Qin Luo looked nervous when the city lord's mansion had destroyed most of the Zangjian Pavilion.

He felt that although the shot just now hit the target, it did not completely destroy the enemy. A faint sword intent was still firmly locking himself.

This feeling is very bad, which makes Qin Luo only maintain a high concentration and dare not take it lightly.

One word, tired!

A long roar suddenly sounded in the night sky, and the gate of Zangjian Pavilion opened, and dozens of white-robed swordsmen with solemn expressions walked out, then pulled out their long swords and rushed towards the soldiers around them.

Three of the elderly surrounded the clan leader and pointed the tip of the sword diagonally on the ground. Everyone looked at the nose and the heart, and seemed to not take the thousands of people around them seriously at all.

The two commanders looked solemn. These white-robed swordsmen were all fifth-level masters, and they were the last power of the Wen family. As long as they were taken down, Wen Changyu would be finished.

Han Futong and Li Donglai shouted at the same time: "Shoot the arrow!"

The soldiers who survived were all elite soldiers, and the arrows were like rain, covering the enemies who rushed straight.

The white robe is like snow and the sword is like rainbow. The long sword in the hand of each man in the white robe shines with various colors of light, pushing away the feather arrows shot in front of him one by one.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of muskets sounded in the group of soldiers, and this time, several men in white robes were finally knocked to the ground because they could not dodge.

A little spark appeared in the crowd and then suddenly exploded. Unpredictable, three white-robed swordsmen were instantly blown to pieces.

Su Xuan secretly regretted that these guys dispersed too much. His level 4 instant magic was a group attack weapon. Unexpectedly, he only hit three people, which was a bit of a waste.

Su Su was also waving her staff. A blue snowstorm magic circle had been formed in mid-air. Countless ice arrows shot towards the enemies under the magic circle like rain, and more ice edges stabbed out of the snow.

Unlike the purely violent output of fire mages, ice mages are better at controlling the field on a large scale.

The white-robed swordsmen in the magic circle were all harassed by the ice arrows and ice edges. The musketeers and crossbowmen took the opportunity to attack, and the enemies fell down one by one.

In less than ten seconds, nearly one-third of the white-robed swordsmen fell to the ground. Wen Changge, who was hiding on the outer wall of Zangjian Pavilion, was furious when he saw it. He pointed his right hand and the blue short sword flew towards Su Su like a meteor.

When Su Su saw the blue light shining in the air, she immediately stopped the blizzard magic circle. She drew a circle of magic staff in her hand in the air, and a thick ice wall had appeared out of thin air.

The next second, the blue light had hit the ice wall, but it was blocked for a moment. The sword kept trembling slightly. While the crisp dragon roar sounded, the thick ice wall had been directly penetrated!

When Su Su was fading, a figure was already blocking her, and the sharp kitchen knife slashed heavily at the dagger whose speed was greatly reduced due to the penetration of the ice wall.

You're still here?!

Now it was Wen Changge's turn to be shocked. He quickly pointed his right hand and pulled it back. The blue dagger quickly turned in the air, barely avoiding the sword, and then escaped back to his master at a faster speed.

Qin Luo stared blankly at the blue light disappearing in the night sky, looking confused.

This guy ran away just now. Does the holy level want to be faceless?

The remaining white-robed swordsmen were already approaching, and Han Futong and Li Donglai drew their long swords and led their subordinates to meet them.

For a moment, the white-robed swordsman was not afraid of the soldiers who were more than ten times more likely to be afraid. He was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and the shining sword light kept illuminating, and more than ten corpses were added on the ground in an instant.

Seeing that the flying sword was not daring to come again, Qin Luo had to use the white-robed swordsmen to start the sword first. The kitchen knife cooperated with the sword technique to make him feel as if he was in a state of no one.

The White Tiger also returned to the orange cat form and followed the owner and rushed around. No white-robed swordsman could resist their move!

The soldiers fell down like mowing grass in front of the white-robed swordsman, and the white-robed swordsman was also vulnerable to Qin Luo and the little orange cat. The battle was extremely fierce, and the broken limbs and arms were broken. Even the snow on the ground was dyed red.

Wen Changyu's face became paler and paler. His help signal had been sent for more than ten minutes, but the reinforcements from the Holy See are still speechless. Has Archbishop Murphy given up on himself?

This bastard is a slut!

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the fighting sounds on the field gradually subsided. The little orange cat let go of his little fangs, and the last white-robed swordsman fell slowly to the ground.

Qin Luo looked around and there were less than ten soldiers standing. Han Futong's right arm was cut off by Qi Gen. Li Donglai was already lying in the snow. A long sword was inserted in the vest. Lan Luos, who was covered with blood, was holding Xi Ya who was injured on his thigh. Su Xuan's little face was scratched, and she was sitting on the ground with her face covering her face and crying. The only intact Su Su was using spells to help her stop bleeding.

Thousands of pairs are less than a hundred, but they can only end with a miserable victory...

This is the foundation of the Wen family. If Qin Luo did not have the abnormal existence, just these dozens of white-robed swordsmen could have a pot of rebels, not to mention the despicable existences like the Sword Demon and Wen Changge.

Qin Luo walked towards Wen Changyu step by step. Too many people have died today, so it is time to break it!

The three old men looked at each other, then rushed up and surrounded Qin Luo in a triangle.

"You are not his opponent, go down."

A sound came from the night sky. A man in blue clothes stepped down on a flying sword. The moment he landed, blue light drew a beautiful arc in the air and automatically returned to the scabbard on his master's waist.

Qin Luo was so envious that he was so handsome. His Xuanyuan kitchen knife was just good at using it or not, and his appearance was left ten streets...

The three old men bowed to him and then retreated to the gate.

Qin Luo has only seen the appearance of the flying sword master now.

The other party was gentle and elegant, with a jade-like face, with long hair spread on his shoulders, and the long gown was burnt black, making him look a little embarrassed. It was obviously the result of his purple gold bullet just now, which made Qin Luo feel very happy...

"You are Wen Changge?"

Qin Luo has never had a good impression of men who are more beautiful than him, especially those who are more beautiful than women...

Wen Changge nodded: "I am, I don't know who you are?"

"Didn't that fat woman tell you?" Qin Luoqi said, "My name is Qin Luo, and she is a mercenary."

"Mercenary?" Wen Changge was stunned. Whoever could control his flying sword would actually go to be a mercenary?

Please, I am the sixth level, the only holy level in Dongshengzhou for thousands of years, not the roadside cabbage.

Wen Changge thought the other party wanted to hide his identity, so he asked again: "What level of mercenary is Brother Qin?"

"Fourth level, healing profession."

Wen Changge's handsome face suddenly turned dark: "Brother Qin is obviously a sixth-level swordsman, so why bother to have fun?"

Qin Luo was so amused that he told the truth that the other party thought he was lying to him, so where did he make sense?

Qin Luo was too lazy to explain to him that he was here to kill people now, not to chat with you.

"Stop talking nonsense, are you still fighting?"

"Fight, of course you have to fight!" Wen Changge smiled slightly, "I, Wen Changge, have been learning swords for many years and have never met an opponent. I finally met Brother Qin, so I naturally wanted to compete. If I lose, the Wen family will immediately give up the position of the city lord, what about?"

Qin Luo smiled faintly: "No problem, but I have to add another condition."

Wen Changge smiled and said, "Of course, I can guess your conditions without saying them. However, when you exchange rituals, Brother Qin also has to agree to me with one condition."

Qin Luo said generously: "Then you tell me."

"If Brother Qin loses, he will marry my daughter and be my husband's son-in-law of the Wen family."

Qin Luo's chin was almost falling off. Why did he encounter either forcibly accepting disciples or forcibly becoming his father-in-law? Everyone in the Qianyuan Realm likes this kind of operation?

He stammered, "Well, can I ask, who is your daughter?"

A rare gentle look suddenly appeared on Wen Changge's face.

"She is exactly seventeen years old this year and her name is Wen Yao."
Chapter completed!