But Dongfang Ao is so easy to meet? Originally, even if he uses his body and sword to fly with explosive fighting spirit, it is extremely difficult for even an archer to shoot him, at most he can only cover shooting.

The sharp arrows shot out by more than a hundred magic archers could really hit him, less than three or four sharp arrows were still about an inch away from his skin, so it was difficult to get in any way and was bounced away by the powerful protective energy.

Dongfang Ao achieved the holy level in his 40s. He has been famous for more than two hundred years. His cultivation is unfathomable and his honorable name is Lingyun Sword Saint. When he flew past at a high speed, the barbarian soldiers who could not dodge were swept by green sword energy, their heads were cut and blood was squirting away.

"Little ant dares to kill my descendants of the Dongfang family?"

When he reached the age of Lingyun Sword Saint, even a saint-level strongman, his physical functions began to uncontrollably enter into decline. As his body grew older, it was almost impossible to break through.

A saint-level strongman can live for three hundred years, but that is an imaginary number, more or less. In fact, Lingyun Sword Saint has less lifespan, and at most he can live for another thirty or forty years. The vitality and resilience of life factors are far inferior to that of peak times.

Now his wish is just to preserve the foundation passed down from his ancestors, cultivate a holy rank for the family, and let the Divine Sword Villa continue to be glorious.

During his life as a holy level, he had trained outstanding family children several times. However, he had never succeeded. Even a saint-level strongman would be extremely difficult to cultivate a holy level.

Otherwise, Lei Qing's family, the Lei family, will not gradually decline. Every person who can achieve the saint level will have the best choices, talent, perseverance, potential, and understanding. The most important thing is to rely on opportunities and luck.

Originally, Lingyun Sword Saint thought that Dongfang Cangqiong might have the chance to advance to the holy level. Unfortunately, Dongfang Cangqiong, who was in his forties or fifty years old, had almost exhausted his potential after barely reaching the high level of gold, and the chance of breaking through the holy level was very slim. Fortunately, since Dongfang Lan began to practice formally at the age of ten, he showed extremely outstanding talents and potential.

This allowed Lingyun Sword Saint to see hope and the future. With all his strength in training and teaching, it also made the name of Dongfang Lan's little sword god.

How could he watch him die if he poured in such a descendant of Lingyun Sword Saint's hope and sustenance? In fact, when someone notified him not long ago, Dongfang Lan was preparing to take the risk to capture Princess Chiyan and tried to force the Southern Barbarian King to withdraw his troops, Lingyun Sword Saint felt something was wrong and rushed all the way.

The current Nanman King is also a generation of heroes, a saint-level powerful man, and a ten-year-old man. Just imagine how could such an existence allow his daughter to come out to play at such a critical moment? He was also investigated by the scout in advance?

From this we can see that this is clearly a trap, a vicious trap against Dongfang Lan. When he arrived at the last moment, Lingyun Sword Saint was slightly relieved and angry.

Faced with the strong and domineering spirit of Lingyun Sword Saint, Princess Chiyan issued another military order. The elite troops lying in the vicinity appeared one after another, with the Southern Barbarian Warriors holding giant shields in front, and the rear were well-trained strong archers.

A total of two or three thousand troops showed a magnificent momentum. Nearly a thousand strong archers shot their sharp arrows in a parabolic shape and into the encirclement, regardless of whether they were Dongfang Lan, Lingyun Sword Saint, or those southern barbarian soldiers who were lying on the ground and half-dead.

Although the saint-level powerful men all have the ability to be a thousand horses, they are not immortals. Even Lingyun Sword Saint, under such circumstances, they had to wave their swords and the sword lights bloomed to cover him and Dongfang Lan. All the arrows, under the sharp sword energy, exploded into pieces.

Such a huge formation made Lingyun Sword Saint burst into thought and thought it was not good. This was clearly not a trap for Dongfang Lan, but a target of Dongfang Ao. Otherwise, there would definitely be no such lineup.

These two or three thousand barbarian troops are not just ordinary soldiers, including a large number of black iron-level elite soldiers, dozens of bronze-level generals, five or six silver-level generals, and two gold-level generals, including Princess Chiyan.

Even with the strength of Lingyun Sword Saint, it was impossible for him to withstand such a lineup. Immediately, he fed Dongfang Lan a pill to help him recover his fighting spirit. He picked him up, jumped up, and rushed out with a sword more than ten feet away. As the sword light flew and flickered, the barbarian warriors with shields broke the shield and died one after another.

According to the strength of Lingyun Sword Saint, he flew alone with his energy, and could fly more than a hundred feet in one breath. However, holding one person, his weight increased sharply, and he could not even reach thirty feet in his sword. What's more, even a saint-level powerful man wanted to fly in the air was a kind of act of consuming fighting spirit. Before, he flew with his sword, which was relying on the power of gliding down from the mountain.

Instead, they fought all the way out from the ground, and faced with fewer people at the same time, so there was no need to worry too much about the enemy's archers.

Lingyun Sword Saint is worthy of being a saint-level powerful man. He killed all the way and was simply crushed by him. Wherever he passed, there was no general who had a crushing limb, and his broken limbs flew across the road, and he was dripping bloody, and he fought out a bloody path.

He killed two or three hundred people in just half a stick of incense. The blood stained the mountain area of ​​Zi, which was particularly bloody and cruel under the setting sun.

With Princess Chiyan's orders, the barbarian warriors kept roaring, and rushed forward with scarlet eyes and fearlessness. Even if they could easily kill their holy-level powerful men with one sword, they were not afraid. This shows Princess Chiyan's military power.

The bravery of these Southern Barbarian warriors also made Lingyun Sword Saint slightly frightened. Fortunately, after her calculations in a flash, at most half a stick of incense would be able to kill a canyon. At that time, as long as the enemy could no longer surround him, there would be a great chance to escape with Dongfang Lan.

As for those elite subordinates of Dongfang Lan, they have already died.

After killing all the way, Lingyun Sword Saint's fighting spirit was quickly consumed in a fierce battle, and the protective energy on his body also appeared and there were faint signs of instability.

Just when there were still dozens of feet away to break through the siege, a thick smile suddenly came from the air: "Lingyun Sword Saint, you probably wouldn't have dreamed of today?"

A tough middle-aged man with slightly dark skin, strong and burly figure, wearing barbarian king armor, holding a giant mace rushed from the canyon like a chariot. Wherever he passed, a gust of wind blew the sand and rocks, and the sky became dim. The warriors of the southern barbarians who were blocking the road hid to both sides to avoid being killed.

"Meng Hu, the King of Southern Barbarians?" Lingyun's sword saint's pupils tightened. Although he had a premonition, this was probably a killing game against him. But I really didn't expect that the dignified King of Southern Barbarians would come out to attack him in person.

Just as the two of them were talking, the Southern Barbarian King had already rushed within seven or eight feet, and a burst of fireworks surged around his body, just like a god of war crawling out of the fire hell.

The giant mace suddenly smashed, and a fire dragon formed as the fire light condensed, rushing straight to the Lingyun Sword Saint, the hot man, and the space was slightly distorted by the steaming.

"Fire Dragon Break."

Lingyun Sword Saint felt a terrified. He had fought with the Southern Barbarians no less than ten times in his life.

He is also very familiar with the Zhurong magic skill inherited from the Southern Barbarian royal family. He knows that this move is extremely powerful, and there are enemies on both sides, so there is no way to hide.

I immediately condensed my fighting spirit and seemed to stab forward with a casual sword, but a shrill sword light condensed into the tip of the sword, and a sharp roared away. The sword light and the fire dragon collided in an instant.

With a loud bang, a violent shock wave spread in all directions like ripples. Wherever you pass, rocks shattered and flew across, and the ground seemed to be plowed.

More than a dozen barbarian warriors who could not escape were swept away by the waves of air and died on the spot.

The Southern Barbarians have always been in opposition to the Divine Sword Villa, and have fought countless times since ancient times. The hatred between them is extremely deep. The father of the contemporary Southern Barbarian King Meng Hu died at the hands of Lingyun Sword Saint more than 70 years ago.

"Puff!" The violent impact, forced the fighting spirit, made Lingyun Sword Saint spew a mouthful of blood, and his face was slightly pale. His fighting spirit had already been consumed by force before.

But the Southern Barbarian King, both in his body and fighting spirit, was at the peak. He laughed wildly and took a step forward. The mace was pressing down without any pretty Taishan.

Lingyun Sword Saint was holding Dongfang Lan in his arms, holding a sword. With a clang, a huge force poured into his body, causing him to retreat for about ten steps before he could stabilize his body.

If it was at its peak, the strength of Lingyun Sword Saint would still be above the Southern Barbarian King. Unfortunately, Lingyun Sword Saint was old and had another fierce battle of consumption, embracing Dongfang Lan. Various unfavorable factors caused him to suffer heavy damage.

"Dongfang Ao, today I will kill you and avenge my father." The Southern Barbarian King was like a giant rhinoceros, rushing around, with great moves, unparalleled and powerful, as if he was overwhelmed and unstoppable.

Although Lingyun Sword Saint was in various unfavorable situations, he still insisted on it. His sword was sharp and elegant, and lasting for a long time.

When the battle between the Saint-level powerful men often affects the fish of the pond. The warriors of the Southern Barbarians have retreated more than ten feet away and surrounded the Lingyun Sword Saint from afar.

"Child, listen, don't talk." Lingyun's sword saint's voice condensed into a line and fell into Dongfang Lan's ears: "In the future, Grandpa Zeng will not be able to save you anymore. Practice hard and you must become a saint-level strongman."

When Dongfang Lan's heart trembled, the Lingyun Sword Saint suddenly burst out, and he saw sharp and dazzling lights emitted from his body. Countless sword lights, like sharp arrows, piercing the Southern Barbarian King.

"No, the old ghost in the East is going to fight to the death." The Southern Barbarian King was shocked and turned the attack into defense. The huge mace, like an embroidered needle, danced extremely relaxedly.

...,(To be continued!~!
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