Zongwu: People on Peach Blossom Island rely on their understanding to become immortals

The tall man slowly got up, his face full of anger and unwillingness, and said coldly: "Do you think you can deal with us with just these people? Today, Lin Changfeng, you will definitely die!"

Lin Changfeng had no expression on his face, slowly pulled out the long sword from the scabbard, and a cold light flashed.

"Just you?" He responded lightly.

At this time, a burst of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from the trees in the distance.

Then, a group of fully armed knights appeared and quickly surrounded the entire battlefield.

The tall man's face changed drastically: "Murong Fu's reinforcements are coming!"

Lin Changfeng's mouth corners slightly raised, with a sneer in his eyes: "It seems that it's time to end."

"How is it possible..." The tall man exclaimed, but his voice was instantly covered by a gust of wind.

The whole scene fell into a dead silence.

Lin Changfeng stood in the center of the battlefield, and the sword edge still flickered like cold moonlight.

He did not make any extra movements, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at the enemies around him.

Although the number of enemies was large,

But in front of Lin Changfeng's momentum, it seemed like a paper-pasted wall that could collapse at any time.

"Kill!" With the order of the tall man, the enemy launched another fierce attack.

But Lin Changfeng's figure had disappeared like the wind.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the enemy, waving his sword quickly, with a cold light flashing.

"Slash with the wind!" Lin Changfeng shouted, and the sword body swept forward like a storm.

The enemies had no time to react, and the formation of the entire team was torn apart in an instant.

Every move of Lin Changfeng's swordsmanship carried a strong killing intent.

With each sword, the enemies fell to the ground one after another, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Even the tall man did not expect that several elite men around him would be defeated so easily.

The whole person suddenly felt a chill.

"Is this all you have?"

Lin Changfeng's voice was a little disdainful.

His eyes swept over the fallen enemies, and he didn't seem to think that this battle was difficult.

"Damn Lin Changfeng!" The tall man gnashed his teeth and roared, his eyes full of anger and fear.

He knew in his heart that facing a peerless master like Lin Changfeng, no matter how much he resisted, it would be in vain.

However, as a remnant of Murong Fu.

He couldn't just give up, he was still thinking about restoring the country and overthrowing the current situation.

The tall man stood up suddenly, with a crazy light in his eyes.

"Even if I die, I will take you with me!"

Lin Changfeng smiled indifferently, walked towards him lightly, and the coldness in his eyes did not diminish.

"Want to restore the country? How can you talk about restoring the country when you can't even save your life?"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Changfeng's figure swayed, and the sword blade instantly cut through the air and pointed directly at the tall man's chest.

However, at this moment, a burst of hurried horse hooves suddenly came from the trees in the distance.

"Reinforcements?"

The tall man's eyes lit up, and a glimmer of hope surged in his heart.

Sure enough, a team of fully armed knights appeared in sight and quickly surrounded the entire battlefield.

"Lin Changfeng, you don't have a chance to be arrogant anymore!"

The tall man panted and stared at Lin Changfeng fiercely.

Murong Fu's reinforcements finally arrived, and the situation of this battle will be reversed in an instant.

Lin Changfeng's eyes sank slightly, and he did not panic because of the increase in the number of enemies.

He glanced at these knights coldly, and then looked at Zhou Botong, "Xiaotong, retreat!"

Zhou Botong has fought side by side with Lin Changfeng for many years and has long understood every move of his master.

He nodded and immediately stood side by side with Lin Changfeng.

However, just as they were about to get away, a sword sound suddenly resounded through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow quickly passed through the air and rushed towards the enemy formation with an astonishing speed.

"Who is it?" The tall man was shocked and looked back in a hurry.

A hint of coldness flashed in Lin Changfeng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "It's me."

Before he finished speaking, the sword had already cut through the air, sweeping towards the reinforcements that suddenly appeared with a strong wind.

The sword light poured down like a storm, quickly beheading several knights.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became more tense in an instant.

The knight team that was originally besieging seemed to be in chaos at this moment.

"Stop!"

A hoarse voice came from the team.

A middle-aged man in black armor walked out of the crowd.

His eyes were cold and sharp, obviously not an ordinary soldier.

Lin Changfeng sneered and stared at the man, "Are you Murong Fu's man?"

"That's right." The man in black armor nodded, "I am Murong Fu's deputy general, Wei Long. You are dead today!"

Lin Changfeng did not respond, but gently gripped the hilt.

"Since you are here, let's go togetherI'll send you off."

Wei Long's face changed, and he quickly ordered: "Go! You must kill Lin Changfeng!"

"Yes!" Several knights drew their swords, and then rushed towards Lin Changfeng and Zhou Botong.

However, their movements were easily avoided by Lin Changfeng.

His swordsmanship was like a ghost, sometimes sweeping horizontally, sometimes slashing vertically, and almost every sword could accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

In just a few seconds, several knights fell to the ground, and the blood dyed the battlefield red.

"Your strength is far behind." Lin Changfeng's tone was cold, without any emotion.

Wei Long's face was gloomy.

He didn't expect that Murong Fu's reinforcements were so vulnerable.

And at this moment, another figure gradually emerged in the distance.

"Wei Long, retreat! "

The man who came was Murong Fu. Although he had lost his martial arts, he still kept a cool head.

The ambition to restore the country flashed in his eyes.

"Murong Fu? You dare to show up?" Lin Changfeng said coldly.

"I want to see if you can kill me!" Murong Fu's eyes were full of cruelty.

Lin Changfeng did not answer, and swung the sword again, with the cold sword energy pointing directly at Murong Fu.

"Heh... Think you can kill me easily? You are still far away!" Murong Fu sneered, but his eyes were full of ferocity.

At the moment when the two swords clashed.

Lin Changfeng's sword had cut through the air and pierced Murong Fu's heart with deadly speed.

"Can you bear it? "Lin Changfeng whispered.

Lin Changfeng's sword passed like lightning, and Murong Fu had no time to react. He only felt a chill in his chest.

He lowered his head slightly and saw blood dripping slowly along the sword blade to the ground.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "After all... I still failed."

Lin Changfeng put away his sword and stood, looking at the fallen enemy expressionlessly.

For him, dealing with these so-called rebels is just a routine matter.

He turned around and glanced around, his eyes as cold as frost: "Who else wants to continue to help him restore his country?"

The remaining people around looked at each other, fear in their hearts. Lin Changfeng's strength and ruthlessness have deeply shocked them.

"Since no one responds, let's stop here." Lin Changfeng said lightly, his tone full of unquestionable majesty.