As soon as he saw the mountain-piercing crossbow arrows shot out from the enemy troops and his pupils shrank, countless spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground under the middle-aged commoner man standing behind Chen Mu, and a mass of majestic and unimaginable

Breath burst out from his body.

This explosive aura was so overwhelming that Chen Mu was unable to move at all.

His hands grabbed Chen Mu's collar and back, "Back!" A low and unmistakable scream came from his mouth, and Chen Mu's entire body was thrown back by him.

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At the same time, three figures from the several armies waiting in the rear, who were waiting in deathly silence, also shouted and shot out.

There were many people starting at this moment, but the speed of these three people was far faster than everyone else. The auras on their bodies spurted out, and even formed streams of air like flames behind them.

"let's go!"

At the same time, Lin Xi, who was still in a strong shock, heard An Keyi's low cry.

An Keyi, who usually had a reading-like tone, now had a slight tremor in his voice.

"Meng Su! You will take charge temporarily."

Looking at An Keyi, who had already driven the horse out like an arrow as soon as he made a sound, Lin Xi immediately took a deep breath, issued an order, clamped his legs on the horse, and immediately rushed out.

The others did not dare to act rashly without Lin Xi's order, but Gao Yanan, Bian Linghan, and Jiang Xiaoyi naturally did not have so many scruples and followed them without hesitation.

After Meng Bai hesitated for a moment, he patted his horse and followed with a white face.

…

The middle-aged commoner man stood in the meadow and flew Chen Mu backwards. He did not retreat, but just stood there. The aura on his body was rising steadily. With him as the center, the ground was shaking violently.

Circles of green grass were crushed into green powdery crumbs by the strong airflow, flying outwards one after another.

"puff!"

Many dull impact sounds merged into one sound.

A mountain-piercing crossbow arrow as thick as an arm fell on the ground in front of him with the heat generated by the sharp friction with the air. It was like giant hammers hitting the ground, splashing circles of mud waves.

However, this middle-aged commoner man didn't seem to see these huge crossbow arrows at all. His gaze was always fixed on Wenren Cangyue.

Just before these crossbow arrows hit the ground, Wenren Cangyue's hand had loosened the connecting steel cable, but waves of soul power that surged to the extreme still rushed out of his hand, like a huge wave that kept washing over the

In the air in front of him, his sharply descending body slowed down extremely violently under the backlash of the airflow, and landed with a thud.

The middle-aged commoner man had been waiting. Facing this terrifying opponent, he showed no signs of retreat or panic. He was just waiting for the opportunity to take action.

Just when Wen Ren Cang Yue landed on the ground and his whole body suffered the terrifying impact, at the weakest moment, he finally took action.

The huge aura that was soaring wildly outside his body suddenly disappeared, making the distance of more than ten meters outside him seem to have turned into a vacuum. Instead, it sucked in countless blurred grass debris, and the power in his body was completely twisted into one

, merged into a small gray handleless sword in his hand.

"laugh!"

The small gray sword flew up like lightning and hit Wenren Cang Yue's lower abdomen.

The Sword Master himself represents the pinnacle of martial arts in this world.

However, not all sword masters are qualified to be worshiped by the royal court.

Therefore, this sword, no matter in terms of speed, strength, or fierce momentum, is even superior to Nangong Weiyang who walked into the alley to save Nanshan Mu that day.

…

Practitioners in all the Yunqin courts know that Wen Ren Cang Yue is also a sword master, and is known as an invincible sword master in the saint master level.

This king's priest flew out his sword and was already waiting to receive Wenren Cang Yue's flying sword, waiting to see his close-quarter swordsmanship that was famous for his tyranny and forcefulness.

However, the moment Wenren Cangyue's feet landed on the ground and plunged into the soil, what flew out of Wenren Cangyue's sleeves was not his flying sword that burned like red clouds, but a bloody sword.

Long banner.

The middle-aged clothed man's face, which was originally as calm as iron, instantly turned snow-white, and his fingertips made a sound like the sound of sword energy piercing the air. But when his flying sword quickly dodged aside, Wen Rencang

The long bloody banner rolled out of Yue's hand has already bound his flying sword within it.

Due to their cultivation methods and physical problems, the Xiyi people rarely produce sword masters, but they do have unique banner-like soul weapons that are specially used to restrain flying swords.

"you!"

Knowing that he had made a fatal mistake, all the soul power accumulated in the middle-aged civilian man's body spurted out from his hands, trying to break free from the control of the long bloody flag in Wen Ren Cang Yue's hand.

However, the surge of soul power in Wenren Cang Yue's body was more powerful than his, especially now that his legs were slightly bent. After standing still, more power poured into his body into the long bloody flag in his hand.

The gray flying sword was buzzing and trembling like a beetle caught in a spider's web.

Wenren Cang Yue's body did not stop at all.

In the stalemate between the bloody long banner and the flying sword enshrined by the royal court, he pulled his feet out of the soil and with just one leap, he arrived in front of the middle-aged commoner man.

"Song Siyuan?"

He made such a sound from his lips as red as blood, as if he was trying to verify the identity of this middle-aged commoner man.

As soon as the sound came out, he punched the middle-aged civilian man.

"Peng!"

The middle-aged commoner man also punched, and Wenren Cang Yue exchanged a hard blow.

His body immediately slid back a full six to seven meters, and blood oozed from his mouth and nose.

There was almost no gap. Before his sliding body could stop on the ground, Wenren Cangyue's second punch had already arrived in front of him.

Everyone can see at this moment that although he is extremely powerful, he still cannot be Wenren Cangyue's opponent. However, this middle-aged commoner man knows very well that if he dodges and escapes at this moment, he will not be able to buy some time. Behind him

Chen Mu would soon die in Wenren Cangyue's hands. So facing Wenren Cangyue's second punch, the middle-aged commoner man felt a trace of bitterness in his heart, but a strange determination flashed in his eyes.

The light, "Peng!" His second punch collided with Wen Ren Cang Yue again.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth and sprayed into the two deep ravines plowed in front of him.

He felt that there were many bone fractures in one of his arms, and the organs in his body had been shaken with many tiny wounds, and they were bleeding continuously.

Wenren Cang Yue still hasn't changed at all.

His fist still didn't tremble at all and appeared in front of him again.

There was a wry smile on the middle-aged clothed man's lips, and he punched again, blasting away all the remaining strength he had.

"Peng!"

There was another violent roar between heaven and earth.

The middle-aged commoner man could no longer stand firmly on the ground. As blood spurted wildly, his whole body flew slumped among countless broken grass and fell heavily to the ground.

His handleless gray flying sword stopped struggling, slumped to death, and slipped away from the long bright red banner.

Wen Ren Cang Yue just glanced at him lightly, then continued to leap up and move forward.

Chen Mu was flying back.

Seeing the middle-aged commoner man fall, he gritted his teeth until blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. But he knew that if he died, the middle-aged commoner man's sacrifice would be meaningless.

So he tried his best to retreat, and wanted to let out a loud shout at the same time. However, at this moment, amid bursts of rapid pipa sounds like rain, Cheng Yu in front of the golden chariot waved his hand again and issued a military order:

"attack!"

"attack!"

"attack!"

“….!”

In just an instant, the shouts and roars of countless generals and sergeants, the intertwined sounds of chariots, horses, armor, and weapons filled the entire world, like tens of thousands of thunderballs rolling down the earth.

The originally stagnant black tide instantly turned into countless black currents, surging overwhelmingly!

Three figures rushing from behind Chen Mu crossed his body and faced Wenren Cangyue resolutely.

A silver spear shot through the air first and stabbed Wenren Cang Yue's chest fiercely, making the sound of rolling rocks in the air.

The long blood-red flag in Wen Ren Cang Yue's hand seemed to have suddenly lost its power and fell softly to the ground, but at the same time, there was a red sword light in his hand.

The sword burning like red clouds has not yet flown out of his hand, but many people know that Wenren Cangyue's close-quarter sword technique becomes more powerful the closer it is to the body.

The red glow of the sword struck the silver spear accurately.

With just one strike of the sword, this extremely domineering silver spear was blown away. The hands of the long-bearded cultivator originally holding the silver spear were dripping with blood, and the tiger's mouth was all cracked.

One on the left and one on the right, a black-armored general and an old Confucian scholar attacked Wenren Cangyue at the same time.

The black-armored general was holding a long black sword in his hand, but just when he was less than a few feet away from Wenren Cangyue, the long black sword actually flew out!

This black-armored general is actually a sword master!

The entire Yunqin had to deal with Wenren Cangyue. How could there be only one Saint Master in a place like this where victory or defeat was decided?

The black-armored general concealed himself very well before taking the lead, pretending to have no Saint Master cultivation level at all. At this moment, he suddenly made a move. Seeing Wenren Cang Yue, it was too late to dodge.

Wenren Cang Yue frowned slightly.

He also didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary black-armored general could be so powerful. While frowning, he let out a low groan, and more than half of the soul power in his body was forced out of his chest in an instant.
To be continued...