The most powerful minister in the world

"Crack, boom~"

Lightning flashed and thunder roared. The thunder in the sky was like a battle horn. The soil on the ground was like a strong yellow dragon, churning under the beating of raindrops.

Because of the sudden addition of these three thousand cavalry, the polarity of the entire battlefield was reversed, and the Xizi camp was forced to retreat.

At this time, the cavalry was charging rampantly on its flanks, like needlepoints piercing cotton wherever they went, it was unstoppable.

These bandits did not have extremely strict training, so this unexpected thing happened, leaving them at a loss.

It’s not about going to the left to make amends, and it’s not like going to the right to make up for it.

Qishan Chief Master Dao Scarface, who was gnashing his teeth and beating his chest on the tower, paced back and forth anxiously. His face was covered in purple and blue, and he wanted to break all his teeth.

"Bring the knife, I want to go down and take command personally!" Scarface said.

The minions under his command were furious when they saw that the first master was furious, but they still said bravely: "The first master and the second master said that you must not go down. If something happens to you, the whole team will be dispersed!"

Scarface punched the guardrail angrily. At this moment, a man rose into the air from under the tower, and Scarface also raised his head.

The person who came was holding a six-sided sword with cold light, and shouted coldly in mid-air: "I will send you down right now!"

Scarface was shocked and pulled two minions to stand in front of him, thinking he could escape.

However, Xushi's sword energy could not be resisted by two ordinary heads.

The two minions suddenly fell to the ground, Scarface turned around and ran away, Xushi calmly sat on the guardrail and flapped his sleeves, facing the battlefield.

Scarface thought Xi Shi had let him go, and was secretly rejoicing, thinking that he was also a seventh-level master, how could he die so easily?

But just after three breaths, he suddenly stopped a few steps after escaping. His eyes were as big as copper bells, and his pupils quickly dilated.

He was seen covering his neck with both hands. The next second, blood spurted out like a tidal wave. He turned back in surprise and looked at the back of the figure sitting on the guardrail in the rain.

This is the last picture of his life.

His head fell to the ground smoothly, but his body remained standing.

Is this the strength of Dongxuan Realm sword cultivator? ! !

Xushi, who was born with a silkworm-like look in his eyes, swung his sword, and the rainwater swayed away like a bead curtain along the six edges and corners.

He lifted the scar-faced head with eyes wide open, and shouted angrily and domineeringly towards the battlefield: "Your leader is dead, come down quickly!"

This sound was like a loud bell, shaking people's ears.

Xushi threw the head in his hand towards the battlefield and fell into the group of bandits. The bandits who were nearby saw it and immediately collapsed to the ground.

Scarface's eyes were looking at them, and they screamed and knelt on the ground: "We won't fight, please spare us."

The news of Scarface's death quickly spread among the bandits, and countless people surrendered.

Shi Kaishan was originally surrounded and there was no possibility of survival. Now he saw that the bandits in front of him threw away their weapons and squatted aside.

The passing cavalry pulled the reins and stretched out their hands towards him.

He grinned and said, "Brother, which barracks are you from? How come I've never seen you before?"

The cavalryman was silent. Shi Kaishan laughed twice and suddenly fell backwards. This ordinary corps commander of Xiziying had really reached his limit.

Li Dongyang and Lan Tianying, who were at the front of the team, sat on the rocks with their swords in hand, breathing heavily.

"Old Lan, you said you are in the True Gang realm, why don't you imitate him and take the head of the enemy's Scarface among all the generals?"

Lan Tianying licked his dry lips and said with some displeasure: "I, Qinggong is not good."

Li Dongyang chuckled a few times, suddenly came to his senses, patted the back of his head and shouted: "I'm going, the second young master is still in the mountains, let's go quickly, if he makes a mistake, I will... .”

Before Li Dongyang could finish his words, Lan Tian responded, wiped his face and trimmed his short beard and said, "Come on, I'm not in a hurry even if I pick up my clothes at night, why should we be in a hurry?"

"What do you mean?" Li Dongyang asked in confusion.

Lan Tianying was speechless. He just smiled and shook his head. He raised his head and let the rain wash over his face again and said, "You can go if you want."

The entire battlefield fell into silence. The so-called hozens dispersed when the trees fell, and they were talking about the hundreds of thousands of bandits. Oh, there are only 70,000 or 80,000 left now, right?

They squatted on the ground and waited for the soldiers of Xiziying to gather.

The most surprising thing is that the cavalry that descended that day came and left quickly. Only about a hundred people were left behind, and there was no trace of the rest.

When the soldiers of Xiziying passed by them, they thanked them. They also closed their lips tightly and stood in five lines in the wind and rain, looking ahead.

After the last strong wind swept through, the rain gradually stopped.

A golden light suddenly appeared from the east. The light pillar expanded rapidly, and the darkness on the ground was eaten away by the light.

The light and dark sides are like a natural dividing line, and the light side is constantly advancing from east to west.

It's clearing up.

In the main village of Qishan, the raindrops on Jingxi's temples fell on the ground. When he looked at the two masked men in black clothes who suddenly appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but feel that they looked familiar.

The two masked men in black arrived here in a cup of tea after the horn sounded.

Jingxi thought they were enemies at first, but when he saw the two of them each throwing out two hidden swords and killing the bandits, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He led the remaining thirty or so Xiziying soldiers and masked men to kill the remaining two hundred bandits in front of him one by one.

Ananda pressed against Jingxi's back and asked, "Where is Yu Zijin?"

Jingxi narrowed his eyes and looked towards the pass going down the mountain. He saw Yu Zijin retreating, covered by five guards.

"I'll go after him, I'll leave this to you." After Jingxi said that, he kicked away the bandit whose body was buried in his own sword, and chased after him.

Seeing Jing Xi getting closer and closer, Yu Zijin's five guards all turned around to deal with him.

Although they are not top players, their skills are not bad, not to mention that now they are on defense and just want to delay time.

There is a river to the east of Qishan Mountain that can merge into the big river. If Yu Zijin gets on the boat, he will not be able to catch up!

Just when Jingxi was impatient, a staggering figure jumped out from the reeds beside the dirt road where Zijin escaped, and bumped into him.

Jingxi took a closer look and saw that it was Lao Lai Liu!

I saw Liu Laimei spitting and cursing: "That bastard is so ignorant, doesn't he know that there is a war going on? You can't even watch him when he runs away."

You Zijin was confused in the quagmire when he heard Jing Xi shouting: "Lao Lai, stop him and I'll give you a tael of silver."

Liu Laime curled his lips and said: "The officers and soldiers are coming up soon. I have to run away. I don't care about your two taels of silver."

"Hey, hey, ten taels, ten taels!"

Hearing this, Liu Lai stopped and ran over to hug You Zijin, who was on the ground, like a tiger preying on prey.

You Zijin used his hands and feet to break away from him, but he was like a piece of dog-skin plaster, unable to move even an inch no matter how hard he kicked.

One of the guards wanted to help, but Jing Xi saw the opportunity and stabbed him to death.

These people were at the fourth or fifth level of strength at most, and they were able to clean them up in less than half a stick of incense.

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and knelt on the ground on one knee, gasping for air. He heard Old Cripple Liu shouting: "Come here if you're not dead. I'm a cripple and I can't hold it down anymore!"