Chapter 90: The Taoist wields a flying sword, and the bookworm draws fire talismans! At the beginning of Youshi.
The soldiers of the Yan army who came to ask for help were shot by feather arrows before they could get close to the front team and fell off their horses.
The frightened horse bandit stepped on the soldier's chest with fierce force.
The soldiers of the Yan army who came to ask for help seemed to be venting more, but less venting to go in.
Near the front team for transporting grain and grass, many horse bandits riding on horseback and shouting unknown names appeared.
The horse bandits gathered together in groups of three or four, and slowly approached the front team for transporting food.
When the captain of the Yan Army saw the horse bandits coming, he also waved his hand and ordered the thirty armored men to take their positions. "The enemy is coming, two miles away."
"Archers, form an array!"
In this vast wasteland, with the howling north wind, he wanted to hit the horse bandit who was riding on horseback and moving at high speed.
This is an extremely difficult thing to do. Except for the eagle shooters of the Golden Tent, only the sharpshooters in the armies of various countries can achieve such a level.
Therefore, it makes sense for the archers to form a formation and let the horse bandits hit the flying arrows.
The horse bandits are good at controlling horses, but if they can dodge one feathered arrow, can they still dodge dozens of feathered arrows? The teenagers and girls in Mochiyuan are also holding swords in their hands, ready to fight with the vicious horse bandits at any time.
Walking in the howling north wind, Chen Xuan passed the boys and girls in Mochi Garden, as well as the archers who were waiting to bow their bows.
"Lieutenant, the rear team was attacked. Send people as soon as possible to the coalition forces for help. It is said that Ming Academy is thirteen, and the enemy is defeated."
"Thirteen on the back mountain of the Academy, if he died on this wasteland, the Yan Kingdom would be involved!"
Although it may be a fellow countryman, it is not necessary, he has to bear the burden, and these 'real' horse bandits in front of him are his burden! After chopping off the bald ladle of the Baita Temple's natal Buddha beads, it is only right for horse bandits to provoke him.
Of course, these horse bandits who came to provoke them should also be mentally prepared to be killed.
Lieutenant Yan Jun clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for letting me know. I'll arrange for people to go there."
Four or five Yan Army cavalry soldiers, under the order of the Yan Army Colonel, took a long circle in the distance before waving their whips and whipping their horses to the location of the temple cavalry.
Amidst the howling north wind, Mo Shanshan, who was wearing a cloak, walked up to Chen Xuan's side. She asked intently, "Mr. Chen, the rear team was attacked, and the front team was also surrounded by horse bandits."
"The front team asked for reinforcements and was shot here again. I'm afraid the front team will be alone!"
The Dahe Kingdom and the Tang Kingdom have been friends for generations, and they can't watch them both emotionally and rationally. The disciples of the Tang Kingdom Academy died in front of their eyes.
Although Mochiyuan is better than the others among the cultivating sects, how can it withstand the accusations from the temple and the academy?
Chen Xuan shook his head slightly and said: "Lord Mo Shan, the thirteenth student of the academy, is passed down by his master, Yan Se's first disciple, he is not a cat or a dog, whoever wants to kill can kill him."
His eyes fell in the direction of Weicheng. The gentlemen at the back of the academy had always protected their shortcomings, so how could they let Ning Que walk alone in this wasteland? Cause and effect, cause and effect, bear the burden, who is wrong? That old scalper walking in the wind and sand is particularly conspicuous. The middle-aged scholar driving an ox cart has a few pages of the ancient yellowed scroll pinned to his waist. The north wind blows.
Mo Shanshan looked at the horse bandits from a distance, and after dropping several corpses, he retreated to another place in panic, and said to those horse bandits who gathered with the horse bandit brigade, "Mr. Chen, the horse bandits have gathered for several Riding, these horse bandits are here to kill me."
Her body trembled, Huang Yuan and his party endured all kinds of hardships, and after forbearance everywhere, they were still targeted like this.
Chen Xuan looked around, looked at the horse bandits living on the hill, looked at Mo Shanshan with some surprise, and said: "The horse bandits are gathered around the hill, and they never took advantage of the situation to attack, so they must be worried. Among these horse bandits, there should be no practitioners."
The horse bandits are not fools, or in other words, the horse bandits who have galloped for many years in the wasteland are all extremely shrewd people.
A Dongxuan in Baita Temple is abolished, and that Buddhist sect is very wicked, and he is a person who must repay his grievances. No horse bandit dares to accept this kind of order. Do whatever you want.
Why do you have to live in this wasteland, licking blood on the edge of a knife, with your head pinned to your belt?
Mo Shanshan's expression suddenly changed. It was a bit paler than the plum blossom cloak she was wearing. She asked with confusion: "The horse bandits are surrounding but not attacking. They want to stay in the academy." All living beings? But in this world, who dares to intercept all the living beings in the Academy?"
Chen Xuan replied with a smile: "Siege and not attack, it's not that they don't attack, but they are waiting, waiting for an opportunity."
"Maybe the people behind the scenes will take care of Master, but they won't estimate Wang Shusheng, so we still have to fight."
Chen Xuan once again borrowed Mo Shanshan's beautiful sword, grasped this beautiful sword, and grasped this square inch of heaven and earth.
The silent vitality of heaven and earth, cheering and jumping, converged on Xiujian's sword body, and the Yang God in Niwan Palace sat upright.
The cloud seal in the center of Yangshen's eyebrows exudes a radiant light, and the inner scene of his visualization is the holy scene of the fairy family.
Revealed in the clouds and mist under the sky, when the clouds and mist gather and disperse, there seems to be a god and man looking down here!
In the food transportation team, those injured porters felt that the arrow wounds on their bodies did not hurt so much now.
All the students in the Mochi Garden felt that the exhausted thoughts began to fill up silently! Chen Xuan walked with his sword, and walked to the side of Captain Yan, and said: "I'm going to kill these horse bandits, and the captain can cover up the army and rush to kill them!"
Then without waiting for the captain of the Yan Army to refuse, Chen Xuanzhan walked into the whistling north wind, and the sound of the wind was like crying.
On the vast wilderness, the Taoist walks with a sword, which makes all the soldiers of the Yan State shocked into heaven!
The worry in Mo Shanshan's eyebrows and eyes became more and more serious. She flew her fingers and began to seal the talisman, and a wave of enthusiasm lingered in her.
There seemed to be a fire talisman between heaven and earth, which appeared on the hill where the group of horse bandits gathered, but it was slightly incomplete.
It was a fire talisman, intended to startle the mount under the horse bandit!
After casting this fire talisman, Mo Shanshan, whose thoughts were almost exhausted, was on the verge of falling, but fortunately Zhuo Zhihua helped him.
Zhuo Zhihua asked: "Mr. Chen, can you win?"
Mo Shanshan said firmly: "This battle must be won!"
The flames soared into the sky and suddenly fell into the group of horse bandits. The horse bandits who were very close were bathed in the firelight and let out a shrill wail.
Chen Xuan looked at the half-dao talisman that had not dissipated, and said: "In the past 25 years of cultivating Taoism, I have never killed one with a sword, and the head is rolling all over the ground!"
Immortals value life, but today, he came to seek justice for the soul who died at the hands of the horse bandits.
If you kill someone for the sake of survival, you have to be prepared to be killed, there is nothing wrong with that, but when you are killed, you shouldn't shout out any injustice! "Go sword!"
(End of this chapter)
