Mythological Native Species

"Shut up!" The one-armed swordsman who had been standing in the corner, holding the knife, suddenly said in a low voice.

Needless to say, a short man had turned over lightly and flew up to the roof, then quietly looked into the distance.

Although the sound was not too loud, in the gradually darkening night, it was impossible to see the distant scene.

But judging from the faint sound of horses' hooves, the flying birds that were frightened away, and the traces of flying, there were already many people quietly surrounding the small temple.

"We were discovered. There are at least a hundred people in Tartar, and there are more in the distance. I can't see clearly." The short man fell to the ground lightly like a bird, and then said to everyone in a low voice.

Everyone's expressions became solemn, but no other superfluous emotions could be seen.

"Let's break through! Take advantage of the fact that they haven't noticed that we already know the movement, so choose a direction to break out." Guangping Taoist priest said.

The one-armed swordsman who first noticed the difference before said: "If you are scattered and escape, one can escape. I, the monk and the beggar, stay here to attract attention and break up their formation."

Guangping's master, the old Taoist, sighed and said, "The art of war of the Tartars was learned from the wolves on the grassland. The wolves are best at hunting down their prey, they will drive the prey into a desperate situation, and then kill them. Death. Their cavalry who come and go like the wind, and the strong bow that almost everyone has, are the fangs of the Tartars."

Most of the people in the Jianghu are extraordinary in martial arts, each with their own specialties.

If they were to face off against a very few Tatar cavalry, of course, the people in the rivers and lakes had a high probability of winning.

But when they really fought in groups, they were pulled away by the Tartars, who chased and fought from a distance.

Although this place is desolate, there is still a temple to defend. Those who choose to stay will certainly die, but they also involve some troops, which is equivalent to dismantling the formation of the Tartars and creating opportunities for others to escape.

The one-armed swordsman should have fought against the Tartars many times, and he knew quite a bit about their methods. That's why he found such a way in this desperate situation.

"No way! We have to go together and stay together. It's just death. People can die, but they can't lose their backbone. If our master and apprentice leave today, we won't even have the face to bow down to the Sanqing Patriarch." Guang Ping Taoist covered the cracked wound under excitement, stood up and roared in a low voice.

The one-armed swordsman shook his head and refused: "You are young and vigorous! You are still a Taoist priest, and your temper is so impulsive. No wonder you are optimistic and have no reputation. You still need to keep your usefulness and go to meet Jiujianxian. It is the mission given by the leader of the alliance, and there is no room for failure. Please also take care of the overall situation.”

The old Taoist looked quite immortal, but at this moment he patted his apprentice on the shoulder, showing no anger at the 'contempt' of the one-armed swordsman, but smiled with relief: "We are from the rivers and lakes, we don't know what the big picture is. The courage of a single man is only five steps of blood, but within these five steps, it is the backbone of our continuous fight. Although we die today, we cannot let ourselves look down on ourselves. "

While speaking, the Tatars would not care about the words of loyalty of the people in the temple at the moment.

The rain of arrows arrived as scheduled, passing through the broken eaves one after another, opening the roof with skylights, and the leaking windows, like a strong wind, poured into the small ruined temple.

A big man dressed as a fisherman shouted loudly, and a wide fishing net was thrown away, which actually covered a small space in a short time.

The sharp arrows were caught in the fine eyeholes of the fishing net. In a short period of time, most of the fishing nets were covered with dense arrows.

"Kill it out!" The old Taoist would look like his temper was even hotter than that of his disciple Guangping, the green front on his waist was unsheathed, and the man had already flew out through the gap under the fishing net, his short body clinging to the ground, his pace Lightly, in the blink of an eye, he has already swept into the forest not far away.

It was followed by the screams of the Tartar cavalry before they died.

Everyone in the temple glanced at each other, as if to say goodbye at last, and then raised their weapons and rushed into the army.

However, heroism and passion cannot solve the problems caused by the gap in strength.

Soon all the knights were surrounded by the army.

The short confrontation only took a few breaths, and several people died tragically under the random swords and arrows.

Those who are alive are also more or less injured. According to the current situation, it is also predictable that they will die here.

In the cavalry group, the voices of the Tatar generals could be heard faintly, as if they were directing the formation.

The eyes of several knights flickered, carefully trying to see who was in command. Even if they could not escape and kill a Tartar general, it would not be a loss.

It's a pity, obviously these Tatars also know the elusiveness of people in the rivers and lakes.

Whether it is a general or an ordinary soldier, they are all dressed in almost the same way. From their appearance, it is impossible to tell who is higher and who is lower.

They communicated with each other in Tatar, a foreign language that none of the knights knew.

"Everyone! I have been practicing hard in the mountains for decades, and I have been friends with mountains and springs. I pride myself on being out of the world. Today, I am fortunate to come down the mountain and enter the world to cross this world's catastrophe. I can join you in the same path and kill the enemy here today. And soaring, luckily even!" At this time, the old Taoist priest's beard and hair were messed up, the Taoist crown on his head had already been split off, and there was still blood stains on his face that had not yet solidified.

"I'm so happy!" The rest of the people all had smiles on their faces, obviously they were dying.

But at this moment, Guang Ping suddenly said: "Master! Listen... have you heard any... different voices?"

Herod!

Numerous Tartar horses seem to be a little restless, and the well-trained war horses are jumping wildly.

For a while, the army was in chaos, but it gave many chivalrous men a chance to breathe.

Buzzing!

The crisp sound of sword chirping, from far to near.

Gradually there was a clear human voice, flying down from the sky above.

"Yujian comes by the wind, and in the world of demons, there is wine and happiness, and I will be overwhelmed without wine."

The singing gradually became clearer.

However, I saw a sword overflowing with cold light, flying from the sky, and then accompanied by singing, shuttled through the army formation.

One after another, the Tatar cavalry fell from their horses without any resistance, and the blood sprayed from their throats was dyed red.

In just an instant, the soldiers surrounding the many knights were emptied.

"One drink to drain the river, then drink to swallow the sun and the moon, a thousand cups can't get drunk, only I, the wine sword fairy..."

More intensive sword light scatters into the forest.

The screams came one after another, and amid the terrified shouts, the remaining Tatar soldiers began to evacuate quickly, and even cut the horse's **** with a knife, hating that this precious horse, which was always loved, couldn't run fast enough.

However, no matter how fast the horse is, how can it resist Feng Linhan's flying sword?

When all the Tatar soldiers were cleared.

Feng Linxen fell from the sky, stepped on the hilt of the sword, carried his arms on his back, and looked down at the four fields, feeling lonely.

"Sword...Sword Immortal! It's really a Sword Immortal!" Guangping was very excited.

He was born in the land of Jiannan, and there have been stories of Jianxian since ancient times. After entering the teacher's door, he also inquired many times, but told Jianxian's words, but it was just a rumor spread by ordinary people, and it is not credible.

However, what I saw today, this wine sword immortal, is really the style of a sword immortal.

A flying sword, shuttles through the army formation, as if entering a realm of no one, it is really cool!

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