Merry Evil Zun Xiuxian Ji

In the middle of the night, even under the pressure of the enemy outside the city, the city is still silent, except for the sporadic soldiers patrolling the city, all the doors are closed, and everything is in a hazy sleepiness !

Lao Jia, who was guarding the city, held the spear in his hand and yawned. He did not forget to raise his eyelids high and stared at the outside of the city. It was impossible not to stare. The horses of those male and noble tribes were more than ten miles away. Standing here, you can see a big piece of flames, which is the camp of the Nanhe barbarians.

Next to him was a young man who looked about ten or nine years old. He was even thinner than Lao Jia. Seeing that the upper eyelid is about to defeat the lower eyelid, and they will be together forever with the lower eyelid, Lao Jia slammed the spear in his hand on the young man's forehead, like a clapper being knocked, the spear trembled endlessly , the young man didn't feel sleepy at all, squatting on the ground, covering his head and yelling like a toothache. Fortunately, the sound was not loud enough to scare the whole city.

The young man covered his head and stood up. Lao Jia stretched out his feet and kicked the young man's ass, and snorted coldly: "I asked you to come up to look outside, and that one told you to come to sleep? Standing on this city wall for a day, you Just keep my eyes wide open and stare outside. Your mother, brother and sister are all in the city. If you can’t see it at a glance and are rushed to the bottom by those savages, your mother, brother and sister You know what will happen to you? Will you be annoyed by then?"

The young man rubbed his head, muttered and stopped talking, and Lao Jia also restrained his erect eyes, yawned, and continued to look out of the city.

The young man also grew his eyes and looked out of the city. After a long while, he suddenly asked: "Boss, you are an old soldier, tell me, can we hold it?"

After hearing the words, Lao Jia didn't speak for a while, and finally said: "Yes! If you can hold it, you have to hold it if you can't. If you can hold it or not, can we guys the size of sesame seeds decide what to do? We little guys In the end it was just a struggle."

The young man was speechless when he heard the words. Indeed, these little ants can control things like city battles. In the end, the city guard and the barbarians outside have the final say. All you can do is struggle.

When the young man was feeling melancholy, he suddenly heard a popping sound, and then felt something hot splashed on his face. The young man was taken aback, and when he turned his head to look, his eyes grew to the extreme along the river. Beside him, Lao Jia, who was still talking just now, now only has half of his head left, and the other half is slowly rolling in the air like a water scoop, and what splashes on his face is naturally Lao Jia's blood!

The young man's throat seemed to be pinched, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, standing there motionless, but after a moment, the young man reacted, opened his mouth, and was about to shout loudly, However, it was doomed that his loud cry would never be born. There was a popping sound from his throat, and a feathered arrow pierced his neck in one stroke. The blood and sharp arrow body sealed his throat in one stroke. Stopped, his body couldn't bear the ferocious power of the arrow, his feet kicked back involuntarily, and finally he sat down on the ground, at this moment, he stretched out his hands unwillingly to grab the feather arrow embedded in his neck , the trembling arrow feathers are divided into five colors up and down, which are the feathers of the five-color brocade pheasant that are only found in typical male and barbarian tribes.

At the other end of the arrow feathers, dark figures began to appear one by one. The young man didn't know how these guys climbed the 30-meter-high city wall. He watched these guys more and more coldly, and he wanted to To shout loudly, unfortunately, life is constantly flowing out of his neck, the cold feeling surrounds him and invades him, a savage guy in animal clothes is walking towards him, he sees the white and shiny neck Long knife, this is a long knife specially used by the Nanhe barbarians. The blade is sharp and the back is thick. It will be very difficult for ordinary people to use this kind of knife, and only natural fighters like the Nanhe barbarians can operate it satisfactorily.

Hearing that this knife is very sharp and heavy, Lao Jia keeps talking about the saying that ten knives can break the city gate...

The young man was thinking like this, and then he heard a crack, and the picture in front of him was turned upside down, and he even saw his own body that was spurting blood...

There were ten people who climbed to the top of the city together, and those who could pass through the strange fish mud pond were definitely not good people.

The ten guys in animal clothes looked at each other, and then they swayed and scattered around.

As soon as they left, two figures appeared here. There was no emotion in Chang Xiao's eyes. Everything in this world had little to do with him, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the battle of the city here. The fight between the two groups of ants on the ground is really interesting. Maybe I untied the belt and drowned both parties in a piss.

The expression on the face of the ancestor in white robe behind Chang Xiao was not so natural. After all, he was born here, and he was one of a group of ants in Chang Xiao's eyes. It is unrealistic and impossible to be separated from the one here, the white-robed patriarch turned his head to look into the city, and the things in his eyes were caught by Chang Xiao.

"You want to save this city?" Chang Xiao asked straightforwardly.

There was a conflicted expression on the face of the white-robed patriarch, and after a short pause to inquire about his heart, the white-robed patriarch nodded: "The Nanhe barbarians are the most brutal when they break the city, and the whole city must be bloodbathed. There may not be half a stranger left in the city!"

Chang Xiao still said straightforwardly: "If you want to save, you can save it. The days you can do whatever you want are limited. In other worlds, you probably won't have the chance to express your feelings like this!"

Hearing the words, the white-robed patriarch twitched his white eyebrows slightly, and said in doubt: "But, this is the best chance for us to leave this city..."

Chang Xiao waved his hand and said: "There are many opportunities. If I want to leave, there are not many who can keep me! You go, I will wait for you here, and give you a quarter of an hour. Of course, if you die, I'm leaving."

The white-robed patriarch gritted his teeth, then nodded, tiptoed slightly, his figure was like a white swallow, and flew towards one of the dozen or so figures.

The white-robed patriarch is also an outstanding existence in Taoism, and the ones who sneaked into the city this time are just warriors. It is very simple for the white-robed patriarch to deal with such a guy. He often smiled and closed his eyes slightly , pour all the spiritual perception into the ears, and if the ears that often laugh are in the wind, they can at least hear the sound a thousand meters away. At this time, they have heard everything within a thousand meters of the city wall. Hearing muffled groans one after another, the sound of gushing blood echoed in his ears continuously, Chang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and then there was a loud clang of metal and iron clashing in Chang Xiao's ears, the whole sleeping The whole city was awakened by the loud clanging.

The white-robed old man flew back like a fallen leaf with a surprised expression on his face. There was still a trembling blue-purple sword energy ringing continuously at his fingertips. After chasing after him, the Xueliang long knife in the man's hand exploded with a blazing light, and slashed at the white-robed patriarch fiercely!

Going forward bravely, even if this knife falls in Chang Xiao's eyes, there is a sense of surprise.

Some existences may be far inferior to Chang Xiao in cultivation, and their realm is even worse, but he has used a certain technique to the extreme and brought it to the extreme. This is a miraculous skill!

This saber was fierce and mighty, although there was no other majestic momentum except for the flash of the saber's light, and even the surrounding air hadn't been disturbed, but Chang Xiao knew that this was the man who had killed everything. All the auras that can be restrained are all restrained, and all of them are poured into the blade, which means that this blade has reached the ultimate in the world. If the light of the scorching sword can be stored again, then this blade is the ultimate in the world. !Even if you often laugh at the sword, you may not be able to reach such an extreme state.In terms of knife skills, this man is so brilliant!

Clearly, if the white-robed patriarch was ten feet away, he would still be able to avoid the knife. At this time, the distance between the white-robed patriarch and the man in animal clothes was only five steps, and the white-robed patriarch definitely couldn't dodge it. Open this knife!

The pupils of the white-robed patriarch's eyes suddenly shrank, and it was too late for him to escape. The white-robed patriarch's mouth was full of bitterness, and he didn't expect that he had found a way to leave here, but he died here at this moment!

With a buzzing sound, a pair of fingers came out of nowhere, and they clamped the long knife at once. The power in the knife, after touching something, exploded violently, often laughing at the ground under his feet. With a bang, the cracks opened, and hundreds of cracks bloomed in an instant. These are all the sword energy condensed in this knife. This knife collapsed a gap.

Amidst the dust, the man with an ancient face narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously he never expected that one day his knife would be caught between two fingers.

Chang Xiao clamped the man's long knife with his fingers, and turned the wrist of the other hand, and there was an extra sword, a silver armored sword!

Chang Xiao is not obsessed with swordsmanship and swordsmanship. What he cultivates is the way of heaven and immortality. In his eyes, swordsmanship and swordsmanship are just twigs. Although there is a saying that the way of swords is used, such a guy often I really haven't seen a few of them.