Chapter 58 How many, how many kills 1

The gloomy wind came, and the pungent smell of blood came. Qiao Yun stood in place like a demon god, with a gloomy smile on his bloody face, and the sound echoed like a Hongzhong in the palace of Zhennan; "Come on, let's kill one by one, kill a pair, how many kill..."

In a moment, through the dim candlelight in the clan room, you can faintly see thousands of soldiers rushing to the clan room in the front yard.

A man riding a third-order Warcraft blue-winged lion and deer dressed like a general came out of the crowd, looked at the demon-like teenager with cold eyes, sighed softly, and said slowly: "Little prince, don't resist so bitterly here. I believe that there are princesses and colleagues of the prince of the town. Wang Shanghui will open up and let you go.

The middle-aged man riding the blue-winged lion and deer in front of him was also a general under his former father. Qiao Yun naturally recognized him, and his cold eyes fell on him and shouted for forgiveness: "General Hong De, are you also coming to chase me?"

"Today is different from the past, and I also deeply sympathize with what happened to the prince of the town." Hong De, riding on the back of the blue-winged lion and deer, sighed and immediately said coldly, "There is a saying that if you want to die, I have to die. I just took the order of my superiors today, so don't blame me for not caring about the prince's love to catch you.

"Stop talking nonsense and let me be willing to slaughter you. That's impossible." Looking at Hong De with cold eyes, Qiao Yunshu shouted, "Then I'll see what skills you have to catch me..."

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, Hong De frowned, and his deep pupils shot out a terrible light. He shouted coldly, "Little prince, since you haven't struggled to death, don't blame me for being cruel."

"All the soldiers obey the order and capture the remnants of the Qiao family must capture him alive and not hurt his life." Hong De shouted to the soldiers behind him.

Watching thousands of soldiers rushing over like a river, Qiao Yun's left hand side, the faintly broken dragon sword appeared in the palm of his hand out of his hand. Immediately, the soles of his feet violently stepped on the ground, and the dragon sword cut through the air. In his ears was the sound of whining and breaking the wind, it split into a soldier's head.

"K, K..." The cold dragon sword was invincible, split the helmet of the soldier's head in half, and his body was torn apart alive, and he was killed on the spot without even screaming.

A sudden turn in the air, and more than a dozen sharp spears brushed under the feet wrapped around the electric snake. At the same time, the cold dragon sword waved lightly, and more than a dozen heads flew out, spraying blood like a fountain on the ground.

And the black mandarin is like a golden streamer passing through thousands of soldiers, and its sharp claws harvest the lives of soldiers like a death sickle.

General soldiers only have second-order strength, so they can't compete with fifth-order masters in terms of attack, speed and defense.

Looking at Qiao Yun's ruthless killing of soldiers, Hong De, who had had a trace of sympathy for Qiao Yun, also looked ferocious and shouted angrily; "All the soldiers obey the order, retreat quickly, and the archers are ready..."

In a moment, thousands of soldiers who fought with Qiao Yun hurriedly retreated several feet.

Then, hundreds of soldiers with crossbows surrounded Qiao Yun.

"Qiao Yun, from the face of the past, I'll give you the last chance to be obedient... Otherwise, I will give you a taste of ten thousand arrows through your heart. Hong De shouted harshly.

"Stop talking nonsense. Even if I, Qiao Yun, fight to death, will not be willing to let you slaughter." The dark eyes shot out two sharp eyes. Qiao Yun glanced at the archers around him, and the soaring fighting spirit surrounded his whole body, and the fighting spirit gathered into a fighting shield.

The left hand raised slightly as if it were a death sentence, and Hong De shouted; "Kill me..."

"Wo! Oh! Oh! ..."

Hundreds of crossbow arrows came in unison. When they were shot on the fighting gas shield, Ding Ding sounded, and hundreds of crossbow arrows fell to the ground, and Qiao Yun's body was also suddenly shocked. Although hundreds of crossbow arrows did not break the fighting gas shield, if they were shot several times in a row, the fighting gas shield would collapse, and the fighting spirit in his body would also be exhausted.

"The crossbowman is ready to shoot for me..."

As Hong De's loud shout fell, hundreds of crossbows went together.

His dark eyes looked motionless at the arrows, and his palms turned around. He quickly waved them and grabbed more than a dozen arrows. Qiao Yun stared at Hong De riding on the blue-winged lion deer and shouted in a low voice: "Damn it, go to hell."

The crossbow in his hand was violently threw, and more than a dozen crossbows shot at Hong De like a long rainbow.

Amazed, Hong De grabbed a soldier next to him and suddenly lifted him in front of him.

"Oh~Oh~Oh~Oh~Oh~." The crossbow hit the soldier, and one of the arrows shot through the hole, and a sad scream sounded.

The soldier in front of Hong De flew a few meters. He saw Hong De's other hand clenched into a fist and grabbed a crossbow arrow less than five feet from his throat. He could faintly find that blood was oozing. Obviously, when he grabbed the fierce crossbow, the palm of his hand was cut by the crossbow.

The hand that grabbed the crossbow fiercely, and the crossbow hole penetrated the trunk of the tree that was enough for one person to hug, and the trunk broke and the wood chips splashed.

The grim eyes fell on the teenager surrounded by the soaring flames, and Hong Deshu shouted; "Don't toast or eat punishment... Seeing that your father's face has given you a way out, and you don't grasp it well, then don't blame me for being cruel.

"Give me a way out? I, Qiao Yun, never need anyone to pity me. If you want to kill me, then let me go. Qiao Yunshu shouted.

"If you shoot me, you must give this guy ten thousand arrows through my heart." Hong Deshu shouted.

"Sneer, sneer, sneer..."

Qiao Yun's figure flashed quickly, and the dragon sword in his hand waved lightly. The sword light like autumn water flashed, and more than a dozen heads flew out without even screaming.

At the same time, Qiao Yun's body trembled violently, and hundreds of crossbow arrows hit the bucket gas shield, and the flamed bucket gas shield faintly appeared cracks like spider webs.

His teeth were clenched, Qiao Yun's body vibrating, and the thick fighting air surged out of his body, repairing the fighting gas shield.

And the black man also killed the crossbowman, and a crossbowman died under his claws with a wave of his little paws.

Because there are hundreds of crossbows and feet, even if Qiao Yun has a fighting shield, the speed and attack can't beat such a big crossbow.

In the end, the fighting shield could not resist the collapse of the crazy crossbow, and five crossbow arrows pierced Qiao Yun's thigh, left chest and shoulder.