Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 227 Killing

The bright autumn day was gradually covered by clouds, and the vision of dozens of farmers in the golden wheat field was overcast. Then, the sudden burst of magic light pierced the eyes, and instinctively raised the sleeves to cover the face, and bowed their heads. moment--

The figures surrounding the ox cart rushed towards them, one by one hastily backed away, and there were also casual cultivators at the Golden Core level who were not afraid, a round of golden circles flew out of their hands, and smashed in front of the four god statues, causing ripples at the same time , Qin Qiong let out a cold snort, and the forty-foot figure suddenly took a step, and the bronze mace fell down like a giant pillar, pressing down on the golden circle, together with the casual cultivator, and crashed to the ground.

At this time, the casual cultivators all around suddenly approached and pushed towards Chen Yuan. There was not much cooperation between them, but the goal was clear. Instead of fighting with these summoned gods and men, it is better to take one person directly, as long as Chen Yuan is killed or captured. Stay, everything is easily solved.

"Don't fight with these gods and men, just kill that Chen Yuan—"

Someone was shouting wildly in the crowd, and as soon as the words fell, a cold arrow flew towards him with a "swoosh" dragged by the magic light. This person had a magic weapon to protect him, and the moment he nailed it to his chest, his figure disappeared in an instant, and then appeared, Already outside the crowd, he looked, and in the chaos at the beginning, there was a phantom of a veteran in armor with white beard and beard rising on the roof of the carriage, shooting arrows non-stop at the rushing casual cultivators.

Around the carriage, Ran Min grabbed a big rock by the edge of the field with one hand, and threw it out with a whistling sound. The three casual cultivators who came carrying spells and magic weapons shrank suddenly, pinching out their fingers one after another, and the big rock hit them with a bang. The air in front of him was shattered, and the splashed stone chips hit the carriage, causing the carriage to shake slightly.

Almost at the same time, Wu Mourning Heavenly King, once named by the barbarians, rushed out with a double-edged spear in his hand. The spear hit the air where the boulder had just hit, piercing a circle of ripples. The body of the spear was almost bent, and the mouth burst out "Ah!" roared, pushing the three casual cultivators of different realms back together.

Although there is no body left, the strength of that body is only strong but not weak. The burly figure stepped on the ground and exploded step by step. In a matter of seven or eight, Ran Min suddenly retracted his long soldiers, twisted his steps, folded his body and waved his arms, The two-edged spear made a huge circle, and swept it in front of the three people with a cold light.

There was an imperceptible fragmentation in the air, and the three casual cultivators spat out blood, rolled over in mid-air and knelt down on the ground, and still spared no effort to move back a few feet, rolling backwards.

Ran Min wanted to rush forward, but a loose cultivator rushed towards him like a hand-to-hand combat. Suddenly, a figure pierced through and intercepted the purple-black casual cultivator. When Ran Min turned his head, it was Zu Di, who had heard the chicken dancing, crossed The crowd, pushing the casual cultivator with a sword, pierced countless flames on the opponent's body.

"What are you doing, kill!"

On the side, the young general on horseback stroked the red helmet fringe and passed over with a sword. His voice said: "No need to thank, the opportunity is rare, let's kill together!"

Ran Min hung the double-edged spear, staring blankly at the young general who rushed forward and collided with a casual cultivator. He remembered that the other party was Huo Qubing.

Looking at the gods and men who are helping each other and cooperating with each other, for some reason, Ran Min felt a little warmth in his heart.

Back then, my adoptive father broke his promise to me, thinking that he saw through the hypocrisy of the world and took advantage of countless generous and heroic people...

...and end up alone.

Unexpectedly, so many years after his death... Ran Min looked at the young general on horseback, and the rough face of Zu Di, with a slight smile on his rough face. He kicked the long soldier with his toes and held it in his hand, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"You two, Ran is here to help you!"

One person with one spear, rushed into the crowd, and the former heavenly king returned.

……

Chen Yuan looked at the fighting around her, and didn't make any waves in her heart. No matter whether they were kept in the dark or not, as long as they dared to come, he would kill them.

Nothing to feel guilty about.

In the field of vision, within a dozen or so casual cultivators, a few people have been reduced, and some were pushed outside by other gods and men.Zhuge Kongming and Zhou Yu walked hand in hand, the latter blew out a ball of flames, the former raised a flap of his hand, rolling up a wave of fire, instantly covering a casual cultivator opposite, the other party extinguished the flames on his sleeve, one sank to the ground, arched a The lump of soil quickly extended to the two of them. Zhou Yu drew his sword, wiped out a round of cold light, and plunged into the approaching soil bag, and blood gushed out from the soil.

"Don't get entangled with those four idols!"

Four or five people attacked the door god, and all the spells were blocked. One of the old ascetics yelled, seeing that there were two people not stopping, he had to take the other two companions to speed up to avoid the four statues in front of him.

Seeing Chen Yuan next to the carriage, the old man swung his staff to open an arrow shot from the carriage, and shouted, "Save your life!"

Behind the old man, two companions stepped on the ground, dragging out afterimages at a high speed, and hit more than a dozen dolls who intercepted from the side. The young man locked up.

However, what met the two of them was a pair of halberds and a long knife. Two burly and huge bodies carried the incoming magic weapon, and they rammed into the two of them like a chariot.

—Guards!
At the same time that Dian Wei and Xu Chu's bodies burst apart, they also directly sent blood from the mouths and noses of the two ascetics, and they flew together. When they spared no effort to push towards the old man, the latter jumped up and stepped on the shoulders and heads of the two gods. Flying forward and plunging down, with the mana gathered in both hands, a ball of dharma light was shot out, and at the same time, a silver spear burst out with a dragon's chant, and the tip of the spear was connected, quickly bringing out a series of overlapping spear shadows, completely killing the two dharma groups. The light detonated in mid-air.

In the raging wind and waves, Zhao Yun's face was stern, and he jumped out of the white light as if he had a sympathy with the white horse below him, and collided with the old man. The attack followed, and a small part of it was the speed of the white-robed and silver-armored god who was too fast. The moment a shot pierced the cloth on his shoulder, he grabbed the barrel of the gun with his backhand and dragged it. Zhao Yun twisted back with one hand, turning the body of the gun , Forcibly took back the gentian from the old man.

sigh -

The horse neighed, and the man stood up, Zhao Yun's cloak unfolded with a 'wow', and the other hand was pulled out from his waist, pulling out a cold sword light, and slashing fiercely.

Dodged by the old man, he landed on the ground and flew along the side of the horse, stretching out a hand to grab Chen Yuan over there.

The moment the old man pinched the ankle, the old man was ecstatic, but he dragged his hands vigorously, but the feet in his eyes did not move at all. He raised his face slightly, and saw Chen Yuan's expressionless lowered head and cold eyes.

"Do you really think that I can do nothing but summon gods?"

Only then did the old man see the formula in Chen Yuan's sleeve, his eyes narrowed immediately, he turned around and flew up, and pulled out an iron needle from his sleeve. It is still up to him to get into the center of the opponent's eyebrows and freeze the soul, which is why he must get close.

If it is too far away, it will be blocked by the four idols of the opponent. Only at such a distance can it be hit with every shot.

With a flick of his fingertips, the iron needle in the old man's hand shot out with a cold light, and directly sank into Chen Yuan's forehead. The smile on his face hadn't faded, and the figure in front of him disappeared with a bang, leaving only a branch falling to the ground.

"This... this guy, how many spells does he know?!"

The art of stick joints is a rare technique, and I didn't expect that the other party would know it. The moment I thought about it, Chen Yuan showed her figure on the carriage, her clothes fluttering, her hair fluttering, and there was a floating magic sword beside her. , the moon shadow engraved on the sword is hazy, and it rotates softly with the sound of 'Kaka'.

next moment.

Dragging the sword light, it flew over, and the sunlight reflected the shadow of the sword, passing directly through the old man's body.

Swordsmanship! !

This was the last thought of the old man, his chest was bloody and bloody, he grunted his mouth with difficulty, opened his eyes wide and fell down with a bang.

……

"Chen Daoyou!"

At this moment, a familiar voice was calling from a distance. On the roof of the carriage, Chen Yuan turned her head and narrowed her eyes following the direction of the voice.

A group of dozens of people is rushing towards here.

(End of this chapter)