Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Just as Lin Fan vowed to lead Ouyang Hu and others to take revenge, suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds came from afar, breaking the dead silence of the mountain village. The sound gradually came from far away, and the ground began to shake slightly, as if the earth was responding to the pressure from the iron hoof.

The sound of hooves was getting closer and closer like thunder, and the ground began to shake slightly as the patrol approached, as if foreshadowing that a storm was about to fall on the ruined land of Xueting Village. The air was filled with a murderous atmosphere. Under the setting sun, the armor of the Yan State patrol was flashing with a cold light, like the sickle of the god of death, reaping every soul that dared to resist.

Ouyang Hu and the others were extremely pale. It was obvious that ten years of life on the run had already made them deeply afraid of these patrols. These people had appeared in their nightmares many times, wielding spears and swords, killing mercilessly. In the hearts of every survivor, there was fear and hatred for the Yan patrols.

"Brother Fan, should we retreat first?" Ouyang Hu's voice trembled, his eyes flickered with anxiety. Although his cultivation was increasing rapidly, the fear in his heart could not be easily dispelled in the face of such overwhelming momentum.

Upon hearing this, Jin Buke snorted coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and he said sarcastically: "Hu Zi, how can you take revenge if you are so scared?" His tone was full of contempt, and his eyes as sharp as a hawk, coldly scanning the approaching cavalry in front.

Lin Fan stood there, his eyes as calm as water. He was not panicked by the approach of the cavalry, but in this oppressive atmosphere, his eyes became more determined. He slowly tightened his grip on the Qiankun Axe, looked up at the approaching patrol cavalry, and said calmly: "Huzi, don't be afraid, they are here, just in time for us to vent our anger!"

"They are just patrol cavalry. No matter how many come, we will kill them all!" Jin Buke smiled coldly, his voice was filled with a cold killing intent. As the former number one assassin in the assassin hall, he naturally did not take enemies of this size seriously. He had sneaked into a heavily guarded city alone in the dark and took the heads of enemy generals as easily as taking something out of a bag. He simply disdained these cavalrymen.

His voice was not loud, but it was filled with unshakable confidence, as if announcing the upcoming victory. Ouyang Hu and the others were still nervous when they heard this, but seeing Lin Fan's determined expression, the fear in their hearts seemed to be slightly alleviated.

"Follow me." Lin Fan smiled faintly, turned around and walked towards the village entrance. Zhong Ling'er, Jin Buke and Jiang Shuiling followed him without hesitation. Although Ouyang Hu and the other young people were still worried, they also mustered up their courage and followed under Lin Fan's leadership.

As they gradually approached the entrance of the village, the sound of horse hooves became clearer, and the air seemed to be filled with a strong killing intent. Lin Fan tightly grasped the Qiankun Axe, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. As a former top cultivator, he was ready for battle.

When they reached the entrance of the village, the sight before them made Ouyang Hu and the others' hearts tighten again. They saw that the patrol cavalry of Yan State had appeared, numbering as many as a hundred people. The neat cavalry formation was like a rolling torrent, fierce and oppressive. Each cavalryman was wearing armor and holding a spear. The horses' hooves made a heavy sound on the ground, as if foreshadowing the arrival of death.

What made people most uneasy was that the three leading cavalrymen had a strong aura and were all cultivators at the ninth level of foundation building. Such a strong cultivation level was no different from an absolute strong man in the eyes of Ouyang Hu and others.

"There is actually a cultivator at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment..." Ouyang Hu's voice was filled with despair and fear. His body was shaking slightly, and he was obviously overwhelmed by the situation.

However, Lin Fan showed no fear, his eyes were like lightning, and he scanned the patrols coldly. He was not intimidated by the number and cultivation of the enemies, but instead felt a burning desire to fight in his heart.

"Hmph, ninth level of foundation building?" Jin Buke sneered, a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes. "They are just some chickens and dogs."

Zhong Ling'er stood beside Lin Fan, her expression calm, her eyes revealing a faint cold light. She gently stroked the staff in her hand, and a glimmer of light appeared on her fingertips, as if she was ready to cast a powerful spell at any time.

At that moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly froze, as if time had stopped at this moment. The leader of the Yan State Patrol looked coldly at Lin Fan and the others, his eyes revealing a trace of contempt and coldness, as if victory was already in his control. Standing on his horse, his voice echoed in the mountain village like thunder: "The remnants of Xueting Village are secretly practicing, we must wipe them out today!"

This short sentence, like a sharp sword, instantly pierced into the hearts of Ouyang Hu and others. Xueting Village, their former home, was now a ruin in the eyes of the Yan patrol, and they were just the remnants of the desperate party. Ouyang Hu's face became even paler, and his fists clenched, but he still couldn't hide the fear and powerlessness deep in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yan State patrol cavalry rushed towards Lin Fan and others like a surging tide. The sound of the horses' hooves was like thunder, and the dust raised covered the sky, as if the world was shaking. Hundreds of cavalrymen raised their spears, and the sharp cold light flashed. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the breath of death was already blowing in their faces.

Seeing this, Ouyang Hu and the others were instantly filled with fear. Although they had good skills, they still felt powerless in the face of this overwhelming impact. They lacked real combat experience, especially in such a large-scale head-on conflict. The uneasiness in their hearts was like a spreading poison, almost making them unable to move.

However, at this critical moment, Lin Fan suddenly moved. He took a steady step and stood in front of Ouyang Hu and the others. At that moment, his figure seemed to merge with the world, like an unshakable mountain, standing in the center of the storm. His eyes were calm and composed, and he was not panicked by the number and momentum of the enemy at all, as if the hundred cavalrymen in front of him were just ants.

"Stand behind me." Lin Fan's voice was not loud, but as steady as a mountain, with immense confidence and majesty, as if his words could reverse the entire battle situation.

Ouyang Hu and the others gradually suppressed their fear after hearing this. Lin Fan's calmness made them feel a little relieved. Although the enemy in front of them was powerful and terrifying, Lin Fan's back was like a huge shield, blocking all dangers.

At this moment, Jin Buke chuckled, and his ghostly figure flashed, rushing into the formation of the patrol cavalry like the wind. His speed was as fast as lightning, and the long sword in his hand seemed to turn into a stream of light, drawing dazzling sword shadows in the air, accompanied by pieces of splashing blood mist.

With one strike of the sword, Jin Buke's body was like a shadow, moving among the cavalry. His sword was extremely accurate, and every strike took a life. Almost no one could see how he struck. His movements were as fast as lightning, and every strike of the sword would cause the enemy to fall down.

The leader who had just given the order, before the cold expression on his face had completely disappeared, felt a chill on his neck, and then the world spun around. The next moment, his head had flown off his body, and there was still disbelief in death in his eyes. The corpse fell heavily from the horse's back, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

The cavalry's charge was interrupted by this scene. The cavalry who were preparing to charge were stunned by the shocking scene. Their leader was beheaded in an instant, without even a chance to react, which filled their hearts with fear.

"Retreat!" Another leader was horrified when he saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly ordered a retreat.

However, where is the room for retreat on the battlefield? Jin Buke's figure flashed again like a ghost, and he appeared behind the patrol cavalry, completely blocking their retreat. The sword tip carried a fierce murderous aura, and the cold light flashed a dazzling light in the sunset.

"One man, one sword, full of murderous intent." Jin Buke whispered to himself, his voice sounding like it came from the netherworld. He slowly raised the tip of his sword, like a mountain, pressing down on the hearts of the patrol cavalry, making it impossible for them to move forward, nor dare to retreat. The cavalry only felt a tightness in their chests, as if they were oppressed by an invisible aura and could not breathe.

"You guys, you've come just in time." Lin Fan's voice came from behind, his tone calm and indifferent, as if he was talking to a group of insignificant slaves, rather than facing the patrolmen of Yan State. His eyes were cold and ruthless, and he pointed to the village behind him, "Stay to clean up the streets and renovate the houses."

His tone was calm, as if these powerful rangers had become his captives at will, without any need for a fight. His eyes penetrated the armor and fear of the cavalrymen, revealing his intentions without any concealment.

"The patrol cavalry of Great Yan can be killed but not humiliated!" One of the patrol leaders shouted angrily with a livid face. He knew that he could not escape, but as a warrior of Yan State, he would rather die than surrender.

However, just as he finished speaking, Jin Buke's figure flashed again, and the sword flashed. Everyone only heard a "hiss" sound, and blood suddenly spurted out of the leader's neck, and his body fell limply, and his head drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

The rangers present could no longer conceal their fear. Their companions were killed silently one after another, and they didn't even know how they died. Fear quickly spread in their hearts, sweat flowed down their armor, and the spears in their hands began to tremble slightly.

Being killed is not scary, what is scary is not being able to see the opponent's attack. To these patrolmen, Jin Buk's figure is like a ghost. They cannot see the moment he draws his sword, they can only feel the sound of their companions falling down, and the invisible pressure of death.

Lin Fan looked coldly at the army that had destroyed Xueting Village. There was no mercy on his face. He walked forward slowly, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness: "If you are willing to serve Xueting Village today, I can spare your lives."

These patrolmen were completely overwhelmed by the momentum of Lin Fan and his men. When they heard Lin Fan's words, many of them showed signs of struggle. However, they knew that whether they advanced or retreated, they would probably be greeted with death.

Seeing their hesitation, Lin Fan's eyes turned slightly cold. "Since you don't want to, then destroy them all." He slowly raised the Qiankun Axe in his hand, and a hint of cold light flashed on the axe blade, and the air around them seemed to freeze in an instant.

Just as Lin Fan was about to launch an attack, a patrolman finally couldn't bear this invisible pressure anymore. He fell to his knees and shouted in a trembling voice, "I... I am willing to serve Xueting Village!"

As he knelt, the other rangers dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, their faces pale. Their will to fight had been completely crushed, and they only had the instinct to survive.