Xia'er ran away secretly under Yang Yong's pull. Before he could leave ten miles, he suddenly heard two strange screams.

Everyone immediately disappeared among the weeds and looked up at the air. But they saw two arrows flying in the air with a whimpering sound, and two balls of black smoke exploded.

"Bitch!" Yang Yong whispered, "She betrayed us!"

"No way?" Xia'er didn't want to believe it.

Yang Yong put his fingers in front of his lips, snorted "shush", and told everyone that the enemy was approaching from behind.

More than a dozen monks rushed over in the air, searching around, shouting in a mess: "Yang Yong, you can't escape, come out and die... Princess Shunning is here too? As long as you come out and die, we can let her go... Your trace has been exposed, and three hundred monks will surround the place. I think you'll stop yourself from suffering..."

The Nine-ring Sword and the Seven-Star Sword quietly shot out two arcs of light from the weeds. The two monks in the sky were unable to notice it and were immediately shot into the back of the arc. They could not even make a sound, and then turned around and took them down.

As soon as the other monks noticed, four arc lights shot out one after another, killing four people. The two old men held the Nine-Ring Sword and the Seven-Star Sword, jumped into the air, fighting with the remaining seven or eight monks.

Yang Yong was about to show up to help, but he saw dense black shadows appearing in four directions, southeast, west and north. Knowing that a large number of monks under Yue Chengfeng were about to arrive, he hurriedly said to the two old men in the air: "Don't be in love with the battle, go immediately!" As he spoke, he had already pulled Xia'er up, pressed against the snow, and then covered the weeds and rushed towards a valley in the northeast.

The two old men did not retreat. Although they had escaped from the enemy's entanglement and killed two more as soon as they fought, they still attacked wildly, as if they were planning to attract the pursuit of the enemy so that Yang Yong could escape from the enemy's encirclement.

The enemy came quickly and approached less than a hundred feet in a blink of an eye. Seeing that the two old men were reluctant to retreat, Yang Yong urged angrily: "Why don't you leave?"

"I won't leave!" The man who answered him was holding the big sword in the Spring and Autumn Period. He did not follow Yang Yong to escape, but sat cross-legged, placed the big sword in the Spring and Autumn Period flat on his knees, and said lazily: "Three hundred monks! When I kill them all, I will go to the Wuji Palace to meet with the master of the same hall!"

Yang Yong stopped and frowned. The executioner grinned and pointed at the big man, as if he was encouraging Yang Yong to accompany his three subordinates to fight together. Yang Yong suddenly felt excited and immediately took a step back.

Xia'er immediately grabbed Yang Yong's wrist, shook his head quickly, and glared at the executioner. The executioner pouted and timidly retracted his fingers, looking a little aggrieved. Yang Yong sighed lightly, nodded to Xia'er, and fled quietly.

Soon, three hundred monks rushed over and scattered around, forming a huge circle in the air about ten feet away from Xia'er and others. Xia'er did not dare to move anymore and quietly lie in the snow. Yang Yong, the executioner, Chen Gui, and Fang Lin squatted around each other, and once the traces were leaked, they would kill them out.

At this time, the two old men of Wanshatang killed two more monks, with only three enemies remaining. The big man sitting cross-legged in the snow shouted loudly, flew out of the weeds in the air, swept out the Spring and Autumn sword in the air, and shot out a seven-foot-long half-moon-shaped white light.

The arc light he erupted was not only powerful, but also surprisingly fast. The three monks who were facing the enemy with the two old men just saw the arc light coming, but before they could dodge, they were dispersed their protective true energy and then cut them into two sections.

This sword was indeed amazing. It actually killed three monks under Yue Chengfeng's men in one fell swoop. Even the two old men in Wansha Hall were so scared that they trembled all over.

"Master, I'll open the way!" The man laughed loudly, waved the big sword in the spring and autumn, and rushed towards the monks in the northwest.

The monks under Yue Chengfeng immediately met up, holding magic weapons, using their true energy to stimulate arc light, fireballs, flying knives, feather arrows... towards the big man. The big man drew a circle around himself with the Spring and Autumn sword, creating a tube-shaped protective halo, blocking the attacking various true energy. The big sword came out again, and five monks were stabbed off their heads by the arc light he shot out. The two old men from Wanshatang had also arrived. The three suddenly rushed out of a gap, separated from each other, and rushed to the left and right. It seemed that they wanted to expand the gap and protect Yang Yong and others to pass smoothly. As a result, the three hundred monks were in chaos and shot at the three people one after another.

A monk with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek passed by Xia'er's head, holding a silver iron ring in his hand, and flew over. But with a light eh, he seemed to have heard something and turned back. Xia'er was so scared that she changed her face and didn't know what to do.

When Yang Yong saw the monk coming from apart, he sneered secretly, and suddenly opened his hand and grabbed him.

Yang Yong's arms were still hidden among the weeds and were not exposed. But just as he reached out to grab them, a big brown hand as tall as ten feet tall suddenly appeared, and he pinched the monkey with a sharp-mouthed cheek to the palm of his hand.

With a muffled sound, the monk was pinched into flesh paste, and the silver iron ring came out of his hand and flew in the air. Fang Lin hurriedly took action, as fast as lightning, and waved to the silver iron ring thrown in the air by the monk. The iron ring flew over and hid into the grass.

Yang Yong's big brown hand suddenly turned blood red and then disappeared. The "meat paste" monk disappeared out of thin air, and even a little blood and blood could not be left behind.

Xia'er was shocked by the scene above her head, curled up and shivered.

Seeing that Yang Yong possessed such a strange magical skill, Chen Gui and Fang Lin also looked shocked, as if they couldn't believe it.

Only the executioner disagreed and secretly laughed at Xia'er.

Everything was surprisingly fast. In the blink of an eye, the monkey with a sharp-mouthed cheek had been killed, and the magic weapon was also taken away, making only a slight muffled sound.

The monk who was closest to Xia'er and others was already six or seven feet away. Although he heard the dull noise and turned around to take a look, he did not notice anything unusual and continued to rush in and rushed to support his companions.

The crisis was finally resolved, but it was almost at its peak. Seeing that the sneak attack was successful and not noticed by Yue Chengfeng's subordinates, Yang Yong quietly exhaled, reached out to pull Xia'er, and prepared to continue to escape. But Xia'er shook all over, suddenly shook his pull, and retreated in horror. Yang Yong looked puzzled, not knowing why Xia'er had such a move.

Fang Lin sighed quietly and said, "Master! The princess is a girl. Wouldn't you scare her if you kill someone in front of her?" While complaining to Yang Yong, she held Xia'er in her arms and patted her gently, "No, don't be afraid, with Aunt Fang Lin here, Xia'er doesn't have to be afraid!"

When Yang Yong learned the reason, he smiled bitterly on his face, determined the direction and led the way. Fang Lin hugged Xia'er and followed Chen Gui and the executioner followed behind.

About a quarter of an hour, the five people finally got into the valley, stepped onto the top of the mountain, hid in the ice and snow, and only showed their eyes, looking back at the grass where they had just lived.

On the grass, the battle continued. The big man holding the big sword of the Spring and Autumn Period was floating in the air. The battle became more and more courageous. The corpses under him were piled up high, and there were seventy or eighty ones.

The two old men holding the Nine-Ring Sword and the Seven-Star Sword were in a very bad situation. The Seven-Star Sword broke an arm, the Nine-Ring Sword lost one leg, and the two leaned against each other and floated a little above the sky. Although their protective true energy seemed weak and powerless, they were still fighting hard with dozens of monks who besieged them. But they could only protect themselves and were unable to hurt the enemy at all.

At this moment, two hundred archers under the Shadow Sect came to support him. A rain of arrows fell, piercing through the protective true energy of the "Nine-Ring Sword" and "Seven-Star Sword". The two suddenly turned into hedgehogs full of javelins and fell from the air.

These monks with bow-back arrows were divided into two teams, and then they surrounded the big men holding the Spring and Autumn swords.

The great man's cultivation is indeed extraordinary. Although he is alone against hundreds of monks and has killed more than a hundred enemies, the arc light he erupts is still five or six feet long, and the illusioned tube-shaped protective light shield can also block the enemy's attack.

The archers in black quickly completed the encirclement. Two hundred bows and arrows were fired in unison, turning into two hundred javelins in the wind, and almost shot the man's protective light shield at the same time. The man's protective light shield trembled, and all the two hundred javelins disappeared. However, the dazzling white light of the protective light shield also dimmed instantly. A conical ice shaped eye took the opportunity to break in, pass through the mask, and stabbed the man's clavicle.

The big man roared, and the protective light shield emitted another dazzling white light. The ice that pierced his collarbone was then forced out of his body, bursting in the sky, scattering down.

Xia'er knew that no matter how brave he was, as long as he could not rush out of hundreds of monks, he would eventually be exhausted by endless feather arrows, and in the end he would only die.

The man was certainly clear about the crisis he was facing, but he had no intention of rushing out at all. He seemed a little excited, as if he was completely intoxicated by the bloody killing battle.

The monks besieged the great man found his flaw, and a rain of arrows passed again. When his protective light shield was the weakest, he launched an attack at the same time. Two hundred magic weapons showed their power, and various martial arts were released together, and most of them broke through the great man's light shield.

The two hundred archers in the outer circle all dropped their bows and arrows because no one thought that anyone could survive such an attack, and the great man was indeed hit by countless martial arts. But at this moment, the great man's body suddenly collapsed, just like a moment before being bombarded into meat paste by various martial arts of the monks. But the great man did not turn into meat paste, but collapsed into more than three feet high, like a little man made of steel. Even the big sword in his hand shrank, becoming only four or five feet long.

Such a little steel man not only endured the attacks of more than a hundred monks, but also waved the Spring and Autumn Knife and rushed out of the siege, smashing the snow and actually crawled into the ground and no longer had any trace.

The grass was surprisingly quiet, and more than 400 monks seemed to have turned into clay sculptures. No one made any sound or moved. They all looked foolishly at the place where the little iron man disappeared.

After a long time, someone shouted, "Dark Martial Arts..."
Chapter completed!