Let's say that Feng Lin beheaded Ji Shuqian with one blow and then stepped forward and cut off his head.

Just as he held Qi's head in his hands, he raised his eyes and saw a Taoist standing in front of him, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

How it looks like:

The green gauze is tied up in a bun, and the smile is always faint. The apricot yellow robe with eight trigrams, the water and fire strips tied around the waist, and the evil-killing sword in hand, with the general nickname Liu Qiao.

"Daozhang Liu, you, a worldly figure, are not practicing hard in Baoshan, so why are you provoking swordsmen?" Feng Lin reined in his horse and asked.

"It's not the swordsmanship, it's the imperial court's cruelty. The destiny of heaven has been returned to Lord Qi, so I'm just trying my best to respond to the gods." Liu Qiao said calmly.

Feng Lin heard this and said angrily: "He is a rebel thief and a thief who stole the country. How is it reasonable for the Taoist priest not to help the court's orthodoxy but to help the rebels?"

"General, it's true that you don't know the celestial phenomena. There's no need to say more. You fought a fierce battle and your strength is exhausted. I'll let you go." Liu Qiao shook his head, too lazy to talk nonsense.

He said directly: "Only keep His Highness's bones, and I will take them back with him to ascend (transcend)."

"Bah! Look what you are capable of, how dare you say such big words!" Feng Lin was furious when he heard this.

Although he saw Liu Qiao's immortal demeanor, he was practicing leftist ways and felt a little scared.

But in front of the two armies, fleeing without fighting is more uncomfortable for a general than killing him.

So without further ado, I hung Uncle Ji's head on the saddle and bridle, then rode up to kill him with a mace.

Seeing that Liu Qiao was not riding a horse, he planned to use the power of his horse to swoop down, pick him up with a stick, and smash him to death.

"Haha..." Liu Qiao was not afraid at all. He saw the right moment, kicked his feet, and stepped out of the way. Feng Lin's mace missed the target.

After staggering for more than ten steps, Feng Lin shouted loudly, reined in his horse and turned around again, this time he raised his mace to hit him.

That mace has a mouth as thick as a bowl, and there are dense layers of steel nails on it. If it hits someone, it will either kill or cripple it. When it dances, the evil wind blows out, which is really scary.

But Liu Qiao knew his martial arts skills and was not forceful. He turned his sword into a rainbow and landed again more than ten steps away.

Feng Lin jumped in the air again and cursed angrily: "Thieves fight but don't fight, retreat but don't retreat. Could it be that they are playing tricks on a certain family!"

"Haha, your martial arts are of no use to a poor man, so you should use your real skills!" Liu Qiao shook his head.

"Huh, if we don't fight, we'll leave!" Feng Lin, however, rode directly towards the camp.

He is not stupid, he knows that this Taoist wants to see the foundation of his magic so that he can break it easily.

"Don't go..." Liu Qiao raised his sword and took several feet at a time. Even if he was running on the ground, he was not much slower than a military horse.

Seeing Liu Qiao chasing after him, Feng Lin sneered in his heart, "You've fallen into my trap!"

It turns out that this spell of his cannot be used head-on, as it can easily be seen through by others, so he has to lure others to pursue him and attack him secretly.

At this moment, seeing that Liu Qiao was about to catch up, Feng Lin repeated his old trick, blowing out a cloud of black smoke and mumbling something.

"Whoosh" the evil wind sounded, and the black smoke turned into a net, covering Liu Qiao.

One of the red beads, about the size of the mouth of a bowl, had a fishy smell and hit Liu Qiao in the face.

Liu Qiao had already been prepared. As soon as his mind moved, he saw a white streak behind his head rising from his fontanel.

"Huhuhu" the white energy rose up, and in a moment it turned into a rolling disk, as wide as a strange hand.

The bones were so white that he took the red bead away and held it in his hand until it made a "click" sound.

Feng Lin was shocked: "Give me back my baby!"

He quickly recited a mantra, trying to recall the magic weapon.

Liu Qiao smiled and said, "If you want it, just come and get it yourself."

As he spoke, the big white-bone hands spread out, and the whistling red smoke fell from the gaps between his fingers, but he directly crushed the red beads into powder.

"Ah!" Feng Lin was shocked and angry. It was a Yuan Dan that he had practiced for many years. It was a magical weapon and a Taoist technique. Now it was broken by others and he could no longer maintain it.

But he didn't dare to fight anymore. He twisted his fingers and the black gas turned into a net and wrapped it around Liu Qiao, hoping to delay it for a while so that he could escape.

"This technique is not the right way!" Liu Qiaofeng pointed with his hand calmly.

With a "pop" sound, the smoke extinguished itself.

Master Feng Lin was completely frightened now and did not dare to block him, so he hurriedly ran towards the camp.

Liu Qiao picked up his sword and jumped to catch up. He was about to kill Feng Lin with a sword.

At this moment, there was a sound of gongs and drums in the enemy camp, and soldiers and horses from all sides surrounded him in dense numbers, with swords and spears like a forest, bows and arrows.

"Where are the thieves?" shouted, and a general rushed out with his sword drawn.

Liu Qiao turned around and saw that the general was wearing a silver helmet with phoenix wings, a white robe embroidered with chain armor, an eight-treasure belt around his waist, maces on all sides on his saddle, riding a silver horse, and carrying a bowl with a mortar and pestle spear.

It was Zhang Guifang, the commander-in-chief of Qinglong Pass. Seeing that Feng Lin was in danger, he hurriedly came to him. The big gun in his hand was majestic. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of him and swept towards him.

"Hey!" Liu Qiao saw that the spear was powerful and heavy, so he didn't dare to attack hard, so he hurriedly dodged and took a wrong step, narrowly avoiding it.

The swordsmanship is light and swift, and he can poke, tease and chop along the gaps.

There was a back-and-forth fight for a while, and they exchanged more than ten blows for a while, but the swords did not touch the spears, and they retreated after fighting.

Zhang Guifang was riding a horse and it was not convenient to shoot at the ground. Although the gun was heavy, it could not touch anyone and could not hit Liu Qiao's weapon.

I was a little anxious for a moment and thought to myself: "This person from the Immortal Family may have other secret skills, so it would be better to take action first!"

He stopped chasing him immediately, reined in his horse and shouted: "If Liu Qiao doesn't fall, how long will it take?"

Liu Qiao was startled, but only a gust of wind passed by, and his soul seemed to shake for a moment, then stabilized without being affected at all.

"You fell off the horse just by calling someone's name. How can you fall off the horse if you don't ride a horse?" Liu Qiao said with a smile.

Zhang Guifang was astonished and said: "Could this person be a ghost? The teacher's secret instructions of speaking words to catch generals and Taoist names to catch people, how come it doesn't work?"

In fact, calling people by name is a technique of seducing the soul and seducing the soul. There are rumors in later generations that "calling the soul" is this kind of magic.

Generally speaking, regardless of humans or animals, fairies who are born with essence and blood have three souls and seven souls.

The souls are not in one body and are scattered all over the world. When he shouts his secret technique, he will naturally faint and fall off his horse. It has nothing to do with whether he is riding a horse or not.

But Liu Qiao's yin spirit has been trained by water and fire for a long time, and he has formed a ball, which is as solid as a mountain. How can he shout?

To make Liu Qiao faint, he would either have to be trapped physically or his own soul would be shed. How can he be shaken by mere heresy?

Zhang Guifang shouted several more times, but Liu Qiao remained motionless and struck with his sword.

Guifang's secret technique failed, and she was confused. She didn't wait to fight, feinted with two shots, and urged the soldiers to leave.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Liu Qiao did not chase after him. When he saw Feng Lin about to enter the camp, the surrounding enemy troops came shouting to kill him, and he was already trapped in the enemy's formation.

He simply pulled a strand of beard and hair, chewed it up and spit it out, using Huang Ting's Taoist skills, and in an instant he turned into thousands of soldiers and horses.

They were all wolves, insects, tigers, leopards, mandrills and the like, dancing with bamboo poles and wooden sticks. For a while, they were fighting back and forth with the imperial soldiers and horses, and the shouts of killing were loud in the plains.

If Huang Ting's Taoism changes, if eighty-four thousand rays of light fly out directly, they are still soldiers and horses, but they are pure ghosts.

You can catch ghosts and demons, and fight demons, but they are still illusory objects, and their magic power is manifested, and they cannot actually fight or hurt people.

There is another kind, which is like this. It is transformed by holding its own hair and hair. It is really like a living person, with flesh and blood temporarily. Liu Qiao often relies on it to protect his body from disasters. That's what it is.

Those jackals, tigers and leopards were running around, and the mountain spirits and wood charms looked fierce and strange. Although the officers and soldiers were brave, they cowered for a while and did not dare to fight hard, but they were evenly matched.

On the city tower, Jiang Shang and others were shocked when they saw Liu Qiao trapped in the enemy camp. They were waiting to issue an order for the three armies to go out of the city to fight.

In a daze, they saw that the camp seemed to have exploded. Countless mountain spirits, jackals, tigers and leopards were fighting fiercely with the enemy. Everyone was surprised.

"Daochang Liu has such wonderful skills, he can really defeat millions of soldiers!" Nangong Shi said in surprise.

Huang Feihu and others were also shocked: "Like this, he can kill the imperial army alone without fighting!"

Jiang Shang smiled and stroked his beard and said: "After all, small skills, small skills are useless. To kill the enemy and kill the generals, you have to rely on the generals."

But in his heart, he was in a panic: "Where did this stubborn disciple learn such a great method? Even the three religions don't have such fighting skills. It's simply..."

At this time, Huang Feihu asked for orders: "Prime Minister, the enemy camp is in chaos now. I will lead the troops to kill for a while. If there is a chance, I will defeat the enemy army. If there is no chance, I can also support Liu Xianchang."

Jiang Shang thought for a moment and then issued an order: "General Huang collected and trained three thousand cavalry and went out of the city to fight."

"Got the order!" Huang Feihu received the order. Not long after, the four doors opened wide and thousands of cavalry came running towards the carriage with the sound of hooves like thunder.

However, as soon as he left the city, Liu Qiao rose up in the form of a rainbow and flashed to the enemy's camp gate.

Before Feng Lin entered the camp, he was blocked by Liu Qiao's escape light. He was startled and hurriedly reined in his horse.

Unexpectedly, the horse was already tired. With a cry of "Herodus!", Yang raised his front legs and stood upright. Feng Lin was caught off guard and fell off the horse.

Just as Liu Qiao was about to give him a sword blow, Zhang Guifang appeared next to him and stabbed him diagonally with a mortar spear. He had to duck and avoid it.

Zhang Guifang took the opportunity to snatch Feng Lin into the camp, and then shouted: "Ming Jin withdraws the troops and closes the camp gate!"

After all, they were the elite of the imperial border troops. They issued orders and prohibited them. When they heard the sound of gongs and drums, thousands of soldiers and horses stopped fighting and retreated into the camp with shouts and cries.

At this time, Huang Feihu rode a five-color sacred bull, led Huang Ming, Zhou Ji and other generals, and three thousand iron cavalry, but he arrived a step late.

"Daozhang Liu is really a master of immortal magic," Huang Feihu stepped forward and cupped his hands.

Liu Qiao returned the salute, and all those jackals, tigers, leopards, mountain spirits, and wood guests turned into silk and shone and took back their bodies.

"The enemy has closed the four villages tightly. I don't think they will leave the camp. Let's go back first." Liu Qiao knew their plan as soon as he saw Huang Feihu leading his troops.

Huang Feihu and other generals walked around the camp and saw that the enemy's camp was very stable, with many archers and water sources. Zhang Guifang was indeed good at fighting formations, and the camp was very stable.
To be continued...