"Even the four great gods in Xuanwei's army have been invited over. Who is the sacred person to surround and kill today?"

"You actually want to use these four great gods?"

"this……"

In this killing game, there were naturally many people who knew who the man in this courtyard was as clear as the Demon Sect. However, more practitioners and soldiers came only to accept military orders and did not know who the practitioners in this courtyard were. They came to this courtyard from all over the city, and many of them were drawn from other places and northern border troops. Many of them had been rushing to the road before, and they didn't even know that the Empress Dowager was the most secretive saint among the Three Saints of the South.

But at this time, these four arrow lights appeared, and all the practitioners who had been in the army who had been in the killing formation for a long time suddenly felt cold in their hearts.

Among the five border troops, the four arrow masters under the seat of Qi Rushan, the General Xuanwei, are all practitioners of Chengtian Realm, and they are the only existence in the world who can arrange the shot arrows into arrow formations. In the battles of the border troops, the role of these four arrow masters far exceeds that of the sword masters of Chengtian Realm, so in the eyes of those border generals, these four arrow masters are simply the four great gods that should be offered.

General Xuanwei Qi Rushan also regarded these four archers as treasures. In the past, when the border troops seconded the practitioners, he never borrowed these four archers, but now these four archers were all transferred from Xuanwei's border troops. Even if you think about it, the target they are going to surround and kill today must be above the realm of divine thoughts.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Four giant elephants were hard at the ground. The power of this unique arrow formation had already completely surpassed the Chengtian Realm, and even was secretly close to the peak of the Divine Thought Realm.

The surging and violent force instantly tore everything in the courtyard, the mud and stone walls, the flowers and plants in the courtyard, the stone bench that the Demon Sect had just sat on, the chair under Ziyun, and his figure.

The body of the man with a temperament of dust seemed to be torn apart by the violent force and the chair under him, but his body was scattered without any blood splashing.

For many practitioners who saw this scene with their own eyes, their subconscious mind was telling them that it was just a afterimage left by this man, and the arrow formation shattered was just the afterimage left by him.

However, no afterimage can be so complete, giving people the feeling of being torn apart by the real body. Therefore, in the next moment, all the practitioners who saw this scene with their own eyes truly reacted because it was too fast and when the person left, the fluctuations of the spiritual energy on his body were even kept in their sight. The force that impacted the substantial spiritual energy made their eyes have such an illusion.

The figure of this man with a temperament that is dusty is faster than these arrows!

When the arrow light fell, he had already left the courtyard, so fast that it was even beyond their eyesight!

So where has he been now?

...

To the south of this courtyard is a wide street.

There is a gambling shop on this street and several pawn shops. However, because of the popularity of the temples in Jiankang over the years, several incense shops have been opened on this street, two of which sell good sandalwood.

These two stores have neither big doors, but the breath is elegant and fragrant.

At the door of one of the shops, there was a seemingly worn carriage.

A very burly and majestic man sat on the front of the carriage. He had a sword hanging around his waist and even carried an iron shield wrapped in cloth behind him.

In the carriage, an old man with an ancient face was originally sitting quietly cross-legged. The old man's eyebrows fell obliquely, his skin was shiny, but there were a few deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He was Fang Jiashu. He was originally a scholar in Jiankang City. Later, he became the accountant of a well-known shop. Because of his outstanding work, he was sent by his boss to another place to be a shopkeeper. Later, he obtained a scripture by chance. He became a cultivator by himself. He was also attracted by a general from the Border Army's Zhuangwei Division and became a worshiper.

His life is extremely variable. He can become a practitioner and surpass ordinary people. His life cannot be said to be bad, but he is wandering around and has been wandering away. The last time he returned to Jiankang was fifteen years ago.

After fifteen years, I returned to my hometown where the scenery seemed familiar. When I came to the front, I found that the person I was ordered to deal with was probably a terrifying enemy that I had never encountered in the border army. The face of the border army enshrined was inevitably a bit sad.

The moment when this man with dusty temperament disappeared in the courtyard, Fang Jiashu's sight and perception did not appear in his eyes and perception. However, at this moment, Dongdongdongdongdong... he felt his heart begin to beating violently uncontrollably.

He pursed his lips tightly, raised his head suddenly, and with a loud shout, a thin flying sword lying beside him was about to rise up.

However, before the thin flying sword could really fly up, his chest sank.

He was a famous swordsman among the border troops, and the burly man in front of him was his close servant. However, the moment the burly man turned around, Fang Jiashu sprayed out a mouthful of blood, spurting his head and face.

The close attendant was shocked to see Fang Jiashu's chest sinking deep, and the shape looked like a footprint!

Just at an alley not far behind Fang Jiashu's carriage, three monks had just walked out.

These three monks are all practitioners of Shanban Temple and practice the secret technique of Shanban Temple. As soon as they sensed the danger, a substantial golden light had already surged from their bodies.

However, compared with the enemy, they are still too slow.

They had no time to move at all. Their bodies had already flown backwards, and a series of broken bones and bursts of organs sounded in their bodies.

Fang Jiashu's body fell into the carriage and died instantly.

The bodies of these three monks fell heavily into the alley and died instantly.

The burly servant could sense the death of these three monks, but he still could not sense the specific figure of the enemy, and could only vaguely sense the flow of breath he brought.

This burly servant has experienced many battles, but at this time, facing such a terrible enemy, his body still trembled uncontrollably.

A stone bridge three hundred steps away from the three dead monks, an arrow master was holding a green longbow. The arrow master was over thirty years old, with fair face, but his hands were pitch black, and a metallic luster faintly emerged from his skin.

At this moment, the archer's body trembled slightly.

He felt extremely dangerous, and he knew very well that this fatal danger seemed to be beyond his control or escape.

"Mr. I hope you keep your hands and put state affairs first!"

A scream filled with horror rang out.

The one who made this horrific scream was an elderly official from the military headquarters.

This elderly official had nothing to do with today's killing situation, but just happened to pass by here with the carriage. However, when the four arrow lights fell and when he felt the death of those practitioners, he already understood who was killing at this time.

However, his scream had just sounded, and a footprint had appeared on the stone path in front of the archer.
Chapter completed!