The remaining dozen or so slave warriors may not be able to easily kill Ling Tian, but they are absolutely victorious against the more than a hundred ordinary people who survived before.
When they turned around and chased the common people, the sound of crying and fighting suddenly sounded in the distance. Some of the ordinary people who were hundreds of meters away and still running actually collapsed and sat down.
On the ground.
Then, while Ling Tian was stunned, the fastest slave warrior slashed several people's necks with their scimitar.
At this time, Ling Tian almost subconsciously threw the scimitar in his hand.
Death appeared again among the slave warriors.
However, the two scimitars only killed one slave warrior this time, while the other scimitar was blocked by another slave warrior and his companions.
In the distance, the charging slave warriors immediately grabbed several ordinary people and did not kill them again. Instead, they forced them to kneel down towards Ling Tian.
"Save me, save me..."
Crying voices suddenly sounded, and the ordinary people who were forced to kneel down cried and begged loudly when they saw Ling Tian, as if they had seen the savior.
And as this ordinary person begged, the slave warrior standing behind him put his scimitar on this ordinary person's neck at the same time.
Ling Tian looked coldly at the operations of the slave warriors over there, and secretly sneered. What did this slave warrior want to do? Threatening ordinary people with their lives would be extremely ridiculous.
Although he will rescue others when given the opportunity, he is definitely not great enough to sacrifice himself for others.
At least, the ordinary people over there were not enough for him to sacrifice himself for them.
The scimitar swiped across the neck of the ordinary citizen who was forced to kneel. When blood spattered, the slave warrior's wrist shook and he threw a bloody head towards Ling Tian.
Seeing the head fall, Ling Tian's eyes suddenly widened, and anger emerged from the bottom of his heart subconsciously.
At this time, behind the slave warrior who had killed an ordinary citizen, the remaining dozen or so slave warriors had returned with dozens of ordinary people in their custody.
Seventy-eight out of ten of the hundreds of ordinary people who had escaped were recaptured.
"Save us, help..."
Dozens of ordinary people were forced to kneel down, and then watched Ling Tian begging and shouting like the one who was killed before.
There is no doubt that in the eyes of these ordinary people, Ling Tian, who can kill more than a dozen slave warriors, is their only way to survive. For this reason, these people even subconsciously ignore Ling Tian's age.
Standing behind the ordinary people, the remaining slave warriors looked at Ling Tian coldly.
Want to confront...
No, there are more than ten of these guys, and they were originally on the stronger side. Now that they have captured these people, they are not threatening themselves. There is something wrong with this.
Ling Tian felt a slight shiver in his heart. Suddenly, he shrank sharply, and a sharp sound broke through the air. Behind him, an arrow almost brushed his scalp with the roaring wind.
There are more than thirty slave warriors...
A realization emerged in Ling Tian's heart.
Without thinking, Ling Tian's figure quickly rolled out towards the grass on the side.
To the side, the grass was filled with the sound of insects. It was obvious that there was no ambush or anything with murderous intent.
"Come out, otherwise these people will die because of you..."
At this time, the slave warriors standing behind nearly a hundred ordinary people roared angrily. It turned out that those many people were not there to threaten Ling Tian, but just to disturb Ling Tian's mind at this time.
When the slave warrior spoke, behind Ling Tian, sharp sounds broke through the air one after another.
Those arrows began to frantically block any direction in which Ling Tian could escape.
There is no doubt that these slave warriors are crazy about keeping Ling Tian here.
In fact, by this time, Ling Tian did not have much room to hide and escape. However, Ling Tian had acquired some strange talents since his death.
Therefore, while rolling and jumping, Ling Tian vaguely felt that he seemed to have some kind of invisible perception, and he could clearly know how to avoid the arrows.
And this way of evasion made those slave warriors reveal murderous intent in their eyes.
Having been enslaved by many families of the Si Jin Dynasty in the south for countless years, these slave warriors know very well how powerful these practitioners in the south are. In fact, if it weren't for the internal strife among the southerners themselves, they would have exhausted all the masters.
Even if the slaves were freed and had weapons, they would never dare to rebel.
During the Dinghan period, even at the end of the Dinghan period when Dinghan was about to perish, a team led by a top cultivator, even with hundreds of people, could easily kill tens of thousands of cavalry from any tribe on the grassland.
Although Dinghan has been destroyed for more than two hundred years, and Si Jin has not completely inherited Dinghan's strength, the Central Plains cultivators during Si Jin's period were also extremely powerful.
At least, with the same number of teams, Si Jin's army with cultivators can easily destroy the army of any surrounding tribe.
For the slave warriors, the cultivators from the south are definitely the best. Therefore, seeing Ling Tian, a child less than ten years old, possessing so many magical places makes these slave warriors feel...
Danger.
What kind of existence would such a child be like if he grew up?
I'm afraid even those famous generals from the Ding-Han Dynasty can compare with him.
Naturally, such a southerner cannot be allowed to grow up.
"Don't run away. Fight me openly. If you win, I'll let them go..."
Arrows continued to fire, and at the same time, the slave warriors standing behind nearly a hundred people began to chop off the heads of those people one by one, and then threw the heads towards Ling Tian.
These slave warriors subconsciously felt that this method could not only deter the enemy, but also make the southern barbarians who always pay attention to etiquette and morals feel inexplicable emotions such as guilt.
After cutting off more than a dozen heads, the slave warrior standing behind the common people saw that Ling Tian paid no attention to them. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to stop cutting off the heads.
But, at this moment, the people who were still alive suddenly began to curse.
"You can't ignore death..."
"Beasts in clothes..."
Crazy curses sounded. These ordinary people may not be fools or fools. Most of them can think clearly. Even if Ling Tian does not escape, even if he stops to fight with his slave warriors, it is probably impossible to let those
The slave warriors spared them.
However, seeing that their heads were about to be chopped off, but Ling Tian could still escape, these people's psychological instincts had already become unbalanced.
Then, this imbalance turned into crazy curses.
This is not a sinister human heart, it is just the despicable nature of human nature. It does not despise others as being better than itself, and when one is unlucky, one wishes others to be unlucky.
The slave warrior standing behind a group of common people was slightly stunned when he heard these people begin to curse Ling Tian, and then burst into laughter.
These scoldings let this slave warrior know that there was no need to be afraid of Ling Tian, no, he was afraid of Si Jin. Even if there was another peerless general in this country, the spirit of this country had already been defeated.
Of course, slave warriors don't understand terms like morale. However, as warriors like beasts, these slave warriors know what morale is like better than anyone else.
On the edge of the grass, an arrow struck Ling Tian's arm, but at this moment, Ling Tian suddenly turned his body, and the scimitar flew back while spinning.
The scimitar crossed a distance of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, and then nailed the throat of a slave warrior fiercely.
The next second, more than a dozen slave warriors rushed out from behind the dead slave warrior, and then angrily opened their bows and fired at Ling Tian again.
There are more than ten archers, and they should be professional archers.
Although the thirty slave warriors also shot arrows before, the archery skills of those slave warriors were simply accurate, but there was nothing special about them. But now, the arrow shooting of these ten slave warriors is much better than the previous thirty.
The danger is still greater.
These arrows almost blocked all possibilities of escape.
Ling Tian's body rolled and he kept sprinting, but he couldn't escape at all. He quickly analyzed the details of the more than ten newly appeared slave warriors in his mind.
Then, Ling Tian's figure suddenly shrank again, turning into a phantom and rushing towards the ordinary people who were cursing him.
He naturally didn't care about those curses. In fact, Ling Tian didn't even think about it at the moment, whether it was rescue or killing.
However, since these guys started to curse, Ling Tian would naturally no longer be kind to these people. Ling Tian had actually thought of how to break the situation before.
At this time, although he seemed to have awakened some strange power, it was not enough to support him in a head-on fight with all the slave warriors. Therefore, he needed some targets that could help him block the dozen or so archers behind him.
As long as someone can help him block the archers of the dozen slave warriors behind him, he can hope to kill the remaining dozen slave warriors.
And no matter which side he killed more than a dozen slave warriors and more than a dozen slave archers, he had more chances of having a good fight with the remaining side.
"Block him..."
Seeing Ling Tian sprinting towards him, the slave warrior standing behind hundreds of civilians showed a sneer on his lips, and suddenly with a roar, he carried several ordinary civilians in front of him and staggered forward.
The few ordinary people staggered out and happened to see Ling Tian approaching quickly. They actually subconsciously squeezed towards Ling Tian at the same time.
From the looks of it, he actually wanted to use his body to restrain Ling Tian.
The despicability of human nature can be seen...
Ling Tian was slightly stunned when he saw the actions of several ordinary people, but then he shrunk his figure and quickly struck the lower abdomen of the men who were squeezing towards him with both hands.
Some kind of strange force made the bodies of several ordinary people who should have been bent after being hit in the abdomen suddenly straighten up.
Then Ling Tian quickly passed through the crowd, and when a few arrows struck these ordinary people hard, Ling Tian had already reached the slave warrior who had killed more than a dozen ordinary people.
The figure curved and quickly broke the slave warrior's ankles. Then Ling Tian's arm popped out and his fingers were fiercely inserted into the slave warrior's throat.
With the blood splattering, Ling Tian's arm had been retracted, and he quickly grabbed the slave warrior's scimitar, then rotated the scimitar towards the side and slashed towards it. From the side, a slave warrior happened to step over.
Swinging the knife towards Ling Tian.
The sharp scimitar cut open the slave warrior's ankle. Ling Tian's arm moved up to meet him. A clear sound of metal collision sounded. The ankle was cut open. The slave could no longer exert much strength under the severe pain.
The warrior's scimitar was immediately swung away by Ling Tian, and then Ling Tian's scimitar wiped the slave warrior's neck.
"volley……"
At this time, a low roar sounded in the distance, and in an instant, dozens of arrows fell crazily towards Ling Tian and the surrounding area.
These slave archers shrouded Ling Tian and the surrounding area. At this time, the slave warriors here had quickly retreated outside.
The cooperation between these slave warriors is obviously extremely skilled. Even without any verbal communication, these guys know when and how they will react to each other.
However, at this time, those arrows covered an area. When the arrows arrived in the sky, Ling Tian's figure had already rolled to the ground violently, flipped over, and then quickly penetrated countless ordinary people.
The densely falling arrows quickly pierced through the ordinary people one after another, and only one or two fell in the gaps between the ordinary people.
At this time, Ling Tian's figure had already passed through the ordinary people and reached the outside. The scimitar in his hand quickly cut open the ankles of the two slave warriors again.
At this time, Ling Tian was just a child under ten years old, so he really shouldn't be too comfortable doing all these tricks.
After slicing the ankles of two slave warriors, Ling Tian didn't even rush to kill them. Instead, his figure continued to flip and jump out quickly, and in the blink of an eye he slit the ankles of five more slave warriors.
In the blink of an eye, eight of the dozen remaining slave warriors had fallen again, and the remaining four or five were now separated from where the ordinary people were.
By this time, the remaining people had already been frightened by the battle between the slave warriors and Ling Tian.
However, although they were frightened by both sides, these people who were not dead were cursing Ling Tian. It seemed that Ling Tian had done something heinous. However, in the subconscious of these people, they just felt
Ling Tian is a member of their race, so they cursed Ling Tian like this.
At this time, under the mountain road, a small team full of wounded soldiers was quickly heading towards the mountain.
