Seeing that in front of the gate of the Jiuyang Sect, the knights in the front row of the first round of the forbidden army were all armed with spears and crossbows, and the horizontal knives at their waists and hips were against the horses and rushed straight away, and they whipped the horses straight when they started. watched the posture shake, but when they arrived at the door, they directly forced these people to the door.

Although they did not rush any further, this kind of free sending and receiving has already shown that these people are well-trained. Not to mention that these are masters in front of them, even if thousands of troops face this kind of posture, they have to be a little prepared.

Of course, the second row of knights in the back, all armed with longbows and arrows, were obviously responding from a long distance. Their horses were flanked by sharp swords, and they slowly walked a few steps ready to charge. Whether it is this longbow with a long plan or this horizontal knife with a close slash, it is chilling in the heart.

When the hundreds of knights in the first row rushed to the front of the courtyard, the hundreds of knights in the second row had already rushed forward with their bows stretched out, shouting loudly.

"Those who abandon their weapons and surrender, don't kill!"

Although not to mention how many people are in unison, just this sensational posture is already shaking the earth.

"Come prepared! All this is obviously a long-term plan! This Taoist priest with a natural demeanor, although he didn't look at the monks around him, seemed to be confident about all the hunger that happened in front of him.

However, when his eyes really turned to this monk, he also said lightly: "This sect is a place for cultivating the truth, although it usually has a little self-preservation power, it is limited to physical fitness, and has never had a heart of contention with others, and the court has gone too far this time!" ”

Quietly looking at Long Jiejun, he forced these Jiuyang Sect disciples in front of the gate court to the door, and even some of them couldn't retreat again, so they had to retreat into the door court. Seeing this situation, this Taoist priest seemed to sigh slightly: "The art of longevity and health preservation will actually be coveted by the emperor of the imperial court, and this is the first time that the poor Taoist has seen it!" There is no need for cultivators to compete with him for this idleness! It's just a pity that the patriarch has worked hard! ”

"I heard the words of a real person, but I have realized it recently!" Looking at the disciples of the Nine Yang Sect who rushed out of the gate, they dodged the long sharp spear one after another. This calm monk, there seemed to be a look of appreciation on his resolute face.

You must know that most of these people who rushed out of the court were still some outer disciples recruited by the Jiuyang Sect, and most of the people who walked outside the Jiuyang Sect were these people. There are very few disciples who really cultivate the truth, but they have already received some secret orders to hide. Whether it is true self-cultivation or the preservation of strength in essence.

These people are attached to the Jiuyang Sect all the year round, and they just want to rely on the sect to do something on their own. Now that the Jiuyang Sect has encountered a disaster, they have to express it no matter what. Although it is not the sect abandoning them, it is also a strategy of the sect to preserve its strength.

When they saw the rushing horse formation, they originally wanted to resist with their swords, but some of them had already been swept into the body by the spears that had arrived first, and in an instant, blood flowed through the court of the Jiuyang Sect.

"Amitabha! Good, good! This monk, whose face was like a knife, saw the red blood, and his eyes trembled slightly. I don't know if he is really compassionate like this, seeing this situation, he can't help but chant compassionately, and a pair of slender hands folded together to chant the Buddha's name.

"There is no trace of planting, there is no injury to the song, you are really unusual, really good!" This Taoist priest with a calm face, seeing the movements by the wind and rain bridge in front of the courtyard, whispered two names in his mouth, but his eyes were quietly engrossed, as if he was thinking about something in his heart.

Looking at the situation in front of him, even if he had seen blood, there was no change in the eyes of this Taoist priest. Even though he looked at the injured disciple who fell to the ground in front of the gate, struggling and wailing, he didn't react, but his mouth gently repeated the names of these two people.

When his eyes looked at this, Zhi Wuxian who was still jumping next to the horse in front of Fu Zhaozhi, although he looked a little funny, he had already maintained his professionalism. Because these forbidden soldiers were not fuel-efficient lamps, their spears kept approaching, and his movements finally slowly stopped, and it seemed that he would either abandon his weapons for a while, or be put down by the saber.

And He Wuping, who was in charge of the affairs of the capital of the Jiuyang faction here, never drew his sword. Faced with this situation, although he himself could get out, he knew that if he did this, how much would the Jiuyang Sect have to pay!

Although I don't know if there are any elders of the sect who are watching the behavior of these people from the sidelines, as a disciple cultivated by the sect, He Wuping still understands the methods of the Jiuyang Sect. Whether it is to show the elders in the shadows, or to be wise and silent, He Wuping has some of his own persistence.

Knowing that he was leading people to take down Fu Zhaozhi at this moment, he also knew that these soldiers would definitely not stop.

Because this kind of necessary killing has actually been designed a long time ago, and it is no longer a scene that you can control.

Looking at Fu Zhaozhi quietly, there was already a river of blood in front of the Jiuyang Sect. The people watching the bustle from afar saw this scene, and some of the timid people had already fled. Because this is a matter of whether to die or take the initiative to retreat, there will obviously be a scuffle in the end!

But seeing the approaching forbidden army, He Wuping was a little confused. Thinking of the elders' entrustment to him, it is obviously a little different from what he imagined at the beginning. If this continues, I'm afraid that the Jiuyang Sect will not be supervised today.

When he thought of this, He Wuping exuded an amazing murderous aura.

"Is this finally unbearable and decided to resist!" The middle-aged man surnamed Ye beside Fu Zhaozhi, although he didn't know his true identity, he looked at He Wuping's actions coldly, and said to Fu Zhaozhi in a low voice.

Of course, at this time, her gaze shifted at the same time, but she couldn't help but look at the highest roof in the courtyard of the Jiuyang Sect. Although I don't know if he is or not, looking at this monk with a knife-like face, and this Taoist priest with a calm face standing, his eyes penetrate the essence and lock the position of the two people.

It turned out that he had not only seen the two of them here, but also seemed to know what kind of existence was here! This kind of master's locking of divine consciousness is possessed by many masters of the innate realm, and this person's means are obviously extraordinary.

"Huh!" The monk here was obviously a little surprised, and seemed to have sensed the peep of this man surnamed Ye here. Then his face did not change, and he couldn't help but look at this side from afar, and said softly: "Interesting!" Sure enough, Guo Rong is not a fuel-efficient lamp! ”