The pursuers behind him surged out of the valley like water.
Cavalry, drums, random arrows...
Almost chasing after Yu Xian's shadow!
Yu Xian activated "Heroes and Horses Like Dragons" and relied on the speed brought by his body skills to quickly get rid of a group of enemies behind him.
Unexpectedly, those soldiers seemed to be endless, and they quickly emerged from the woods, ravines, and even mountain streams.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Yu Xian casually grabbed a spear and killed more than ten people with his own hands.
But he didn't expect that in just a short while, the weapon he had captured would rot into dregs and dissipate into its killing power.
And this short pause to stop killing the enemy immediately attracted a hail of arrows that were fired at Yu Xian indiscriminately.
There was an arrow that almost pierced Yu Xian's cheek.
The enemies coming from all around quickly filled the gap and surrounded Yu Xian again.
Yu Xian could only grab another long sword and hastily deal with these guys.
Fortunately, those soldiers were only of ordinary skill. With Yu Xian's magical power, killing them was like cutting grass, and they didn't cause too much trouble.
He killed more than ten people in a row and completely broke up the camp that besieged him.
The moment he killed the last person in front of him and came out of the formation, Yu Xian felt as if he had broken free from some shackles.
His mind relaxed, and he vented a lot of the depression he had accumulated over the past few days.
Seeing that there was no way forward or backward, Yu Xian suddenly became murderous.
"Forget it! I'll just kill them randomly! Let's see what these ants can do to me."
Yu Xian lost his temper and started fighting left and right.
He grabbed knives, used guns, wielded hammers, and even used bows and arrows to kill cavalrymen from a distance.
Yu Xian called out the strong wind and brought heavy rain.
The heavy rain washed away the valleys, made the roads muddy, and washed away the mountains, creating a surging torrent after Yu Xian.
Countless soldiers met head-on and were all buried in the waves of mud and water.
He has never-ending physical strength, and he can roam around and fight in the surrounding valleys to his heart's content.
Until the end of the fight, Yu Xian felt a little dizzy and almost instinctively began to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces.
The repeated killings for several hours in a row even made his muscles begin to be controlled by instinct. No matter what weapon he took, he felt as if he had been immersed in it for many years and used it with great ease.
But although these endless enemies are weak, the more they kill, the more desperate they become.
The huge number is like a mountain or a dark cloud.
Let your resistance be hopeless and small.
In this mechanical and repetitive killing, Yu Xian's heroic spirit has long been gone.
If he hadn't experienced Wu Qi's more desperate life in the Gourd of Fame, if he hadn't seen how Wu Qi slowly moved forward like a lone wolf, Yu Xian might have been unable to withstand this huge psychological pressure.
Between life and death, any slightest bit of weakness and retreat will become the beginning of collapse.
…
Seeing that the east was gradually turning white, Jia Xu, who was dozing in the green sedan chair, raised his eyes and looked at the distance between morning and dusk, and slowly came back to his senses.
His rich life experience gave him patience beyond ordinary people.
And those who are patient are always the winners.
Jia Xu calculated the time and looked into the distance with some surprise.
"Hey, this little Taoist priest is not dead yet?"
Then, he patted his knees gently with his hand and said with a smile, "It's interesting."
The individual strength of those Taoist soldiers was certainly not worth mentioning, but in the face of this endless attack, Jia Xu had never seen any one who could persevere.
Even simple things can easily break a person's will as long as they are repeated countless times.
Jia Xu waved his robe sleeves, and the small sedan burst like a bubble and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Then, on a hillside not far from Yu Xian, a soldier who was running to encircle him slowly stopped.
His face suddenly changed, and he looked like Jia Xu.
Jia Xu looked down and saw Yu Xian, covered in blood, charging like a madman at the bottom of the hillside.
The Taoist soldiers summoned by Jia Xu will turn into killing power and return to him after death.
This blood could only be donated by Yu himself.
Jia Xu looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but admired, "This demon has such great supernatural powers."
If ordinary military commanders and monsters had been besieged for so long, their magic power would have dried up and their physical strength would have been exhausted.
The young Taoist priest below, although covered with bruises, was wearing a robe stained with blood and was fighting back and forth like a clump of weeds. No matter what kind of rainstorm, frost or snow, he was still stubbornly struggling to survive.
Perhaps because Jia Xu had been watching for a long time, Yu Xian underneath was suddenly touched.
His nerves, which were numb from the repeated killings, immediately felt Jia Xu's presence.
Yu Xian turned around sharply, his eyes fixed on Jia Xu.
Jia Xu's appearance seemed to add countless colors to this unchanging dullness.
Yu Xian was so excited that he almost trembled, and his spirit that was originally going to be numb and sinking suddenly became alive.
"Jia Wenhe!"
Yu Xian looked up to the sky and roared loudly, which was resounding everywhere, and then he violently rushed toward the top of the mountain where Jia Xu was.
A strong wood-attribute aura erupted from Yu Xian's body, and countless cracked wounds healed quickly. His abundant physical strength became more and more powerful, making Yu Xian feel that he had never been so powerful!
Jia Xu's eyes became filled with admiration.
"This demon is so brave!"
"pity……"
Jia Xu waved his robe sleeves and appeared on a hilltop farther away.
There was a small blue sedan parked there.
Jia Xu looked back and slowly walked into the small sedan.
He smiled slightly and said, "So what?"
…
Yu Xian stared at the place where the sedan chair was, fighting and walking away.
Finally found a weak point and fought through the siege.
It was a pity that Yu Xian didn't understand the geography. He had just broken out of the siege when he saw rows of cavalry rushing down the hillside from a distance.
"That's not okay."
Once he had a goal, Yu Xian's somewhat stiff mind became flexible again.
And after calming down, Yu Xian suddenly discovered another terrifying thing.
The massive killing power that Yu Xian harvested from Guo Jiameng has been consumed to an extremely serious extent!
If the power of the art of war, which he relies on most, is exhausted, then only death awaits him!
"I can't sit still and wait for death!"
Yu Xian looked around, ignored Jia Xu in the distance, and ran towards the highest hillside.
When he reached the high slope, Yu Xian looked far into the distance and recognized the surrounding terrain. His eyes quickly swept across, and suddenly he saw an extremely large number of deer in a valley not far away.
"deer?"
After spending the whole night, Yu Xian, who was already extremely hungry, couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Then, the blood vessels in his forehead jumped, and a crazy plan suddenly came into his mind.
Yu Xian looked hard at the deer, then looked back at the small sedan in the distance.
With a fierce heart, he no longer had any scruples at the moment, "I can take care of Ju Lao Guo, but why can't I take care of you Ju Lao Jia?"