Even the powerful who survived by chance were forced to donate a large amount of money and food, which was greatly damaged.

Before Xue Zhili's army left, they would never dare to move a step.

Unless, I really see hope to defeat him.

"After all, it depends on strength."

"As long as I am given a chance, as long as someone restrains his army for half a month, I can cut off the Xue Zhe's food route. The army has no food and will collapse without fighting!"

...

The ancient bamboo building is surrounded by water in the south. When you open the small window, you will see a shimmering wave.

In a large courtyard covering an area of ​​more than ten acres, there are pavilions and towers everywhere, and there are strange flowers and trees everywhere.

This is a luxury house in Changchun County. It was originally a wealthy local businessman, but now it has become Xue Zhili's residence.

At the gate, there was a white-haired old man wearing black clothes and a golden thread on his chest with flame patterns embroidered with gold thread. His eyes were gathered in his wide sleeves, his eyes closed and his mind were waiting silently, looking leisurely.

There were about a hundred soldiers lying all over the floor beside him.

Everyone has a bruised nose and a swollen face, and loses consciousness.

Near the mansion, there was no sound, and even the sound of running water that had always been gone.

It was quiet, as if it was isolated from the present realm.

Soon, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of ruts, the sound of beating gongs and drums came from afar.

Xue Zhili's team is approaching here.

"Come here..."

The white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes and stared forward.

At the end of sight, a team had already appeared.

Xue Zhili was riding on the horse swaying, surrounded by many guards.

"Who?"

At this time, someone had already discovered something was wrong.

According to the rules, there should be a guard nearby at this time.

However, no figure was seen.

On the contrary, the figure lying on the ground was more conspicuous.

And the old man in black who stood upright among the more than a hundred and ten seemed particularly conspicuous.

"Hmm? By the assassin?"

Xue Zhili's pupils shrank slightly and he stared at the figure ahead.

The seemingly small old man was lurking in his body that was comparable to magma.

Even though he was a few hundred steps apart, he could still feel the unconcealed momentum and... murderous intent!

"Soter! Formation!"

Xue Zhili shouted, and at the same time pulled out her sabre.

His blood as a warrior was already boiling.

In front, the old man moved.

He took one step forward and was elusive, and he approached the several soldiers who were rushing in front.

He didn't see much movement, just pushing his palm flat, and the palm wind turned into countless tiny wind blades.

Before these people could even scream, they were beaten into blood mist and dyed half of the streets red.

The violent wind blade continued to advance and flattened the entire street.

In the end, only half a person was left in all the shops on this street.

Even the rest is just a mess, like the scene after a typhoon passes through.

But the parts that were cut by the wind blade looked like real marks of swords and guns.

After this time, there were few living people on this street.

Xue Zhili rode on the horse, her face stiff and cold sweat had wet her back.

About five steps before him, only five warlocks were left, half kneeling on the ground, struggling to maintain a translucent water curtain full of cracks.

Just now, these warlocks reported it in time and used magic to combine force to block the long-established attack.

Their spells were indeed good, protecting several people around them, but they were not without losses.

Other than that, everyone disappeared.

They also exhausted their energy, and at least they lost the opportunity for the time being.

The old man in black stopped in place and calmed his breath.

This long-established move is not something he can do.

At least now, he needs a rest.

However, his goal was achieved.

Have demonstrated strength.

Next, we can have a good conversation.

"Wu, Wu Saint..."

Xue Zhili swallowed her saliva with difficulty, muttering in a hoarse voice.

He didn't know when he had provoked such a person.

Resistance is impossible...

A martial saint is not something he can afford to provoke.

The so-called Martial Saint, as the name suggests, is an existence that is sufficient to be saged in martial arts, and is a great master of martial arts.

Unlike the so-called saints in academic classics, the saints of martial arts have the power to fight against ten thousand troops by one person, so they were able to be saged.

The Martial Saint is already at the peak of the world. Going further, it is the path of immortality.

Becoming an immortal through martial arts is a human immortal.

However, in history, celestial immortals are more common, and human immortals are less common.

Because martial arts and longevity are not as good as immortal arts, it is usually not more than 180 years old to become an immortal.

Even the Martial Saint, after the age of 180, will inevitably begin to decline in the blood and blood. If you want to enter the path of immortality, your hope will be slim.

There are gains and losses.

On the other hand, for example, on the battle formation, the role of the Martial Saint far exceeds that of the human warlock who has not yet become an immortal, and is a terrifying existence that can truly defeat tens of thousands of troops head-on!

Xue Zhili was attracted by Nestorians and chose to be a puppet, so he naturally had to train him.

It was precisely because he knew what kind of ferocious beast was on the other side that he became more and more uneasy and panicked, and he didn't even dare to do any extra moves.

"How could this happen... How could this happen...I...What kind of evil did I do?"

At this moment, there was no ambition............... What was the idea of ​​getting rid of Nestorianism, what was separatist, and what was the name of keeping history? It seemed so small in front of that figure.

"If I can survive, I will definitely not get involved in these things in the future..."

"Nothing is more precious than this life..."

Just as Xue Zhili was lying nervously on the horse's back and didn't dare to move, several figures appeared on the other side of the street.

"The Martial Saint has been born for a hundred years and has been in charge of the throne of the court. The world is determined... I didn't expect that there is still the Martial Saint who is still alive."

A young man holding a sword in the lead exclaimed.

"Nestledo, the master of the church, Qingyu."

"Qin'an."

"Jingming."

"Lingling."

"See senior!"

These Nestorians should give in first.

Facing such seniors, they salute and express awe.

The old man in black glanced indifferently.

Suddenly, "clang clang clang", several people drew their swords and were out of their sheath, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Just a look, they could see their hair standing up all over, as if they were being targeted by a wild beast.

No, it is many times more terrifying than a ferocious beast.

In Qingyu's opinion, there is still a chance to escape in the face of ferocious beasts.

His hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and the accumulated energy condensed and ready to explode at any time.

Even if you lose, you cannot retreat.
Chapter completed!