Seeing the chaos of the Jin soldiers around him, Yao Ruoyu thought about it, and the scene of the battlefield that he had been watching before suddenly came to his mind, and he shouted: "Come all together!" Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand and threw a palm-sized altar from his sleeve. The entire altar was rolling in the air, and the time of breath had turned several feet into size and landed on the ground.

Holding up his clothes, Yao Ruoyu stepped onto the altar and stood in the center. Then he pointed and pointed like a pen, and quickly outlined it into a talisman. Suddenly, countless spiritual patterns and talismans floated up under his feet. The blue light bloomed, making the entire altar look as gorgeous and exquisite as an ice sculpture.

When Yang Renjie and others jumped to the altar, Yao Ruoyu immediately united his mind and controlled the altar to rise up in the air. In a blink of an eye, he had already rushed to the sky and flew towards the flat ground outside the west gate of Fuling.

The first time flying in the air, and when they were on the battlefield, everyone couldn't help but be happy and panicked. They were so happy that they soared in the sky with an ordinary fetus. They were so unhappy, and they were afraid of danger and chaos on the battlefield, and they were afraid of being attacked and fell. In short, they were in a complicated mood and could not be said in detail.

Yao Ruoyu naturally could not avoid it, but fortunately, the mental method of "Bing Xin Jue" was secretly working, but he calmed down his mind and said solemnly: "Listen, don't fight hard after landing for a while, just stick to the periphery of the army over there and wander around."

Fu Feng blinked his eyes and said curiously: "Why?"

Li Yilin smiled and said, "It must be that Brother Yao is afraid of being besieged!"

Yao Ruoyu rolled his eyes and was about to explain to them, but Wu Xue curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Just do this, there are so many problems? Can you feel a little nervous?"

Fu Feng and Li Yilin immediately showed a strange look when they heard this, and the former said in embarrassment: "You actually complained about it, it's embarrassing!"

Seeing that they were still intent to joke, Yao Ruoyu pulled the corners of his mouth without realizing it, but his eyes suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Be careful!" Before he finished speaking, he raised his left hand several strokes and poked, and the pure black spiritual power condensed into his fingertips, outlining several talismans like splashing ink. Suddenly, the blue light under his feet was flourishing, and spiritual patterns intertwined into the sky light curtain, covering the entire altar and everyone.

As soon as the light curtain appeared, everyone heard angrily shouting from below, and then the bow was shaking like thunder, the strings were rumbling like electric collapse, and the overwhelming rain of arrows roared from the ground in the distance, sweeping towards everyone. Even because the arrow rain was too dense, the world where everyone looked out was dark, and they were all covered by the arrows in the sky.

"Damn..." Yang Renjie had only had time to murmur two words, and his ears were completely filled with the sound of breaking through the air from the rain of arrows. Although he instinctively raised the Purple Thunder Sword, it can be seen from his slightly trembling arms that he was too frightened and did not use much effort at all.

It was not only him, but also Fu Feng, who had always been extremely arrogant, and Wu Xue, who was heartless, was also dissatisfied, not to mention Chen Meng, Li Yilin, Hou Jingru, Jiang Siyu and others.

Among the people, Yao Ruoyu was the only one who still retained some soberness. Of course, this was also due to the "Bing Xin Jue". If this technique was gone, I guess this guy would have collapsed on the ground at this moment.

However, although Yao Ruoyu had already opened the defensive formation of the altar in time, when the arrows poured over the sky like rainstorms, the blue light curtain still vibrated wildly. If he hadn't tried his best to absorb the spiritual energy to bless the light curtain, everyone would have turned into a hornet's nest now.

Even so, when the rain of arrows became sparse, the light curtain was already dim and the middle of Yao Ruoyu's eyebrows were also tingling with pain due to excessive casting. Hou Jingru was so shocked that she hurried forward, and a soft ray of milky white starlight woven into her hands and ten fingers, helping him to wipe out some fatigue.

Taking a forced breath, Yao Ruoyu grabbed the gap between the attacks of the Jin soldiers, controlled the altar to move, and quickly landed on the ground.

This time, the Jin Kingdom attacked, except for the iron cavalry confronting the Yanlong Camp at the North Gate, there were thousands of infantrymen on the West Gate. Although the Jin Kingdom was not known for its infantry, these troops were only local city defense forces, but their elite level was far from comparable to the city defense forces in a peaceful area like Wulong.

The place where Yao Ruoyu and others landed was at the rear of the thousands of infantry troops. As soon as they landed, several infantry and military formations in the back row had quickly turned around and rushed towards everyone.

There were hundreds of people in these several square formations, each of which was two realms. Yao Ruoyu dared not be surrounded by them easily. While enduring the tingling pain in his eyebrows, he controlled the altar and flew up again, but did not rush into the sky, but floated a few inches a little and quickly cut out against the ground.

Seeing that Yao Ruoyu was about to escape, the infantry immediately shouted and rushed forward. However, when the Jin infantry was fighting in Sichuan, the Jin Dynasty infantry had always been heavy in armor, so they could not catch up with Yao Ruoyu and others who were gliding on the Xu.

Seeing that his side could not catch up, a Jin general suddenly sang: "Shoot the arrow! Don't let them run away!"

"Attack!" Yao Ruoyu narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted in a low voice. Yang Renjie and Jiang Siyu stood up after hearing this. The former raised their swords and slashed them, and the purple lightning twisted out like a net, while the latter bent his bow and arrows, and the pearl arrows roared and shot out, knocking down more than ten people in an instant.

When the two of them took action, a rain of arrows suddenly rushed into the infantry and military formations, but the density was naturally less than that of ten thousand arrows before, so Yao Ruoyu didn't need to take action. Li Yilin, Fu Feng and Chen Meng stepped forward and shot down the arrows falling to the altar.

Everyone wandered around the group of infantry for a while. Yang Renjie and Jiang Siyu attacked, while others defended, and killed hundreds of Jin soldiers without any danger. However, such a record made Yao Ruoyu's face look slightly ugly.

Yang Renjie just put away his knife, turned his head and saw Yao Ruoyu's face. He couldn't help but curiously said, "What's wrong, old demon, look at your face, you seem unhappy?"

Pulling his lips, Yao Ruoyu frowned and said, "This is not enough."

"Not enough?" Chen Meng frowned her thick eyebrows and said in confusion, "Is this not enough?"

"Tao! Since it's not enough, just increase your strength!" The bored Wu Xue suddenly widened her eyes when she heard this, smiled and pointed at the thousands of golden soldiers in front of her, and said proudly, "Attack! Break the formation! Kill!"

Li Yilin and others immediately rolled their eyes together, and Fu Feng said angrily: "Wu Xue, are you crazy? There are thousands of people on the other side. It's okay to play the edge ball. If you go in like this, go... I'll go! Brother Yao, are you crazy?"

It turned out that just as Fu Feng was halfway through, Yao Ruoyu suddenly stopped wandering around the periphery, but instead controlled the altar to aim at the Jin soldiers in front of him and rushed directly over.

As early as Yao Ruoyu and others were wandering around and harassing the outside, the Jin Dynasty's infantry commander had already keenly noticed the problem and immediately stopped the counterattack of the troops under his command. Only two troops were arranged to resist the members of the Literary and Art Department, and the rest of the soldiers continued to confront the Ximen Song army.

Therefore, although Yao Ruoyu and others killed a hundred people, it had no effect on the entire infantry formation. It was like an elephant with a mosquito on its body. Even if it sucked some blood, as long as it was not poisonous or sick, even if the elephant didn't care, it would at most itch for a while and would not be fatal.

Yao Ruoyu's sudden rushing forward was indeed shocked by the people of the Literature and Art Department, but the Jin soldiers were caught off guard, so that the outermost shield soldiers had not even had time to do the most basic formation, Yao Ruoyu took over the Bingji Altar and rushed straight into the military formation.

As soon as he rushed into the military formation, Yao Ruoyu directly casted a seal and cast spells, with the increase of the Ice Sea altar. In an instant, a large amount of spiritual energy within a radius of fifty feet roared, poured into his body through the altar, and passed through his arms and condensed into his palms. He waved his sleeves and shook the sky, and frost poured out from his cuffs. The sword and gun were condensed, stacked layer by layer like a wave, slapped in front of him.

The spirit master was like a meat grinder on the battlefield. Yao Ruoyu had tricks and was blessed by the Ice Season Altar. How huge the spiritual energy it condensed was? The ice waves formed by this move instantly drowned hundreds of people. After the waves, he saw blood flowing with residual limbs flying across. All the Jin soldiers were pierced and torn by the frost, leaving no living mouth.

Suddenly, Yao Ruoyu took action so ruthlessly, Chen Meng and others were shocked. Then, a string sounded beside him. A Jin soldier not far away was suddenly penetrated by an arrow and fell to the ground before he could even shout.

Jiang Siyu, who shot one person, looked a little pale, but her eyes were still quiet and clear, and the black and white were as clear as ink paintings, quietly erasing the fear in everyone's hearts.

After a moment of shock, Fu Feng suddenly touched his cheek and said with a smirk: "Well killed!"

Seeing this scene, Yao Ruoyu's pale face suddenly turned a little soft, and his cold heart quietly rose from "Bing Xin Jue".

No matter how many calculations they had made at the beginning, whether they had fought life and death in Wulong Fairy Mountain, for this group of college students who had just transformed, when Yao Ruoyu killed hundreds of Jin soldiers with one blow, it was inevitable that he would end up as a bloody butcher, which also aroused the fear in the hearts of the people in the Literature and Art Department.

However, these so-called fears were quietly shattered under Jiang Siyu's unspeakable arrow.

There is no words to help explain, no stingy actions like supporting and hugging, there is only a tacit understanding that does not require verbal support: Why bother how many people you have killed? You are a partner, so let's continue to kill the enemy together, it's enough.
Chapter completed!