On the battlefield filled with fireworks, a man with disheveled hair, barefoot and linen clothes, and a bone collar hanging around his neck walked out of the carriage, "A little bit of charm, I want to show off." He laughed arrogantly at the masked man, and fired the projectile just now Exactly what it throws.
Seeing that the black arrow method was restrained, the leader of the men in black, who had been sitting on the horse and peeping at the battlefield, took off the bow and arrow from his body, pointed the bow like a full moon, and pointed it at the man with the collar around his neck.
A sharp sound broke through the air, and the arrow disappeared like a shooting star in the blink of an eye.
On the other side, the man with a bone collar looked down at the arrow feathers on his chest, with a smile still on his face. He glanced into the distance strangely, not knowing when the arrow pierced his body, and then he fell heavily to the ground, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"How dare you, little thief." Three more people jumped out, and they were the strange-looking people who were following the carriage.
The leader was a young man. His body swayed and transformed into the shape of a leopard's head and sharp claws. Another middle-aged man made a hand seal, and two blue and white long swords jumped out from the sword box behind him, flying in the air. The sword light was hesitant, like a poisonous snake waiting to be struck.
The third person was an old man, holding the token. He waved it gently, and two white lights shot out from the token. The brilliance covered the first two people, like transparent armor.
The leopard-headed young man stretched his body with satisfaction and roared. His body suddenly grew to more than two feet tall. He got down on all fours and jumped towards the man in black. The men in black set up their bows and shot arrows one after another. Countless arrows flew out, almost forming a wall of arrows.
The leopard-headed young man suddenly accelerated, his body jumped left and right, and a row of arrows fell down behind him. Soon, the young man rushed to the side of the man in black, and with a swoop, the man in black was pulled off the horse. With his claws, the head of the man in black was torn off.
The young man was fighting left and right in the crowd, as if he were in an uninhabited land, completely undefended, and from time to time someone or a horse fell down.
If someone attacks from the side or behind, two flying swords will fall from the sky. The long sword was like the wind, erratic, a flash of light flashed, and a man fell off his horse.
The two of them, one attacking at close range and the other attacking from far away, cooperated very well, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were killed by them.
Seeing that it was difficult to resist, the man in black had no choice but to take out a few ink arrows again and shoot at the two of them. This ink arrow must be difficult to make, and these people are reluctant to use it until they are in danger.
But when the ink arrow landed on the leopard-headed young man, the brilliance covering his body shook, and the originally sharp arrow found it difficult to penetrate.
Amid the uproar, the masked men had no choice but to avoid them. Upon seeing this, the young man chased after him, flying swords above his head like a shadow. In the blink of an eye, he was already more than ten steps away from the camp.
"Come back quickly, be careful of scams." The man holding the sword shouted from behind.
The young man licked his lips and was about to turn around when six men in black galloped past, carrying a fusiform box on their backs. He slapped it with his hand, and black threads flew out of the box and entangled them as soon as they hit the air. They were mixed together and turned into a big net that fell on the young man.
The young man struggled hard under the net, but the black silk stockings, made of whomever he knew, split the brilliance of his body and tightly wrapped the young man.
"No, it's a spirit catching net." The old man holding the token shouted, "Don't use the flying sword to kill, this net can pollute the spirit of the flying sword." The person controlling the sword quickly made a seal, and the flying sword flew high. .
Seeing an opportunity, the men in black around him followed the mesh of the spirit trap and pierced it with their swords. Seeing that the life of the leopard-headed young man was in danger, the old man groaned, closed his palms, and the token in his hand flew up, sparkling with lightning, and hung in the sky of the spirit trap.
"Fall." The old man shouted, and dozens of lightning bolts were shot out from the token. The lightning flashed and hit the spirit catching net directly. The spirit catching net is the most hated thing among cultivators. It can be restrained by both people and weapons. Only the most powerful lightning can break it.
After the thunder and lightning, the spirit catching net turned into powder and dissipated, and the men in black around them lay scattered on the ground.
The leopard-headed young man, covered in charred black, jumped up with all his strength and staggered towards the camp. One of his legs was broken, and there were large and small wounds all over his body. Even one of his leopard ears was cut off.
Two flying swords closely followed each other, guarding the leopard-headed young man. Finally, the leopard-headed young man approached the camp. The old man and the middle-aged man both let out a sigh of relief and prepared to step forward to respond.
Seeing that he was about to escape from danger, the leopard-headed young man relaxed and finally came back with his life. But at this moment, the scene in front of him changed, a cry of surprise came from his ears, and the ground flew towards him rapidly.
How could this happen? The head of the leopard-headed young man lying on the ground was full of confusion, and his body was split into four or five pieces. A shadow appeared next to his body and swam quickly outside the camp.
"Evil thief, don't leave." The middle-aged man holding the sword had his eyes split open. The flying sword roared and swooped down, stabbing at the black shadow on the ground. The black shadow was very flexible, dodging left and right like a water snake, and came to the side of the masked man leader.
Feijian refused to give up and chased after him.
There was a sudden sound, and everyone's eyes were dazzled. The leader's figure disappeared from the horse, and when he reappeared, he was already in the air, with a long black sword in his hand. Dangdang, the long sword slashed rapidly, and the two flying swords were chopped into two pieces and fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man controlling the sword had a painful look on his face. The two flying swords were destroyed and his mind was severely damaged. He spat out a mouthful of blood and saw that he had lost the strength to fight again.
The leader did not continue to chase, but slowly floated down from the air and landed on the horse's back.
The black shadow just now began to squirm, and gradually transformed into a petite human form and stood up, "Leader, the strong man was very guarded and could not enter the carriage." It turned out to be a female voice.
"It doesn't matter." The leader was calm and looked towards the direction of the carriage from a distance.
The men in black gathered together again, and even those who had been injured stood neatly, as if they were in no pain.
As a result, it becomes a bit difficult to handle. As long as the man in black doesn't break his body into pieces, he will be able to fight again. On Zhao Ling's side, there was only one less person. If this consumption continues, the men in black will eventually have the numerical advantage.
The heavy cavalry officer who had just led the charge had lost an arm. He looked around and shouted: "Xiangqi, take over the command from me. Don't let the thieves get close to the nobles."
"Here." Xiang Qi, who had been on alert in the inner circle, heard the sound and looked at the somewhat tragic battlefield. With a wave of his hand, a few more heavy cavalrymen walked out of the alert inner circle and gathered other undead heavy cavalry to prepare for another charge. .
The men in black who sneaked into the camp had obviously stronger recovery abilities than the heavy riders. Even some of the half-disabled people who had fallen on the ground slowly got up and moved towards the carriage. For the current plan, it is only appropriate to risk death and kill the thief in one fell swoop.
I don't know why these crow-faced people are so difficult to deal with, Xiang Qi feels secretly confused. He drew his sword and was about to lead the charge.
"Wait a minute." A voice came from behind. The maid came out holding a handful of coral carved in the shape of a blue bird and handed it to the old man who had just controlled the thunder. "This thing may be able to restrain the opponent."
The old man took it solemnly, bowed his head and saluted, "Thank you, sir." He turned to face Qi and said, "Wait until I cast the spell, then charge." Lifting the coral high, the old man looked solemn and muttered, "Get up." He shouted, A huge bluebird flew up from the coral.
The bluebird made a clear cry and flew into the air. The lights on its body were bright, emitting strands of light, like spider threads fluttering in the wind. The blue bird swooped down and flew over the men in black who were still crawling around with their limbs mutilated. As they passed by, wisps of black smoke floated from these men in black, and they finally fell to the ground motionless.
The blue bird once again flew towards the men in black who were lined up. Wherever it passed, black smoke was escaping from the men in black. After the black smoke dissipated, these men in black were obviously much sluggish, and some even fell down on the spot.
The leader who had remained unmoved saw that something was wrong, and reached out to pull off the clothes on his arms, revealing the crow tattoo. Biting the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood spurted onto his arm. The crow tattoo started to move, and after a few squirms, it came out of his arm. His body gradually grew in size, and he spread his wings and flew towards the blue bird in the sky.
One crow after another started fighting in the air, the birds chirping and crows screaming. They were tangible and insubstantial phantoms, but they were also indistinguishable. From time to time, feathers fell down and disappeared as soon as they hit the ground.
The man in black prepared to charge again, but was stopped by the leader. These people have lost half of their combat power, and they can only die in vain if they go up. Taking a deep breath, the leader let out a sharp scream, and the sound spread far away, covering up the noise of the battlefield.
Soon, chaotic beating sounds were heard in the distance, and in the blink of an eye they were above everyone's heads. Pairs of red bright spots appeared in the sky, like fireflies flying and dancing in summer.
The red dots fell quickly, and it was only then that it became clear that these were crows, and the red highlights were the crows' eyes.
The sky was filled with darkness, and crows were flying towards the camp like dark clouds.
"Quack." The crow made a piercing cry, and the sound reached the ears, and the people in the camp suddenly felt angry and confused.
It felt like someone was slicing the soul with a knife. This kind of pain originating from the soul was far more torturous than physical injuries.
Soon, some people were bleeding from all their orifices, holding their heads and moaning in pain.
"Magic sound." The old man holding the token shouted ferociously, took out a small drum from his body, and hit it hard. The sound made by the drum was not loud, but it suppressed the crows a little, and the people in the camp had a chance to breathe.
Seeing their opponents resisting, the crows started making even louder noises, and some even flew low to the top of the heavy cavalry, opened their mouths, and blew out a stream of black smoke. Go straight into the armor.
Heavy cavalry is not afraid of sword attacks, but it is completely unable to protect against this invisible method. People who were hit by the black smoke quickly became crazy, lost their consciousness, and started slashing and screaming randomly with weapons.
In order to avoid these crazy Paoze, other people avoided them one after another, the team became chaotic, and the last line of defense in front of the carriage was about to be breached.
At the critical moment, a black shadow jumped out of the carriage. It was Zhao Ling's black cat.
The black cat let out a shrill scream, and the heavy riders who had lost their minds woke up as if they had been hit hard.
Staring angrily at the crows flying unbridled in the sky, the black cat jumped into the air, and its body turned into a bright spot of light. The spots gathered together and turned into a black tiger with two wings on its back.
The black tiger shuddered, and more black tigers separated from its body. A group of black tigers roared angrily, flapped their wings, and pounced towards the crows in the air. The roars of crows and tigers were mixed together, and black feathers fell from the sky from time to time, covering the ground with a layer.
The leader of the men in black glanced at the woman beside him and said, "I'm going to meet the owner of the carriage." Before he finished speaking, his body had already appeared more than ten feet away. There was a bang, and the leader's body accelerated again, so that the eyes could not catch his trace.
A long sword appeared on the top of the carriage. The leader held the sword in both hands and slashed at the carriage with great force.
With a clang, an ax the size of a millstone blocked the sword's attack. The strong man who always guarded the carriage stared at the leader with fierce eyes.
After the attack failed, the leader did not hesitate to fight. He turned back and attacked the carriage from the side again. The strong man stretched out the giant ax in his hand and blocked the carriage. Unexpectedly, the leader's move was a false move. He turned sharply and stabbed the strong man in the eye with his long sword.
There was no time to retract the axe, so the strong man had to use his other arm to block his face, and the sword pierced his arm, making a harsh friction sound. The strong man's arms didn't look like flesh and blood at all, and the sword's penetration was very obscure. Seeing that he could no longer advance, the leader had no choice but to put away his sword and look for an opportunity to fight again.
For a moment, the eyes of everyone present were attracted to this place, but Zhao Ling remained motionless in the car.
