed, his pale cheeks were bloody again, and he crawled back from the gate of hell.

"Now, let's talk about it!"

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

　Everyone speak a lot!Give some advice!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)