Suddenly, a rattle sound came from the long street, and one of them shouted loudly: "Get out of here." The soldiers quickly dodged to both sides, and a few of them were hiding slowly, and were cut into two pieces by a big knife behind them.

A group of people rushed over, and the man was very tall, with a beard and a knife, about meter long. He seemed to be very happy because of the blood on the knife, and laughed out loud.

Seeing that it was only ten feet away from Shen Yuanjing, he grinned and said, "What a bullshit god, I'll kill you today." The horse's stance did not diminish and rushed straight towards him.

This man and the horse are probably two thousand pounds. If they hit an ordinary person, they will have to break all their bones.

The enemy was in a fierce momentum, as if a huge rock was smashing towards this side. Lord Chen was sweating on his forehead. Lu Da fought with two fights. Lu Er screamed and squatted down with his head in his arms.

Shen Yuanjing stood there, motionless. The rest thought they were frightened. He stretched out his index finger with his right hand, pointed out to the horse's head. The horse was tied to the same place as if its four legs were tied at the same time, and could not move forward.

Everyone around was surprised and inexplicably. The strong man couldn't stop and wanted to fly forward. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He hugged the horse's neck and barely stayed on the horse's back, but it also shocked the internal organs as if they were moving, and they were disgusting.

He squeezed the war horses under him, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground, making a clang. He finally recovered and looked up and stared at the front fiercely, cursing: "What kind of magic do you use, you monster?"

At this time, Lu Er reacted and jumped up and cursed: "Your dog eyes are blind. This is the immortal method of Qingwei, who came down from the sky to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Of course, you idiot don't know."

A figure turned from behind the strong man, not tall or short, and was about thirty years old, riding a white horse and sneered: "What kind of immortal technique? I just practice a few martial arts, and dare to pretend to be a god?" He waved his hand, and a team of archers rushed out, pointing to this side.

The strong man was so scared that he didn't want the horse. He rolled down, used his hands and feet together, and climbed to the side. Lu Er's face changed drastically, and he said hurriedly: "No, there is no snow here." The owner of the Manor Chen stood up and shouted: "Behind us is your robe, have you abandoned it?"

The man laughed a few times and said, "Those who accomplish great things do not care about the trivialities. How can a woman lead the army?" After that, he waved his hand down.

The arrows blew horizontally like strong wind, shooting the horse to death first, and then most of them concentrated on it. Shen Yuanjing shook the spear forward, and after a few moves, the arrows turned their heads and flew into the sky together.

Except for those soldiers who were accidentally injured, the eyes of the others unconsciously followed the arrow up and down.

When the archers saw these arrows falling towards them, they quickly retreated, and only the ding-ding sounds sounded, and the arrows were inserted one by one in front of each soldier who shot the arrows, lined up in a row, very neatly.

Seeing that there was no arrow at him, the white horse man felt relieved and said with a cold face: "Archer is ready to shoot another round." He waited for a while, estimated the time, and waved his hand and said: "Let it go!"

But at this command, no arrow was released. He suddenly felt strange. When he looked to the side, his nose was tilted. The archers put away their bows and arrows, lowered their heads and stood beside them.

He drove the horse over, picked up the whip, whipped a recent archer, and said, "Why don't you obey military orders?"

The archer whispered: "We dare not offend the gods. If he blames them, my whole family will not be able to afford it."

The white horse man was furious and whipped the man again, then looked at the second person, and the other party dodged his eyes and did not dare to look at each other.

He shouted loudly: "It's a rebellion, how dare you not listen to this general. Liu Qi, come over quickly, drag him down, and punish fifty military sticks."

The strong man quickly answered and walked forward quickly. The archer knelt on the ground with a pounce, kept kowtowing, begging for mercy loudly, "Governor Yao, General Yao, and General Yao."

Shen Yuanjing was not satisfied with the villain's style, and snorted coldly, which reached General Yao's ears. He saw that this man had practiced some internal skills and was quite good, so he activated his music skills.

General Yao felt a whirring sound in his ears, and then a heat came from his dantian and ran around his body. His mind was confused and kept shouting heat, and he began to pull out his armor from his hands.

When he saw the helmet pulling off, he threw it off and hit the strong man's head, which made the other party stunned. When he saw it, he was pulling his breastplate again. But the armor was carefully crafted, and no matter whether it was put on or off, it was necessary to serve him.

The attendant who came with him quickly asked, "General Yao, why are you?" He couldn't hear at all, just shouting hot.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, the servant wanted to come and pull him, but was punched in the face, and his nose was broken. He screamed and covered his face and hid aside.

General Yao couldn't pull the armor, so he bent down and untied his combat boots, kicked one by one, and threw them far away. But he still felt the heat, and took off his socks and went to untickle his belt again.

Others already knew that he was unconscious, but they didn't dare to go forward to stop him. Soon he took off all his pants and his lower body was naked.

Everyone saw with their own eyes that he was already good and wanted to kill people to establish his authority. Suddenly, he was crazy and committed suicide for no reason. The intelligent ones secretly glanced at Shen Yuanjing, and did not dare to look at him again. He lowered his head and silently said: "Qingwei Gods and Immortals are merciful."

At this time, General Yao refused to give up and reached out to tear his close-fitting clothes. He had practiced several martial arts skills and was extremely powerful. He actually pulled the clothes into pieces and pulled them out. Soon he only had a piece of armor, covering his naked body.

He kept shouting heat and scratching his body. Even though he had no clothes, he was still holding on his body. Soon, an amputation of limbs exposed outside was dripping blood.

It happened that a cool breeze blew at this time. Seeing this scene, everyone felt that the sun was still cold.

Shen Yuanjingfang took a step forward, and the soldiers in front, back and left and right took a step back. When they fell, they quickly got up and lowered their heads to wait.

He stepped on the Guan knife and gently pushed forward. The knife rod was slanted upwards and shot out like lightning. The handle of the knife was just pressed against the strong man's jaw, and it stopped moving. The blade passed by the ground. When it reached the man's feet, it was supported and the knife rod pushed the strong man straight onto his head.

The knife was too fast, and the strong man couldn't dodge and was hung in the air. He wanted to reach out, but found that his arms could not move; he was about to kick his legs, but his legs were stiff.

The handle of the knife kept pressing against his throat, making him breathless, and his cheeks gradually turned red and his eyes straightened.

After Shen Yuanjing walked for a long time, someone dared to come forward to check. The strong man was already hanging on his own knife. General Yao was also lying on the ground, no longer venting his breath. After careful examination, except for scratches all over his body, his skin and flesh were red, as if it had been cooked.
Chapter completed!