Since I have been surrounded and included in the formation, I did not escape anymore, because since I can't escape, I will face it, which is better than being captured during the escape, and I will lose face.

If I were still Chen Erdan, a country boy from Mali Mountain back then, it doesn't matter. At this moment, I am already a contemporary senior brother of Maoshan and the leader of the Special Service Group of the Operations Department of the Second Division of the Religious Bureau. My face actually represents the face of many people, and those people are what I care about, so even if I die, it is better to die in a vague way.

Moreover, the war between practitioners is not as simple as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division on numbers. The final outcome is a stack of luck, will and strength. Any small situation may reverse the direction of the ending. So what if there are too many people? If you want to take me, then pay me a price.

I gritted my teeth and felt that I suddenly had a high fighting spirit and my whole body became full of energy. I knew that this was the enlightenment after Li Cang explained the true meaning of Linxian Scheming to me just now. At that moment, I also raised my sword, looked at all directions, and listened to all directions. In this changing formation, I was careful of any possible attack. However, at the beginning, those guys did not attack me, but instead demolished the walls and overturned the earthen walls next to the yard. At the moment when the wall collapsed, I saw the dense jungle, a stream like silver belt, and a dirt road not far away.

However, these scenes were quickly covered by a thick fog. The most powerful method of the magic spiral dojo is to understand the space and magic arrays. Through continuous formation settings, people are isolated from the space we were originally in, so as to transform according to our own understanding, act in a more convenient way, and become the master here.

Seeing the enemy constantly using methods, I stood still for a few seconds and stopped waiting. Instead, I chose to take the initiative and rushed towards the barn.

When I was not moving, others ignored me. However, as soon as my body shook, the attack next to me came. The first person to stop me was not a black-robed man wearing a mask, but a yellow turban strongman. The face of this object was like red jade and must be like soap velvet, as if it was two meters tall, with a thousand pounds of strength. On the side of the yellow turban, the golden rings shone with sunlight, and in the middle of the embroidered jacket, the iron armor frost covered the moon shadow, and the one that was scary was held. This thing was a god-general and ghost soldier in Taoism. Usually, the souls of the dead were condensed at the altar prayer, and injected them into paper men or armor during wartime, and turned into heroes for driving.

The Yellow Turban Strongman first appeared in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. It was the method of Zhang Jiao, the leader of Taiping Taoism. It has been passed down in many generations and is considered a relatively famous Taoist method. This material is powerful and powerful, which is quite scary. However, it is only for others to know that there are Yellow Turban Strongmans in Maoshan, which are generally used for construction, farm work and all kinds of rough things. However, compared with these, it is like clouds and mud. At that moment, it also shook the magic sword and stabbed the other party's crotch.

My sword was so rude, but this was not what I thought. After all, the Yellow Turban Powerful Man is about two meters to ten feet tall, and is quite huge. If I want to stab someone in my chest, I will not jump up? In addition, there is another thing that is that although the Yellow Turban Powerful Man is virtual and real, his spiritual body is hidden in the upper, middle and lower dantian. If he stabs one of them, it will be a critical position and saves a lot of trouble.

I went so hard, but the Yellow Turban Strongman came to block it with a horizontal fist. The magic sword pierced the opponent's fist without any obstacles and pierced it to a land three inches below the navel.

As the sword penetrated, the other party's body immediately rippled, and then I heard a shrill sound. It is said that the Yellow Turban Strongman is a ghost thing. Although it is contaminated with spiritual thoughts, it cannot make a sound. However, I obviously heard the torn cry. Then the giant man in front of me was filled with mist, twisted, and turned into nothingness. The sword was a fierce and magical Yellow Turban Strongman. This record should be very obvious, but my face was not at all lustful, because a Yellow Turban Strongman fell down, but more than a dozen rushed towards me.

In addition to the Yellow Turban Strongman, there were also men in black robes who were sneaking behind me under the cover of these ghosts. These people were generally the most fighting red stick savages in the Dharma Rope Dojo. They must have been carefully selected when they could appear here. When I avoided the attacks of several Yellow Turban Strongmans and slashed at the man, he was sure to push away under the cover of the ghosts, and on the other side, the attack suddenly came.

When they advance, I retreat, when they retreat, when they retreat, when they stop, when they stop, when they disturb me, the other party is like a candy. With the advantage of being a large crowd, I will surround me tightly and prevent me from having a slight breathing time. I will hold me back and then waste me here, and finally achieve the goal of capturing me alive.

There were only three or five men in black robe, and about a dozen yellow turban heroes. Behind the shadow, there were dozens of people who were equally unpredictable. Such a situation was simply a nightmare for me - can I escape? I was wielding the cold lightsaber of blood-drinking, and I kept asking myself, and I felt a little discouraged. However, at this moment, the words I had just talked about when Li Cang discussed the Tao with me suddenly rang out in my ears.

"Touch your teeth lightly, swallow your body frequently, straighten your body, loosen your breath, and light your mind..."

The so-called light intention means that you should practice hard and dance with swords. Don’t be deliberately, naturally, follow the trajectory of Taoism, and let yourself be free from the most complex appearances, reach the seventh level of "faith and respect, breaking the fate, calming the mind, simplifying things, intuition, calming the mind, and attaining the Tao". Only in this way can you transcend the essence of the world, immerse yourself from the complex and changeable world, and see the true self of things.

Thinking of this, the desire to win in my heart gradually faded away, my face suddenly turned and my eyes widened. At this time, the blood power did not rise, the mysterious runes in my right eye did not move, and everything in my eyes began to become simple.

Yes, so simple, the opponent's speed is decreasing, and the thinking in my mind is rapidly increasing, how to change moves, so fatal, how to defeat the enemy... How to advance and retreat, everything flew past my mind in an instant, and my body began to become extremely soft. This state that was different from the previous stiffness allowed me to use all kinds of strange means in the subsequent battle, and my whole body was in an excitement, drawing a sword, collecting a sword, dodging, and resisting...

After experiencing the initial silence, the magic sword began to gradually become active, and its activity was because it drank too much blood from the enemy on the blade. As I realized in a desperate situation, I began to become more at ease in the face of the attacks of countless enemies.

Although the wounds on my body became more and more, and I was punched in my heart by the Yellow Turban Strongman, I was able to effectively combine what I learned and distribute my strength happily, whether it was palm thunder, two sets of top sword techniques, or random fighting techniques, as well as the three abyss techniques inherited from Aputuo...

I have never used what I have learned so happily today. These methods have actually been integrated into my soul. However, this is the first time I have found that they are so easy to use and can always appear when I need them. I can use these methods at will, either slashing the opponent's head with one sword, or pushing the approaching killer moves with one palm, thunder thunder in the palm of my palm, or touching my hand in my arms. The little sword quickly attacked, cutting off the opponent's weapon and cutting the throat!

The technique of killing is to make the enemy standing opposite you fall down and never have the power to resist.

Time passed by bit by bit. I didn't know how long I had fought hard. I only knew that there were more enemies in front of me at some time and fewer. For a while, I even reached the peak. More than twenty men in black robes and more than fifty yellow turban heroes squeezed my sight, and later generations gradually became much less, but the injuries on my body gradually increased.

I knew the scars on my body. There were nineteen injuries in total. Some were cut by a quick knife and the blood flowed continuously. Some were smashed by heavy weapons and bleeding from the inside. If these scars appeared on an ordinary person, they would have died long ago, but I gritted my teeth and persevered.

My confidence in persisting lies in my body that has been polished for more than 20 years and strong recovery. At the beginning, the battle was only about means, but in the end, it was a contest of willpower.

One person competes with the will of more than fifty people.

Afterwards, my consciousness was almost blurred. When I felt like I was about to sleep for a long time after closing my eyes, I finally felt that the figures around me became scarce. The Yellow Turbans that covered the sky and the sun disappeared. There were piles of corpses and wounded people under my feet, and several staggering guys with horror on their faces, and shouted loudly as if they were collapsing: "Devil, you are a devil..."

The person who couldn't hold back in the end was the other party. The remaining people finally realized the fear and ran away in horror. However, at this moment, a stiff figure stopped them. With a light wave of his hand, the people were hollowed out like paper, and their chests were then blew. Then their beating hearts appeared in the man's hand and then stuffed into their mouths.

I sat in the pile of corpses, panting, and the world in my eyes began to become blurred. I watched the collapsed guys finally be killed one by one. Then Li Cang, who was lying in Cheng Yang's body, walked up to me with a bloody face, and squatted down, and handed it to me friendly and said, "Are you tired? Eat some..."

At this moment, I didn't even have the strength to hold the sword and said powerlessly: "Don't eat!"

Li Cang smiled disdainfully, after chewing it in a few bites, licked the blood on his hands, and said with a smile: "The ignorant mortal will never understand the deliciousness of beating the heart."

After saying that, he asked again: "Have you paid attention to it?"

I nodded and had no strength to speak anymore, while Li Cang grabbed my neck and said calmly: "Okay, give it back to me."
Chapter completed!