Each flying stone fell from a high altitude with thousands of pounds of force. Even if Su Ji possessed the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art of the Dachan Temple, if he was beaten blindly, he would probably be smashed into meat sauce.

Su Ji hugged Wen Duona with one hand, and bounced his finger with the other, shooting out a congenital weather silk, wrapping around a flying stone. He was unstable in the stone rain.

Even though Su Ji had amazing eyesight and comprehensive calculations, he finally got a few flying stones because he wanted to protect Wen Duona.

The shock caused his qi and blood to float, and he felt a little dizzy.

Fortunately, the range of flying stones finally came out, and arrows arrived immediately like clouds.

Su Ji was in danger and was calm. He was sprinkled with silk in the sky and swept away many arrows.

Suddenly, a black horse suddenly rushed out, and Su Ji showed his inspiration and threw Wen Duona on the black horse. Next to the black horse was a white wolf.

It turned out that the Tiannu tribe was attacked by the Donghu people that day, but Wuju ran out and met the white wolf.

Su Ji said: "You go to Yumen Temple in Yumen Pass. Your mother is the master of the temple, and her name is Gulijin."

Wen Duona lay on the horse's back and heard Su Ji's words.

Then the black horse raised its hooves and drove Wen Duona away.

Yumen Temple is not popular with Su Ji, but it will only be more dangerous for Wen Duona to follow him.

The rain of arrows stopped and surrounded by iron cavalry from all directions.

The white wolf did not leave.

Seeing its abdomen bulging, Su Ji sighed, "Why don't you leave? If you keep it, I will kill more than one life."

The white wolf roared and showed the momentum of breaking the clouds.

Seeing its heroic spirit, Su Ji couldn't help but say, "Compared to you, Xia Zong and others are just priests."

"If you follow me, I will let this pregnant white wolf's road to life." Xia Zong didn't care about Su Ji's ridicule, so he rode a dark horse and said from a distance.

Su Ji sneered: "You have praised me and just to capture me, I have exposed all the arrangements of Dajin on the grassland for many years."

Xia Zong said: "You are no less valuable to me than half a grassland."

Su Ji said: "Are you using public instruments for private use?"

Xia Zong said coldly: "I am now representing Qingwei. Dajin and Qingwei share the world, you can't escape!"

Su Ji felt it was a bit ironic. Once upon a time, he was far more qualified to represent Qingwei than Xia Zong.

Will this place that binds him for half his life be buried in the end?

No, he was willing to die in Luofu, but he would never die there in the name of an abandoned disciple.

Su Ji said calmly: "I won't fall into your hands."

Xia Zong snapped his fingers and said softly: "Eight heroes of magic arrows!"

He and Su Ji didn't have much to say, he was not Zhao Zixing.

Eight strong men like iron towers pulled out the huge bow half-height and aimed at Su Ji.

Eight arrows aimed at Su Ji from front to back, including all the routes he could escape.

The white wolf wanted to purg it, but Su Ji gently pressed it down.

He held the hilt of the sword in the other hand.

Fei Jing is finally going to be unsheathed!

The eight arrows were like lightning, but in Su Ji's vision, they became as slow as falling leaves. Innate Qigong gave him superb hearing and also gave him superb vision.

Whether it is dynamic vision or static vision, he has broken the limits of ordinary people.

The flying scenery deshewned out, like flowing light, whistling up.

The moment before, Su Ji was still by the white wolf.

The next moment it turned into a white shadow, as if the wind was flowing back to the snow, rolling down eight arrows one by one.

clang!

Bai Ying was about to rush to Xia Zong, but was blocked by an iron wall.

More than a dozen soldiers holding iron shields were knocked away, and some even broke the scattered trees directly.

The soldiers wanted to join again, blocking the man in white who seemed to be flying immortals in front of him.

When Xia Zong waved his hand, the soldiers stopped moving.

Su Ji and Xia Zong are less than ten feet away. For people like them, this distance is not much different from being close to each other.

Xia Zong said: "As long as you don't run away, I won't use these guys to consume you."

He pulled off the cloak on his body and said coldly: "I will defeat you with my own hands."

Su Ji pondered for a moment and said, "Then I will defeat you and leave."

Xia Zong knew that Su Ji had always disdained to use tricks to deceive others, so he felt very calm.

Su Ji was certainly not reckless, because it was of course easier to deal with only one of Xia Zong than to deal with these elite soldiers.

Like Xia Zong's extreme confidence, Su Ji did not think he would lose to deal with it.

He didn't even want to lose, let alone Xia Zong!

Shiny!

A red ray of color surged towards Su Ji.

Su Ji felt awe-inspiring.

This is Minghong Sword, the family treasure sword of Duke of Wei.

Before we could think about how deep cooperation did Duke Wei and Xia Zong's family have had.

Su Ji turned into a white shadow condensed by wind and thunder, facing the red.

Red is like loess, and white shadows are flying snow.

These soldiers of the Great Jin Divine Dynasty were all tested by blood and fire, and were unable to help but be moved at this moment.

In their eyes, whether it is Su Ji or Xia Zong, they definitely have the strength of a top military general in the empire.

Xia Zong’s swordsmanship is simple and heavy, as tough as the earth.

Su Ji's swordsmanship has changed a lot and is unpredictable.

In the blink of an eye, there were countless conflicts, and the sound of metal and iron was always endless.

Su Ji has proved one thing, even if it is a magic weapon like Fei Jing, it is impossible to easily cut off Minghong's sword.

He would rely on the benefits of weapons to deal with Xia Zong, but he would definitely not succeed.

Su Ji was not depressed, and his real killer was not Fei Jing.

The blade oscillates the air and makes a clear sound. The red color in the air becomes thicker and thicker, constantly compressing the space of the white shadow.

Suddenly, the thick blade became like a cicada wing, floating as if nothing had happened.

"Hongfei Mingming!"

It changed from ancient to exquisite, but it was just a matter of moment.

When Bai Ying was about to struggle out of the red cage, wouldn't he expect that the red one would suddenly find out?

Xia Zong's martial arts can already turn the world between simplicity and traditional Chinese, and the strength of hardness and softness changes with the heart. Su Ji has to admire this.

Hongfei is just a middle- and lower-grade sword technique, but through this turning point, his lethality is by no means inferior to that of middle- and upper-grade martial arts.

Su Ji was not surprised when he was in a state of change, and the flying scenery suddenly slowed down.

From extreme speed to extreme slowness.

It seemed as if it had changed from flying snow to a snow-capped mountain that stood for thousands of years.

Blade sharp sword contact!

Make a clash.

This fight was not the tentative fight of the past, but the real struggle.

The powerful Qi and qi burst into a circle, and the iron armor on the sergeant who was too close appeared deep marks on his body.

If they were too close, they might be scarred.

Su Ji and Xia Zong separated from each other incorrectly.

Xia Zong's right hand holding the knife was trembling. Only a little short of it could hurt Su Ji severely.

Su Ji slowly turned around, and almost at the same time, Xia Zong also turned around, and the two of them stared at each other.

Not finished yet!

Xia Zong is not as unique as Zhao Zixing. From the beginning, the strength of the golden and jade shaved skills he practiced was one of hardness and softness.

The Sun-Sun-Shenzhen method he practiced was originally strong and yang, so he was able to use the sword technique to combine hardness and softness, which was indeed unique in martial arts.

However, Su Ji's innate skills are a skill that breaks the common sense of martial arts. For Su Ji, the use of hardness and softness is like eating and drinking water, and there is no need to practice at all.

Therefore, the Xia Zong's skill is obviously a little higher than Su Ji, but the actual effect is a little worse than Su Ji.

Until now, Su Ji also confirmed something that Xia Zong had opened up the Ren and Du meridians, entered the "district realm" that people in the martial arts world dream of, and moved from acquired to innate.

A hint of jealousy flashed in Xia Zong's eyes. He practiced to the Tonggu Realm and entered the innate world from acquired to innate. He didn't know how much suffering he suffered, but Su Ji took the innate path as soon as he practiced.

His jealousy towards Su Ji was just like those poor children jealous of his aristocratic family.
Chapter completed!