Zhai Le secretly observed the battle situation.
Draw your bow and arrow, and shoot away the enemy who sneaks up on the "thief".
They quickly came to the side of the "thief", kindly lent a hand, and rescued him from the siege. The "thief" was covered in blood, and it was unknown how long he had been fighting before they arrived.
I am holding on entirely by sheer willpower.
The knife handle slipped out of his hand and he collapsed to the ground: "Thank you, my friend..."
"Thank you, forget it. Just change your ways from now on."
Because he helped the "thief", Zhai Le became a thorn in the eyes of all the enemies. Looking at the waves of enemies coming to attack him, even if he was a tough guy, he realized that something was wrong. He asked the "thief": "Who are these people? Whose assassins are they?"
But what he wanted to ask more was - what exactly did this "thief" steal that caused him to be hunted down like this
The "thief" did not answer his question but gritted his teeth and raised his knife to kill the enemy. Seeing that the communication was not going well, Zhai Le could only sigh and accompany him.
I couldn't help but murmur in my heart -
Brother Shen, him and the "thief", three people, two are brave warriors and one is a literary man, no matter how you look at it, it is Brother Shen's assistance that can maximize the chances of winning...
"Starry sky!"
Just as Zhai Le was shooting arrows and wondering whether his brother would fall from the sky, the situation suddenly changed!
Countless black and white words surged like waves, instantly covering the entire village, forming a huge black and white chessboard with criss-crossing patterns.
Zhai Le shouted in ecstasy: "Brother, you are finally here!"
The visitor did not respond.
He had not seen the man, but he had heard his voice. He calmly chanted: "He is wise and prudent, protecting himself, working day and night without slacking off, serving one person!"
Be prudent and protect yourself!
The black and white spirits rose up and intertwined to form a cocoon, protecting the most seriously injured "thief", and he remained motionless despite the enemy's blades. Next came Shen Tang, and finally Zhai Le. Because of this detail, he knew without turning around that the person coming was not my brother.
Flames shot up into the sky, weapons clashed, and blood splattered.
The scholar in Confucian robes looked solemn as he coldly watched the chaotic battle below, having no idea how the fight started.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Looking at the bodies lying on the ground, Qi Shan knew that the situation would not end well. The only solution now was to kill all the enemies present. Compared with the living people who were unpredictable, the dead could keep their mouths shut! He turned his eyes to Shen Xiaolangjun who was fighting with the Yanlingdao strongman, and his calm face finally showed a ripple.
This drunk is really crazy!
Not only can he not hold his alcohol tolerance, but he also has such bad drinking habits!
Qi Shan was disgusted but he still had to clean up the mess. The Wen Xin flower seal on his waist glowed with light and he opened his lips slightly.
"I am indecisive."
As the words came out, two balls of literary energy like sticky running water surged up under Qi Shan's feet, one black and one white.
In just one breath, the Wen Qi stretched to the height of a person, and finally turned into two "people" who looked exactly like Qi Shan.
Three people have three hearts, and each person is responsible for one side.
The word spirit of Qishan can not only turn one into three, but also double the literary energy in a short period of time. This is determined to keep all these people below, leaving no one alive!
Yanling Sword Warrior: "..."
He spent a lot of effort and ran thousands of miles to chase and kill. He thought he had finally killed the target and was about to close the net, but who knew that people would come out one after another to disrupt the situation. The first sword-wielding boy who ran over was a scholar, but he was only concerned with fighting and had no intention of supporting his companions. The second black-clothed boy had amazing archery skills, but he was still young after all, so he was not to be feared.
The third one—
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TM came with murderous intent and wanted to kill!
The combination of three people plus a seriously injured Ninth Grade Fifth Doctor... No matter how you look at it, it's impossible to keep the target.
He gritted his teeth and looked angrily at the "thief" who was protected by Zhai Le behind him. The blood blocking his heart almost suffocated him to death.
What's the difference between this and sowing seeds, applying fertilizers and tending to the fields, and then waiting anxiously for harvest time to be dominated by bandits who show up and rob all the rice
I sow the seeds and you have to apply the fertilizer yourself.
In the end, picking fruits has nothing to do with me!
He was torn between his conscience and his desires, but in the end, he reluctantly decided to retreat—A gentleman's revenge is never too late! I'll settle accounts with these people later! Qi Shan discovered his intentions at the first moment and used his literary energy to build a wall to block his way.
The warrior with the goose-feather sword didn't even look at it and swung his sword to split it.
Qi Shan sneered. He knew that this kind of wall without military support was very fragile, but it was enough to delay the target for a while. As expected, the drunkard with a sword came over in a minute, leaping over, with the sword pointed directly at his face.
A horseman with a hook-scythe.
A foot fighter with a long sword.
No matter how you look at it, Shen Tang is the one who suffers.
But Shen Tang was more agile than a monkey, jumping up and down with unlimited energy, while the advantage of the Yanling Sword Warrior turned into a disadvantage. He was not as agile as Shen Tang, and his offense and defense were severely constrained. In the end, the Yanling Sword Warrior was really irritated.
He performed an action that was familiar to everyone except Shen Tang—activating his martial courage and taking out the tiger talisman hanging around his waist!
The scarlet qi rushed towards the silver stage like a roaring beast, its arrogance overwhelmed the surging black and white literary energy for a time.
When Zhai Le saw this situation, he secretly said, "Not good."
Qi Shan was furious when he saw that Shen Tang did not retreat but was still trying to attack. He could no longer expect that Shen Xiaolang would be "in tune with him", so he planned to forcibly "transfer" him away.
All this happened in a flash.
After the red energy rushed up to the sky, it scattered everywhere like raindrops, transforming into soldiers with red bodies and wearing red rattan armor. At first glance, there were at least three or four hundred people. The eighth-level Gongcheng, Wudan Tiger Talisman can drive 400 soldiers. In layman's terms, it means shaking people and shaking 400 younger brothers.
And Shen Tang—
He just rushed into the middle of four hundred people.
She was under siege.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Shan prepared to transfer Shen Tang away to relieve the pressure, but the situation changed again.
The young man in black holding a bow also offered up the tiger talisman—
A seventh-rank duke can command 350 soldiers.
As the black energy fell to the ground and turned into black-armored soldiers, Zhai Le used the tiger talisman to order them to fight with the red-armored soldiers.
A fight between dozens of people turned into a battle involving thousands of people!
The pressure on Shen Tang suddenly eased and he shifted his gaze.
In terms of head, the warrior with the Yanling sword is the most valuable.
She misstepped and muttered to herself while holding the sword.
"No trip is too long."
The sword shadows are dense and intertwined into a net.
He walked towards the direction of the warrior with the goose-feather sword as if he was strolling in the garden. His afterimage passed by along the way, and all the red-armored soldiers were beheaded with one sword.
Qi Shan said: "Don't chase after a desperate enemy!"
Shen Tang didn't care: "I'll chase him! Chase him to his grandmother's house!"
Qishan: “…”
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, galloping like..."
Shen Tang did not hesitate to draw the literary energy from the Danfu Wenxin, and urged the Word Spirit to chase after him. As a result, after half a sentence, the remaining half of the Danfu was emptied in an instant. A strong sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body, the long sword dissipated, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground with a snap.
She is sober now.
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