Chapter 50: Can Be Killed

Jiang Ding glanced at the swarms of arrows flying out.

They failed to reach the speed of sound, so they could be dodged, and the prelude to the actions of these stronghold men was too obvious, giving enough time to predict in advance.

His steps tapped, his whole body's internal power operated according to a specific complex structure, and his figure swept past like a shadow, avoiding most of the crossbow arrows.

Sword-Stepping Style! The remaining few were unavoidable. Jiang Ding drew his sword, a sword light flashed, accompanied by the sword shadow, and the crossbow arrows broke into several sections.

"Shoot! Keep shooting!"

Zhou Kun felt cold, roaring repeatedly.

This speed.

Far exceeded all the opponents he had encountered over the years, unheard of. If he were to face him alone, he wouldn't even have a chance to react!

Many stronghold men were terrified, retreating repeatedly, and the high morale accumulated by grief and indignation was collapsing rapidly, and the dense army formation began to scatter.

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Too fast! Just two breaths of time, one retreat and one advance, eleven or twelve stronghold men with not weak strength had already died, a reduction of one-sixth.

"The thief is too cunning, Second Master, don't blame yourself too much..."

"This is not a human!"

The remaining stronghold men paused their steps, looking fearfully at the youth in green robes in front, and the sword shadows that dissipated one after another behind him.

The stronghold men were in a hurry to string the bows, but it was too late.

*Whoosh whoosh! *

Jiang Ding took the initiative to break into the dense army formation. In an instant, seven or eight long spears stabbed out rapidly. Several capable stronghold men on the ground who practiced the "Rolling Ground Saber" rolled, and the bright saber edge swung towards his legs with force.

With one swing of the sword, seven or eight spear shafts broke and flew away, he stepped back, and then swung the sword again.

"Kill! Avenge the stronghold leader!"

Not very accurate. Clearly aiming at one person, the arrow deviated by more than several meters. This was only a short distance of sixty or seventy meters. If taken to the school classroom, it would be laughed at by people.

"Don't panic, raise the shield! Come behind me!"

Zhou Kun was extremely angry, a pair of copper hammers smashed heavily on the rock, sparks splashing, a giant rock the size of a zhang shattered, rolled down the cliff, his eyes slightly red: "If I let this thief go, what face do I have to face Uncle Lu in the Nine Springs?"

"If you stay, you will all die!"

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh! * Arrows kept shooting over. These stronghold men below Internal Qi had no power to resist, and screams came one after another.

*Whoosh whoosh! *

Jiang Ding moved his steps, light as a flying bird, falling gracefully off the cliff, and the attacks of the copper hammers and other weapons hit empty.

*Puff! * Four rolling heads flew up, blood spraying several inches high, staining the mud red.

Zhou Kun roared excitedly, the cloak and eight hammers smashed down one after another, one hammer after another, becoming more and more hearty. Under the pressure of a strong enemy, the hammer technique that had been stuck in a bottleneck for many years vaguely had a feeling of breakthrough.

Every arrow that flew over, a stronghold man died. Some leaders who were good at archery led people to counterattack, only to find in despair that the other party could dodge all of them just by shrinking to the cliff wall.

This feeling of only being beaten and unable to fight back made people despair, and morale collapsed rapidly.

The army formation was silent for a while.

'Down Mountain Tiger' Lang Yi and 'Scorpion Tail Tiger' Xu Erniang hurriedly comforted.

!.

No way, cold weapons are already unpopular, and archery is completely unpopular.

Jiang Ding was forced to retreat constantly, and soon came to the edge of the cliff.

"Save me!"

The dense army formation collapsed, and the stronghold men fled wildly in all directions. Zhou Kun and the three stronghold leaders killed many people, but it was of no use. After a while, only a few lonely figures remained.

Jiang Ding stepped into the air while retreating.

"Shoot arrows!" Zhou Kun and the two stronghold leaders' faces changed greatly.

"Those who block me, die!"

The three turned around suddenly, only to find that a stronghold man holding a long spear was pierced through the chest by an arrow, his face full of horror, falling powerlessly.

"Ah!" Jiang Ding cut off seven or eight long spears with one sword, and was about to draw the sword tip across their throats, when two octagonal copper hammers the size of watermelons fell, blocking his sword edge in a very orderly manner.

Zhou Kun's eyes shone brightly, roaring wildly, all his internal power and blood condensed on the double hammers, the hammer light almost turned into substance, smashing down towards that handsome head like Mount Tai! Other stronghold leaders and stronghold men roared at the same time, swords, spears, swords, and halberds, each swinging their strongest blow.

Fresh lives withered.

"Follow me!"

At a cliff corner, Jiang Ding stood calmly, drawing his bow and shooting.

"Second Master is mighty!"

Jiang Ding's expression was calm, changed a position, and pulled the bow like a full moon.

A scream interrupted their conversation.

However, the youth in green robes tapped his toes, the cliff was like flat ground, stepping on the branches of the cliff cypress and the protrusions of the rock, his figure flashed several times, avoiding most of the arrows, and the rest were easily blocked.

"Kill!"

Even if hit occasionally, a casual sword could block it.

Before the stronghold men behind could react, Jiang Ding rushed into the dense army formation again, the sword blade stained with white light danced, and seven or eight stronghold men holding spears felt their throats cool, their bodies falling softly.

The surrounding stronghold men were greatly encouraged, desperately stabbing out pieces of long spears to block, covering the flanks, and the two Internal Qi expert stronghold leaders also came to take a shot from time to time.

But with the long spears constantly stabbing down by dozens of stronghold men nearby, and the occasional replenishment of the two stronghold leaders, all the flaws disappeared, turning into an opponent far more terrifying than Lu Jingtian, Yang Dongsheng, and others combined.

Jiang Ding didn't care how they were, just killed into it with one sword, either advancing or retreating, his figure was extremely ghostly, the sword light danced in it, and a series of blood flowers bloomed from time to time.

These stronghold men lined up in a dense formation, such a big lump, it was difficult to miss if you wanted to.

Zhou Kun knew that he couldn't let this situation continue, gave a low drink, held a pair of heavy octagonal copper hammers, rushed out under the cover of the surrounding stronghold men's spear forest, and smashed down with continuous double hammers.

*Whoosh! * An arrow faster than before hit the shield wall, shot through the round shield, and nailed a stronghold man holding a saber and shield to death behind it.

After a few more breaths, he turned a cliff corner, and the figure disappeared.

His words had some effect. The stronghold men gathered behind the saber and shield men, and round shields stood up one by one, setting up a shield wall in front of everyone.

Zhou Kun smashed an arrow flying towards him with a hammer, a slight look of fear on his face, and roared.

However, the deformation and pause of the move that they imagined would step into the air did not appear.

More than ten stronghold men leaders shot arrows at the same time, and the arrows attacked like locusts.

If it were just Zhou Kun's pair of copper hammers, he would have stepped back slightly, and one sword could take his life, full of flaws.

The stronghold men strung their bows and shot again, but they could only shoot at a piece of miscellaneous wood.

Jiang Ding frowned.

"Ghosts, those children turned into ghosts to take revenge..."

"Trash!"

Jiang Ding gave a light drink, but the sound clearly reached the ears of everyone around.

"Cloak Eight Hammers!"

"Ah!"

*Ding! * In the collision of sword and hammer, Jiang Ding borrowed strength to retreat, but saw that pair of copper hammers chasing after him relentlessly, and could only swing his sword to block, retreating repeatedly.

No matter how those leaders flanked and detoured, they could never surround him, and could only let that sword light harvest.

Fortunately, this did not affect the hit.

"Run!"

Zhou Kun and the three's expressions changed suddenly, and they ran into the direction where there were many people, mixed into it.

The footsteps of several people paused quickly, revealing despair.

"Don't..."

A youth in green robes appeared in the fleeing crowd at some point, against the flow of people, holding a long sword, walking towards them.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 51 =====