The man named Lao Liu twitched for a while, clutching the wound that was constantly gushing blood, and collapsed to the ground. Soon he could only breathe out but not in.
died.
There was a soldier who was proficient in medical skills, and he could see the clues at a glance. The young man's claws scratched Lao Liu's intestines to pieces, and at the same time, he used cold air to freeze his internal organs to death, making it impossible to save him.
possible.
The dead can no longer die.
Three or two battle-hardened soldiers shouted, took out their simple knives, rushed forward, and began to chop at random.
Xia Ze just stepped lightly and took a few steps back. The three of them slashed twenty or thirty times in succession, but none of them touched him, and they couldn't even touch a strand of his sleeve.
In the eyes of everyone, the young man was already beyond his capabilities just to dodge the attack of three people. He was panting and his life was almost hanging by a thread several times.
There were three or two more people who were not afraid of death. They rushed forward with a loud shout. This group of people had been wallowing in blood all year round. The murderous intent on the knife edge made ordinary ghosts retreat when they saw it.
The exhaustion and panic on Xia Ze's face made the women who had just thought they were about to escape danger feel trembling with fear, but in the eyes of the rebel army, it was the vane of victory.
A soldier took advantage of Xia Ze's breathing, strode forward, took a deep breath, and the blade of the plain knife in his hand was wrapped with a layer of cold evil aura, and slashed at Xia Ze. It took two people to hug him from a distance.
The big tree suddenly blossomed and exploded like bamboo.
A chill came from behind the soldier. At that moment, Xia Ze stepped behind him and gently twisted his neck with his hands. The man twitched all over and fell to the ground.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, shaking his sleeves, he sat down on the man's back, holding two green talismans on his fingers.
"This man knows how to use talismans?" A man dressed as a general shouted.
For a moment, everyone in the Yisheng army present was trembling. In the early years, during the battle of Daqi to collect and pay Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures, they also met a Shanze Yexiu who knew how to use talismans.
With a bag of yellow talismans, he summoned strong winds and killed hundreds of them, leaving behind their armor.
In the end, the horse archer hiding in the dark fired a cold arrow and killed him, allowing them to escape the disaster. In the end, relying on a bag of talismans found on the wild cultivator, their rebel army attacked the city and conquered the city.
The land has no disadvantages, so it was favored by the monarch of Qi Dynasty and got the royal food.
This reminded the group, and someone shouted: "Don't fight with this kid, everyone, shoot arrows!"
Xia Zezheng broke the limbs of a tall man, picked up a simple knife, and stabbed another fleeing sergeant. Hearing that the group was about to release an arrow, he frowned slightly, and then a green talisman came from his fingertips.
Fly up.
Densely packed arrows, with an icy cold light flashing on the arrows, were shot towards Xia Ze and the women behind him. The cries were continuous.
Three feet above the head, a high golden wall suddenly appeared, blocking hundreds of arrows.
There was a sound of gold and stone, and arrows with curved arrows were scattered on the ground.
Xia Ze's face turned slightly pale, and he looked at the remaining twenty or thirty people on the opposite side with fear on his face.
The group immediately became more confident and approached step by step. From their point of view, this kid only had one talisman left in his hand. As long as he was forced to use the talisman using the crowd tactics, it would be easy to kill him after that.
Among the crowd, there were three soldiers, riding tall horses, galloping over. In a snap, they were in front of Xia Ze and slashed them down with a single blow. The target was the young man's palm holding the talisman.
There were three consecutive thunder blasts, and the horses were frightened, raised their hooves, and fled away.
Xia Ze withdrew his fist and slowly retracted it with all his fist intention.
On a tree stump in the distance, there were three soldiers wearing armor, clinging to the tree stump like stacks of Arhats, forming a ball.
When the remaining twenty soldiers of the victorious army were surprised, a green talisman floated down from the air. Xia Ze moved, and a soldier with dexterity jumped high and grabbed the talisman first.
The next moment, his body exploded, and there was a young man in the blood mist, crushing the talisman.
The ten soldiers who were closest were pierced through the limbs by sharp ice spikes emerging from the ground when Feiyun turned on the lightning. It seemed that every ice spike deliberately avoided their vital points. They howled in pain,
With a desperate look on his face, but unable to move, he looked at the murderous young man bit by bit and slowly approached.
The remaining dozen or so remnants of the rebel army, led by an elder who looked like a leader, turned their horses and fled.
In the sky, there was a bright red light, which turned sharply and flashed through the forest.
The three horses were safe and sound, but the heads of the three people riding on them were separated.
Xia Ze's face remained as usual and he said softly: "I haven't finished speaking yet. Don't run away. If you don't believe me, try it."
There was a flash of red light, and the horse's body was empty, except for fly ash scattered on the ground.
The dozen or so people who were fleeing slowly retreated. The leader, with the tip of a long sword flashing red light pointed at his forehead, had a red firefly-like fire spirit flying up and down.
The commander was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat, and had to muster up his courage: "Is this young hero a sword cultivator?"
Xia Ze shook his head: "Not that powerful. As you said, he is just an ordinary second-level martial artist."
The man suddenly realized that it seemed that this young man could kill more than a dozen nominally victorious troops by himself, not only relying on the talisman in his hand, but also the sword of the semi-immortal soldier at the bottom of the box.
He is indeed not a swordsman, just a swordsman.
Xia Ze didn't kill him immediately because he was obviously afraid of his identity as a rebel.
If the Xianjia sects in the Daqi Chaotang want to establish a sect, most of them must be under the jurisdiction of the Daqi royal family. It doesn’t matter what Taiyi Realm or Daluo Realm boss you are, as long as you don’t put the Chaotang in your eyes, wait for the servants to wipe it out
The mottled bloodstains in the Qian sect will naturally be replaced by corresponding sects.
Thinking like this, he tried to smile and said respectfully: "Young hero, we are the rebel army of Da Qi. There was a misunderstanding. These women expressed their feelings and sent them to the young hero to serve tea.
You can sleep with me as you like. I hope you won't kill them all, I will definitely prepare a generous gift and pay you a visit someday."
When Xia Ze heard this, he paused for a moment, and then, in the eyes of everyone with doubts, he laughed loudly, leaned forward and backward, and almost sat down on the ground, laughing to death.
The man's face was full of anger.
Xia Ze finally stopped laughing: "No, no, no, no one really thinks that I didn't kill you right away because I was afraid of your status as the Yisheng Army of Da Qi."
He held out a finger and said, "I heard that the Rebel Army is a brave and capable team. Why do some people commit crimes today by burning, killing, looting, extending their butcher knives to innocent people, and dare to pretend to be the Rebel Army?"
Xia Ze's expression gradually became cold: "I can make it clearer. All of you who are here today pretending to be the Rebel Army must die. However, an old god asked me to be a gentleman, so I will tell you the rules. I want to tell you
It makes sense, just stand still."
He raised his head and looked at the bright moon: "If you don't want to be reasonable, you can start running."
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight fast horses turned around and galloped away, including the commander.
Xia Ze waved his hand, and the red sword light flew away in the direction of their escape.