Comprehensive Martial Arts: Read to become a sage, use martial arts to break the ban

Chapter 61
Chen Feng is not ignorant.

Xiao Luo used the palm of his own body to forcibly shake his long sword of the free world, but it still stood still in the array of arrows.

On Mu Yumo's side, the mayfly sword that attacked by itself forced him into danger.

This is not reasonable!

When the imperial decree to cull Xiao Luo was issued, Chen Feng once dismissed it. In his eyes, the rumored evil fetus was just a delusion to eliminate the opponent who seized the heirloom.

But at this moment, Chen Feng believed it, he only hated the White King and the Red King for not cutting off this opponent earlier, leaving him to die now.

If a person has timidity in his heart, there will be flaws in his shots.

At the moment when Chen Feng was hesitant, Xiao Luo threw out his left fist, and at the same time made a violent blow with his right palm.

Shi Potian was shocked by Hunyuan Palm, and the raging waves hit the shore.

Immediately, dozens of arrows shot towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was caught off guard, and the long knife swung back in a hurry, cutting towards the flying arrows that were hundreds of times heavier than the military archers.

Kacha Kacha, knives and arrows hit each other, and Chen Feng was knocked upside down by the force.

However, the flying arrows kept coming, and Chen Fengren took a long breath in the air, forcing all the true energy in his body.

When the knife hits, the arrow breaks.

The knife comes out again, and the arrow comes again.

The centurion in the army saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly shouted: "Retract the arrows!"

"Kill the enemy!"

The archer quickly put down his bow and arrow, and thousands of soldiers shouted and stepped across the trench.

Suddenly, a loud shout shook the world: "I said, no one can step over this boundary, Mayfly Tianzijian, come back!"

In front of the Jingwu army, the crimson brilliance instantly lit up, and the raging fighting spirit ignited the sky.

The three meanings of stopping water, thousands of miles towards the sea.

The mayfly sword slashed down, the red glow flashed, and the Jingwu army who stepped through the trench was swallowed up, shattered like waves in the sea.

"what!"

Thousands of people screamed for only a moment, but the mountain gate was covered with red blood rain.

"Devil, devil..."

Taking advantage of the mayfly sword flying back, Mu Yumo ran desperately into the distance, she was already scared out of her wits.

Chen Feng cut off the last arrow and landed fifty feet away, staring blankly at the mountain gate that had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Devil, you are the devil."

There are less than 3000 people alive in the Jingwu army, and everyone is slowly retreating, and the entire mountain gate is silent.

Those pilgrims who were crying after the battle started were all so frightened that they fell to their knees.

Even crying children were covered by their parents.

That handsome young man held high the red giant sword, stepping on the ditch like a god of death.

The trenches have been filled with the corpses of the Jingwu army.

Fei Xuan, Li Fan, and Bai Bai Jianxiu all stopped their hands, and looked at everything in front of them blankly, just like Chen Feng.

Thousands of corpses piled up in the thousand-year-old Taoist holy land.

Xiao Luo suddenly smiled, he put down the mayfly and leaned on it in front of him.

He said unhurriedly: "Everyone should know that before killing others, be prepared to sacrifice your own life."

"Life for life, that's fair, isn't it?"

No one dared to refute him, and the more people thought about it, the more they felt that he was right.

To kill, to be killed, is indeed fair.

He pointed to the rest of the Jingwu army: "I, Xiao Luo, the Eighth Prince of Northern Li, now declare to you defeated ones that those who surrender to me will not die, and those who do not surrender will be killed."

All the Jingwu troops looked at Xiao Luo, and then at Chen Feng.

No one dared to speak out, if Xiao Luo was surrendered, he would still be treated as a rebel by the imperial court, and his family members would also be harmed.

If you don't surrender, thousands of corpses are right in front of you.

Li Fan whispered, "Xiao Luo, stop killing people."

"Don't worry, I, Xiao Luo, will not kill the soldiers. But..."

Xiao Luo jumped up, rushed forward, and punched Chen Feng: "Except for the culprit!"

This punch surpassed thirty feet, it was fierce and powerful, like thunder.

Chen Feng quickly drew out his knife and slashed at Fist Wind.

At this moment, the red sword came quietly and slashed at Chen Feng in an instant.

Chen Feng didn't have time to return the knife, so he withdrew his hand and retreated, connecting several verticals in the air, and drifting into the distance.

As a general, it is a felony in the army to abandon his subordinates and run away by himself.

At this moment, thousands of Jingwu troops stared blankly, Chen Fengwei, the general of Zhenbei, was discredited.

Xiao Luo was waiting for this moment. When Chen Feng ran a hundred feet away and was about to disappear at the foot of the mountain, Mayfly Sword caught up with him.

The red light shines brightly, the sword intent splits the sky, and the gods and demons are invincible.

Chen Guan, who had lost his long knife, turned around and swung his fists to block it. His fists were shattered and his arms were broken.

Then, sword energy entered his body, and red blood splashed.

Chen Feng fell down with a scream, and spent 20 years guarding Mount Qingcheng empty-handed, but in the end he died because of his own ambition.

If it wasn't for Chen Feng's insistence on massacring mountains and killing innocent people, Xiao Luo wouldn't mind letting him live.

But a person who exchanged the blood of innocent people for his fame and fortune, Xiao Luo does not allow him to live, there are too many such people, that's why this world is so chaotic.

Chen Feng was dead, and the living Jingwu Army didn't hesitate any more, they all knelt down on the ground and shouted:

"I am willing to serve the Eighth Prince as my master!"

"I am willing to serve the Eighth Prince as my master!"

"I am willing to serve the Eighth Prince as my master!"

The corner of Xiao Luo's mouth smiled: "All officers and men, please get up, let the passage out, and invite the pilgrims and villagers on the mountain to come down."

"Yes!"

Fei Xuan waved his hand: "Withdraw."

One hundred and eight sword repairers withdrew from the Qimen gossip formation, just like when they came, and flew back to the back mountain with the sword.

The pilgrims crowded at the gate of the mountain just woke up like a dream, and immediately ran.

Many daring pilgrims deliberately ran past Xiao Luo, taking a peek at his face, as if they wanted to engrave this young man like a nine-day demon god in their hearts.

A childish voice came: "Daddy, Mommy, the Eighth Prince is so handsome, like a fairy in the sky."

"Call Your Highness."

"Will he become the emperor of our northern calendar in the future?"

"Good boy, stop talking, let's go home quickly."

When the last person walked away from the mountain gate, the blood in front of the trench had solidified, and there was only a piece of brown-stained land.

The Jingwu army stood in the wind, smelling the strong smell of blood, no one dared to move.

Xiao Luo came to them: "Below Chen Feng, who has the highest position?"

Two centurions walked out of the formation slowly, looked at each other, and answered bravely: "The Jingwu Army is special and does not need to march and fight, so there is no deputy general or partial general in accordance with the usual military regulations. Only we Two centurions."

Chen Feng was afraid that the power would fall to the side, so he simply managed everything by himself.

There has been no wind or rain for 20 years, and the recruited martial arts practitioners have nothing to do except practice.

The two centurions were even more relaxed. They only arranged for logistics and supplies every day, and occasionally practiced formation.

Xiao Luo looked at these two people, one was tall and strong, the other was short and dainty, both of them were over [-] years old, they should be veterans who had served for many years.

"Sign up."

Gao Da replied: "Liu Yi, a lowly post."

The savage said again: "Humble position Geng Shun."

"Liu Yi, Geng Shun, obey orders!"

The two held their heads high and shouted loudly: "Yes!"

"Clean up this place, tidy up the remnants of the comrades, and then lead the crowd back to the Badong Valley and raise the Xiao flag."

"Yes!"

"The title of the Jingwu Army will not be withdrawn, but since then there will be no general Zhenbei, only the Eighth Prince Xiao Luo."

"Yes!"

All Jingwu soldiers answered in unison, the setting sun in the western sky is like blood.

(End of this chapter)