Chapter 37 One Against Ten Thousand!

Hearing Xiao Tian's voice, the people in the rivers and lakes on the walls of Xiangyang City couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

This time, the leader of the army to attack Xiangyang City was the Mongolian national teacher Jinlun Falun, and almost everyone in the arena knew it.

But they didn't expect Xiao Tian to be so direct and merciless. In front of the army under his command, he would directly ask people to get out and die!

Madness!

So arrogant!

"This kid is much more mad than you, Huang Laoxie," said three people standing together at the corner of the city wall of Xiangyang City, a tall old man wearing a white shirt said.

"Don't talk about me, you old poison," an old man with a clear appearance, tall and thin body, Xiao Shuxuan, who looked like a god, dressed in azure clothes, a cyan square scarf on his head, and looked like a scribe, said leisurely: "But this kid is a little too big."

"Xiaoyou has already stepped into the innate realm. Even if you can't defeat the Mongolian army, it is not difficult to retreat. After all, Xiaoyao's kung fu has always been known for its agility. Xiaoyou wants to leave, I am afraid no one can keep him!"

The speaker's clothes were covered with patches, but they were washed cleanly. He was holding a bamboo stick in his hand and a large gourd with vermilion lacquer on his back.

These three are the world-famous Dongxie Xidu and Beibeg!

Just as the three of them were talking, there was movement in the Mongolian camp.

Countless Mongolian soldiers poured out from the camp, armed with weapons, and the big bows with horns were pulled open, and the arrowheads flashed with a cold light.

"Boy, you are arrogant!" A Mongolian general came out of the camp and sneered at Xiao Tian who was suspended in the air: "If you want to see the national teacher, then see if you have the ability!"

"Fire arrows!"

The Mongolian general looked solemn and ordered in a deep voice.

Countless feathered arrows shot at Xiao Tian, ​​covering the sky and the sun, pressing down like a cloud cover with a flickering cold light.

"A congenital master?" Mongolian general sneered and said: "Even if you are a congenital master, can your internal strength be inexhaustible? I will have to see, how many arrows can you catch!"

The knowledge of this Mongolian general is also not weak. Seeing Xiao Tian Lingkong is vain, how can he not know that he is a master of the innate realm?

But what about even a congenital master?

Wasn't Wang Chongyang, the "Zhongxintong", a congenital expert, in the end, he could only walk into the ancient tomb angrily and escape from the world? !

"Humph!" Xiao Tian snorted disdainfully and waved his hand, as if there was an invisible barrier in front of him, all the feather arrows stayed three inches in front of him, and could not advance an inch!

"How is that possible?!" The Mongolian general's eyes were clearly horrified, "Send the arrows! Quickly release the arrows!"

He wouldn't be too surprised if Xiao Tian could avoid or block Feather Arrow, but with just a cold snort, he could stop countless Feather Arrows in front of him and not move an inch. Never heard of it!

Countless feathered arrows flew into the air again, covering Xiao Tian!

"Hey - I haven't seen you for a while, this kid's strength has improved again!" Ouyang Feng, who was watching the battle at the head of Xiangyang City, took a breath and said in awe.

When he was in Huashan half a year ago, although Xiao Tian showed the cultivation of the innate realm, he could only condense his energy into a gangster, and he couldn't even go to the sky, let alone this method!

"Go!" Xiao Tian waved his sleeves, and the countless feather arrows in front of him flew back at a faster speed!

The difference from the previous one was that this time the feathered arrow was covered with a faint gleaming white aura.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The feather arrow attached to Beiming's True Qi defeated a wave of arrow feathers that followed, and roared towards the bottom!