"Shut up!" The one-armed swordsman who had been standing in the corner, holding a knife, suddenly said in a low voice.
Needless to say, a short man easily turned over and flew up to the roof, then quietly looked into the distance.
Although the sound was not loud, the scene in the distance could not be seen clearly in the gradually dimming night.
But judging from the faint sound of horse hooves, as well as the flight traces of frightened birds, it seemed that many people had quietly gathered around the small temple.
"We have been discovered. There are at least a hundred Tatars, and there are more in the distance. I can't see clearly." The short man landed as light as a sparrow, and then said to everyone in a low voice.
Everyone's expressions became solemn, but no other unnecessary emotions could be seen.
"Let's break out! Before they realize that we are aware of the movement, we can choose a direction to break out." Taoist Priest Guangping said.
The one-armed swordsman who was the first to notice something strange said: "Spread out and run away, one by one who can escape. I, the monk and the flower beggar will stay here to attract attention and break up their formation."
Guangping's master, the old Taoist, sighed and said: "The Tatars learned their art of war from the wolves on the grassland. What wolves are best at is chasing prey. They will drive the prey into desperate situations and then kill them. Death. Their cavalry, which comes and goes like the wind, and the strong bows that almost everyone has, are the tusks of the Tatars."
Most of the people in the martial arts world have extraordinary martial arts skills and each have their own specialties.
If there is a close encounter with a very few Tatar cavalry, of course the Jianghu people have a high probability of winning.
But when a group fight begins and the Tatars pull away from each other and chase them from a distance, no matter how strong the master is, they will be gradually worn to death.
Although this place is deserted, there is still a temple to defend. Those who choose to stay will certainly die, but they also involve a part of the army, which is equivalent to disintegrating the Tatar formation and creating an opportunity for others to escape.
The one-armed swordsman must have fought with the Tatars many times and was quite familiar with their methods. Only then did he find such a way in this desperate situation.
"No! We have to go together, and we have to stay together. It's just a death. People can die, but their integrity cannot be lost. If our master and disciple leave today, we won't even have the face to kowtow to the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty." Guang Guang Taoist Ping covered the wound that cracked due to excitement, stood up and growled in a low voice.
The one-armed swordsman shook his head and refused: "You are young and energetic! Fortunately, you are still a Taoist priest, but you have such an impulsive temper. No wonder you are optimistic and have a poor reputation. You still need to be useful and go to meet the Jiujianxian. Now, This is a task entrusted by the alliance leader, and there is no room for failure. Please also consider the overall situation."
The old Taoist priest seemed to have an air of immortality, but at this moment he patted his apprentice on the shoulder. He had no anger towards the one-armed swordsman's 'contempt', but instead smiled happily and said: "We are people of the world, and we don't know what the overall situation is. . The bravery of an ordinary man can only take five blood-spattered steps, but within these five steps, it is our continuous backbone. Even though we die today, we cannot let ourselves underestimate ourselves. "
As they spoke, the Tatars did not care about the loyal words of the people in the temple.
The arrow rain arrived as expected, passing through the broken eaves, the roof with skylights, and the leaky windows, pouring into the small ruined temple like a strong wind.
A big man dressed as a fisherman shouted loudly, and a wide fishing net spread out, covering a small space in a short time.
The sharp arrows were stuck in the fine holes of the fishing net. In just a short moment, most of the fishing net was covered with dense arrows.
"Kill out!" The old Taoist priest now seemed to have a more fiery temper than his disciple Guangping. The Qingfeng around his waist was unsheathed, and he had already flown out through the gap under the fishing net. His short body was close to the ground, his pace Briskly, in the blink of an eye, he had already swept into the forest not far away.
Then came the dying screams of the Tatar cavalry one after another.
Everyone in the temple looked at each other as if saying goodbye for the last time, then picked up their weapons and charged into the military formation.
However, boldness and passion cannot solve the problems caused by the gap in strength.
Soon a group of knights were surrounded in the military formation.
The short confrontation lasted only a few breaths, and several people had already died tragically under the swords and arrows.
Those who are alive are more or less injured. According to the current situation, it is expected that they will die here.
Among the cavalry, the faint shouts of the Tatar generals could be heard, seeming to be directing the formation.
The eyes of several knights flickered, carefully trying to see who was commanding them. Even if they couldn't escape, killing a Tatar general would not be a loss.
It's a pity that these Tatars obviously also know the elusiveness of people in the world.
Both generals and ordinary soldiers are dressed almost exactly the same. From the appearance and dress, it is impossible to tell who is taller and who is lower.
They communicated with each other in Tatar, a foreign language that none of the knights knew.
"Everyone! I, the old Taoist, have been practicing hard in the mountains for decades, and have been friends with the mountain springs. I claim to be outside the world. But today I am fortunate to have come down from the mountain to enter the world to overcome this great catastrophe in the world. I can join you in the same path and kill the enemy here today. And it's a blessing to ascend!" At this time, the old Taoist priest's beard and hair were messy, the Taoist crown on his head had been chopped off, and there were still blood stains on his face that had not yet solidified, Zhang Yang said with a laugh as if he was possessed.
"We are all so happy!" The rest of the people all had smiles on their faces, obviously they were ready to die.
But at this moment, Guangping suddenly said: "Master! Listen... did you hear anything... a different sound?"
Herod!
The numerous Tatar horses seemed to be a little anxious. The well-trained war horses were jumping wildly, and they were all extremely irritable no matter how much their owners scolded them.
The military formation was in chaos for a while, but it gave many knights a chance to breathe.
Buzz!
The crisp sound of swords sounded from far to near.
Gradually, there were clear voices, flying down from the sky.
"I come with my sword and ride on the wind to ward off demons. There is wine and joy in the world, but even without wine I would be happy."
The singing gradually became clearer.
But he saw a sword filled with cold light flying from the sky, and then accompanied by singing, shuttled through the military formation.
One after another, the Tatar cavalry fell off their horses without any resistance, and the blood sprayed from their throats was stained red.
In just a moment, the soldiers surrounding the many knights were cleared away.
"Drink all the rivers in one go, swallow up the sun and the moon in another drink, and be drunk from a thousand cups, but I am the wine-swordsman..."
More intense sword light spread into the forest.
Screams came one after another, and amid the horrified shouts, the remaining Tatar soldiers began to evacuate quickly, and even used knives to cut the horse's butt directly, because they hated the precious horse that was usually so cute that it could not run fast enough.
However, no matter how fast the horse is, how can it withstand Feng Linwen's flying sword?
When all the Tatar soldiers were cleared.
Feng Linwen fell in the air, stepped on the hilt of the sword, put his hands on his back, and looked down at the surrounding fields, feeling lonely.
"Sword... Sword Immortal! Really Sword Immortal!" Guang Ping was excited.
He was born in the land south of Jiannan, and stories of sword immortals have been circulating since ancient times. After joining the master's door, I asked many times, but was told that the words of the Sword Immortal were just rumors passed down by ordinary people and should not be trusted.
However, what I saw today was that this Jiu Sword Immortal really looked like a Sword Immortal.
A flying sword shuttles through the military formation, as if entering a deserted place, it is really cool and unrestrained!
