The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

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Two arrows as thick as an ordinary human's arm were shot from the stone platform of Shenbi Peak.

The giant arrow screamed with anger and cut through the noisy and sleepless night, calling the vast sky to open its eyes!

Not many people don't wake up angry after being woken up.

Humans are like this, birds and beasts are like this, and God should be like this too.

Although they didn't express their dissatisfaction much, God's opening of eyes with resentment actually caused harm to the two Walais.

Hearing the sound of the crossbow ejecting from the far end, they opened their eyes desperately, trying to distinguish the giant arrow and dodge it.

Unexpectedly, the ray of morning light in the east was more dazzling than it had been in the past few days.

The moment he closed his eyes and tilted his head, two bodies as strong as cattle were penetrated by giant arrows!

It flew back several feet, and the big iron plates on their shoulders fell down together with the iron chain!

Falling into the sinkhole that you can see under your feet, but there are no traces of corpses and no sound of falling objects!

The Wala people had no time to grieve for the two of them, so they could only continue to devote themselves wholeheartedly to the unfinished business of forcibly crossing Lingxiaodu, so as not to let the sacrifices of the two and other compatriots be meaningless.

The Zhongzhou soldiers on Shenbi Peak all cheered and cheered each other up.

It has to be said that it is not easy to use these powerful but cumbersome mechanisms in front of martial arts warriors.

Two medium-sized crossbows fired at the same time and only hit one shot.

Another shot was kicked down by a top expert from Tiansha Palace.

In one night, this elite team of fifteen people had fired crossbow arrows hundreds of times, until they only hit the fifth shot just now!

He only defeated three opponents and injured two of them!

This is really a source of frustration for the soldiers and generals who have been struggling on the battlefield all year round.

They feel that they are useless!

Especially in front of the young couple on the iron chain, the brothers really thought that they were insignificant at all!

Yesterday evening, the Wala people finally succeeded in laying the second iron plate.

The luck that Yang Daxin and others had was in vain, and they felt deeply that the Wala people had finally grown their brains.

From that time to the first dawn of today, for a full five hours, Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei never had a chance to rest for a moment, facing the uninterrupted offensive of Wala Fang all the time.

None of the fifteen members of the elite guard team had slept a wink.

But what they can do is actually very limited.

It was Jiang Leng who withstood everything.

All the warriors in Walafang got on the iron chains and took turns attacking Jiang Leng's defense with infinitive combinations.

Walafang also did this a few days ago, but with little success.

This time the situation was much more bloody.

Bloody naturally means seeing blood.

The fight between the two sides before this was neither fierce nor dangerous, but except for the death of Tuo Tuo Ye Ni on the first day, there was almost no blood.

It's not because the two sides, who are regarded as enemies, are having fun in this extremely dangerous place.

It's because both sides still have room for success before that.

Walafang's leeway is more complicated.

Tiansha Palace is only here to help, it is the Wala people's business to sacrifice their lives, and they, the "non-staff", have a clear conscience when they do their best.

Of course, the six Wala warriors who initially received the instructions and their respective ideas did not intend to leave their lives on the Lingxiao Crossing, but to play a greater role after crossing the Lingxiao Crossing.

When Wala Fang realized that conquering Xia Lingxiao Crossing would have to cost some lives, the Wala warriors no longer left any room for themselves and cut off their escape route.

——As long as you can hurt or kill the gatekeeper in front of you, all efforts will be worth it!

Zhongzhou's leeway is very simple.

The length of the iron chains behind Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei must be at least thirty feet.

At this point, the two of them can still ensure that the iron chains within more than ten feet in front of them cannot be paved with iron plates.

Less than thirty feet, Lingxiaodu is basically equivalent to a fall!

Both sides have reasons why they cannot retreat.

The Wala people are willing to trade their lives for injuries and their lives for lives.

Jiang Leng and the two had no way out.

Both sides see each other's blood!

There were six inch-long scars on Jiang Yichen's face. Fortunately, there wasn't much flesh on his face, so they seemed to be minor injuries.

In contrast, the extra gaps in the luxurious silver-inlaid Phoenix robe from the shoulders to the back to the waist, as well as the bone wounds under the gaps, are shocking!

Except for a small corner of her earlobe that was cut off, Leng Mei's injuries were mostly on her arms, and the clothes on her body had not lost their basic function of keeping warm and keeping out the cold.

With two against many, this is almost the best outcome.

This isn't Jiang Yichen's responsibility.

It was thanks to the support of Leng Meiju's retreating formation that Jiang Yichen was able to fight his way in and out of the enemy formation.

If Jiang Yichen were to assist him, once Leng Mei was unable to do what he wanted after being trapped, there would be no turning back.

To injure Jiang Leng and Jiang Leng to such an extent, the price to pay is definitely not small.

Tiansha Palace paid for it with the lives of four first-rate masters, one of Jin Sanzhao's waist and one of Peng Lingting's ears.

If it weren't for the fact that two Oara warriors risked their lives to inflict two serious injuries on Jiang Yichen's body, and if it weren't for the dense Oara army behind him that had already pressed to the edge of the cliff, their eyes were filled with the will to die, and they were willing to make sacrifices at any time to cross the Lingxiao Ferry. I'm afraid he left in anger.

After five hours, there were still fifteen warriors in Walafang.

And the iron plates on Lingxiao Ferry have been laid for fifty feet!

Amidst the continuous sound of gold and iron clinking on the iron chain, and amid the curses of Yang Daxin and others, another iron plate fell down and clenched tightly on the iron chain.

For Walafang, the further they go, the more difficult it becomes to build the bridge.

Because the resistance between Jiang Leng and the two of them must be getting stronger and stronger!

Even if their lives have come to an end, they will burn themselves out to block the progress of the Wala people!

In the eyes of Yang Daxin and others, no matter how tenacious and unyielding Jiang Leng and others are, they are close to their limit. Can Lingxiao Crossing be able to hold on?

Before arriving, General Niu estimated that it would take ten days to mobilize 10,000 defenders to garrison the Tianzhu Mountains.

It has been nine days and eight nights.

The military order issued by Jiang Leng was to defend Lingxiao Crossing for five days after the Wala army attacked.

Five days have passed now.

There is no doubt that the two Jiang Leng fulfilled their promise very beautifully!

But this is not enough.

Because the Oara army will not retreat just because five days have passed.

Neither can Jiang Leng.

Therefore, Yang Daxin and the others had to stay together with Jiang Leng and others until at least the ten-day period passed, and until the foot of the mountain sent a message that the defense could be withdrawn.

Otherwise all these days of hard work and persistence will be in vain.

The day is obviously very short, but it always feels particularly long at this time.

"How many arrows are left?"

In fact, these days the arrows are not consumed very much, and Yang Da is confident of how many are left. He just feels annoyed and helpless that he can't use his energy, and wants to find something to say.

"Two hundred and seventy-eight medium crossbow arrows, and five thousand three hundred and thirty light crossbow arrows."

Not long after, Yang Daxin got the exact answer.

"Oh, so many more!"

Yang Daxin pretended to be surprised. He believed that everyone knew why there were so many arrows left.

Because the first two said it was unnecessary, there was no need to waste it when the accuracy of the shot could not be guaranteed.

But when the situation changed, they began to try to fire arrows to help the two in front share the pressure.

Now that the situation is grim, they need to do more and do better to be able to withstand the advancement of the Oara people.

Under the influence of the wind in the valley, the accuracy of the crossbows and crossbows at about fifty feet still deviated by more than one foot. The overall accuracy was still controllable, which was much better than the previous distance of more than sixty or seventy feet.

"Who has shot thousands of arrows in two days?" The guy understood what Yang Daxin meant, and his anxious mood began to become excited!

"But boss, my unicorn arms can withstand it, but I'm afraid these crossbow strings can withstand it..."

Snapped!

"Shut your crow mouth!"

"Boss, Ah Nao is talking nonsense, but these more than five thousand arrows are not enough for each of us to share a thousand arrows?"

Snapped!

"Only you, you are the only one who can count! If you can shoot quickly and accurately, I will obediently calibrate the crossbow bed. If the hit rate is not as good as mine, you will be responsible for moving things!"

Li Zhongwen, who is getting stronger and stronger, has quick eyes and quick hands to reward the chestnuts again.

The noise was soon replaced by an order.

"Lingxiaodu defenders obey orders!"

"exist!"

"Pick up the crossbow arrows, calibrate the crossbow machine, and fuck the fucking northern barbarians! Hold on to the last day!"

"Fuck you!"

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

The single-plank bridge is originally a narrow road.

You can make it difficult for the Walas to get through.

The Wala people can also make it impossible for you to get out.

Under the premise that the single-plank bridge cannot be damaged, whoever can knock someone over will be the master of the bridge.

No one can do anything about anyone, and we can only reach a deadlock.

The Pianshengwala people were well prepared and were able to widen the single-plank bridge. The successful crossing was the result they deserved after their hard work.

But they Zhongzhou people are not completely unprepared to come here to watch the show. They at least still have more than 5,000 arrows!

Even if the Wala people can cross the bridge in the end, they have to peel off the skin of the Wala people before that!

……

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Choking!

The two swords and the two axes clashed violently.

Jiang Yichen, whose left hand was mute and his right hand was iron-clad, had trembling arms, his hands were numb, and he could barely control the two swords.

The dwarf warrior's twin axes broke free from his hands and flew to freedom.

For Jiang Yichen, who rarely used two-handed swords, using a two-handed sword was a risk.

Compared with normal times, Jiang Yichen needed to be more distracted in handling the two swords, and he must be a little less focused.

Yang Daxin counted the days, and Jiang Yichen also counted them.

Today is the ninth day since they left Xixingguan, and they still need to survive at least this last day.

He didn't know if he could survive until the sun rose tomorrow.

Using two swords can distract your attention, and the pain on your body will also be dispersed. It should be able to last longer, right?

Even if it had a negligible psychological effect, Jiang Yichen could only firmly believe that wielding two swords would be more labor-saving to a certain extent.

So, he had a little more energy to knock away the short warrior's double axe!

Normally, the short warrior would have been killed by Jiang Yichen's sword in the next moment.

However, Jiang Yichen was tired after all. Even though he felt that he had drawn the sword quickly enough, he was still delayed for a moment.

This moment was enough for the short warrior to rush towards him with bare hands and no matter what.

Not only did the iron flower sword's edge fail to pierce the heart of the short warrior immediately, it even deflected a few points downward, and it failed to be pulled out immediately!

The dwarf warrior was not killed immediately.

Then he opened his bloody mouth and bit Jiang Yichen's neck!

Jiang Yichen only had time to turn his head to dodge, and bumped the short warrior's chin with his shoulder.

The short warrior moved closer and bit down on the exposed wound on Jiang Yichen's shoulder where the robe was damaged!

Ben uses the frost and snow energy to accelerate the scabbing wound and it is dripping with blood again!

Jiang Yichen bared his teeth in pain, temporarily released the Dark Mute Sword with his left hand, and struck the vital part of the short warrior's neck with a strike of the Heavenly Sorrow's Plum-Breaking Hand!

"Aha!--"

The short warrior was already at the end of his strength, but he was almost silenced by Jiang Yichen's palm again.

But even though he was about to die, he still tore a piece of flesh and blood from Jiang Yichen's shoulder!

Jiang Yichen, who had always been able to bear the pain silently, couldn't help but cry out.

Not only that, the short warrior, whose eyes were red and about to fade into darkness, still tightly hugged Jiang Yichen's right leg before taking his last breath!

Even if he dies, he will bring Jiang Yichen into the abyss together!

Seeing this scene, the three remaining Wara warriors looked like sharks smelling blood.

The eyes of the three of them lit up at the same time with determination and determination as if they were looking forward to death!

Being able to drag this new generation swordsman from Zhongzhou into the abyss is worth it even if the three of them are buried together!

They did it as they thought, and the three of them scrambled, fearing that if they were half a minute slower, the other party would have a chance to escape.

The two swords of the two Vala warriors arrived in almost no particular order, and the four blades blocked Jiang Yichen's dodge space.

The only way out is to lie down on the side, fall down the chain, and then find a way out.

Jiang Yichen didn't have time to think too much, and he led the short warrior to the rope and fell to the side.

When he pulled the iron foil sword out of the short warrior's chest and cut off the opponent's arms in one fell swoop, the two double-sword warriors jumped up and approached!

Jiang Yichen can use the short warrior as a human shield, but how can he escape the blockade of two dual-sword warriors who die together?

The dual-machine warrior was a little late and was blocked by two giant arrows.

After he knocked away two giant arrows, Leng Mei had already reached him!

When Jiang Yichen was forced to fall out of the iron chain, Leng Mei, Yang Daxin and others were not idle.

Leng Mei could risk everything to save Jiang Yichen, but she couldn't give up the last bit of control over the iron chain. Otherwise, even if Jiang Yichen was saved, the two of them would just become fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered by Wala Fang.

So Leng Mei could only choose to believe that Jiang Yichen could handle everything.

Yang Daxin and others could not save Jiang Yichen, but they knew very well that now it was time to help Leng Mei stabilize the situation on the iron chain, and not let the other Walas and Tiansha Palace helpers free their hands to target Jiang Yichen.

Precisely because Zhongzhou still had a clear tactical thinking at this critical moment, Wala and Tiansha Palace finally missed the opportunity to send Jiang Yichen into hell.

After leaving the iron chain, the two Vala warriors also completely lost the position they originally relied on to defend. With nothing to rely on in the air, they could block Jiang Yichen's sword energy and his meteor style, but they could not stop Jiang Yichen. He relied on his agile movement to get close to them, leaving fatal sword wounds on their bodies, and leaping upward on their bodies!

The double-maced warrior was concerned about the situation under the iron chain, and was unexpectedly hit by two hidden arrows. Immediately afterwards, Leng Mei wiped his neck with double thorns and kicked off the iron chain.

After a breath, a pair of feet landed on the back of the double-armed warrior one after another, stepping on the opponent like a crane flying high on the ground, spreading its wings and soaring upward!

Leng Mei never glanced down from the beginning to the end.

She trusts him.

She also received ideal feedback from the slightly flustered and surprised reactions of the three guardians of Tiansha Palace.

Yang Daxin and others, who held their breath and did not dare to look down, couldn't help but smile and let out a sigh of relief when they saw the figure reappearing.

Jiang Yichen jumped more than five feet upward, far higher than the iron chain.

In the air, he unexpectedly saw an inexplicable exclamation and commotion coming from the Oala Army's formation on the other side.

It only took a moment from the time he fell down the iron chain and came back up again, and all the Wala warriors were gone!

It seems that the only opponents left between him and Leng Mei are the people of Tiansha Palace.

But the Wala people obviously didn't think so, and a bunch of bows and arrows were aimed at him and Leng Mei!

Their warrior is gone, and they will continue to fight like the warrior!

Bang!

Jiang Yichen only felt his eyelids twitch. More than twenty feet away to the left, five or six Wala people exploded into a pool of blood mist in the blink of an eye!

The faces of Wala and everyone in Tiansha Palace showed looks of horror.

Leng Mei couldn't help but turn sideways and look back at Jiang Yichen, looking at him blankly.

Soon, a figure appeared in the middle of Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei's field of vision and position!

"Hurry up and hurry up. Finally it's not too late."

This voice sounded unfamiliar to Jiang Yichen, but it was not unfamiliar either. After all, he had only drank with a few Jianghu people.

Wearing a black brocade robe, a black cloak, a rare black high-top round eaves, and the astonishing ability to turn three or five people into a ball of blood mist with one move.

Who else could this person be if he wasn't Huang Qingxuan, the leader of the Fourteen Evil Men in Zhongzhou? !

The chapter name is purely modal, I don’t know if it will pass the review~~~

It's the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the last day of the Spring Festival holiday.

But everyone, please continue to be happy in the new year!