wicked immortal

After Zhao Yuan untied a bundle of sharp arrows, he stood up, holding a longbow, standing on the sand dune, with his long hair flying and his clothes rattling.

At this time, cavalry from all directions came rushing forward, and the fast-moving torches were dotted in the desert, as if tearing apart countless cracks in the night, flooding over like overwhelming tides, the scene was extremely magnificent.

Zhao Yuan stands like a mountain, and the "quietness" spreads like ripples, forming an intricate network.

A cavalryman was the first to bear the brunt and entered Zhao Yuan's alert range.

"Alright!"

Zhao Yuan bent his bow and set an arrow, the bow string was loosened, and the arrow feather left the string and disappeared into the darkness like a line.

"what……"

Under the sand dunes, there was a heart-piercing scream, and then, the sound of the horse falling heavily was heard.

"How is it?" Zhao Yuan looked back at Lan Xin and said proudly.

"It's just shooting a soldier, there's nothing to brag about." Looking at Zhao Yuan's flowing sword, although Lan Xin was shocked, she still laughed.

"Master Ben needs to brag in front of a woman like you!"

Zhao Yuan laughed loudly, slowly picked up a sharp arrow, bent his bow and set the arrow again and shot it out, and then there was another scream and fall.

This time, Zhao Yuan didn't stop, and kept shooting with bow and arrow.

In just a few dozen breaths, the bunch of arrows had been shot in sevens and eights, and the cavalry around the sand dune were scared out of their wits by the elusive sharp arrows, and they just circled around the sand dune, not daring to approach them again. dune……

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Seeing that Zhao Yuan bent his bow and set his arrows like a machine that didn't know how to get tired, and each arrow killed someone, Lan Xin couldn't be more shocked.

There is no doubt that Lan Xin is a master of archery, and it is precisely because she is a master of archery that she is extremely shocked.

Lan Xin's longbow is specially made, it is tailor-made, and it needs to be used in conjunction with the skill of archery. Ordinary people can't draw the bowstring at all, let alone shoot arrows continuously.

Of course, even shooting an arrow with brute force is completely different from killing the enemy. After all, pulling the bowstring and shooting the target are completely different things.

When the two armies are facing each other, the soldiers are more or less scattered. The so-called diffuse is to shoot randomly in one direction without accurate targets. As for whether they can hit the enemy, it depends entirely on the density of sharp arrows to form lethality.

With one bow and one bow, Zhao Yuan forced hundreds of cavalry to stop.

Lan Xin stared at Zhao Yuan who was calm and unhurried, with an expression of incredulity on her face.

Until now, Lan Xin really felt the terror of this man.

Lan Xin saw with her own eyes that Zhao Yuan really learned her skill of shooting arrows just by flipping through the secret book of shooting arrows casually.

In fact, Lan Xin dared to give the secrets of Yijian to Zhao Yuan because she believed that Zhao Yuan would not be able to learn it. Now, Zhao Yuan has learned the essence of Yijian. Even in terms of calmness, stability and concentration, Zhao Yuan has already surpassed others. better than blue...

"We have to go. The big man with the thorns and the national teacher of the bird are probably coming." Zhao Yuan retracted the longbow into the Xumi ring, called out the black-backed long knife, walked in front of Lan Xin and said : "A hug or a back?"

"Back." Lan Xin's face flushed, but fortunately, Zhao Yuan couldn't see in the dark.

"Then you have to hold tight."

Zhao Yuan squatted down, let Lan Xin lie on his back, reminded him, and immediately ran wildly. When the cavalry under the sand dune reacted, Zhao Yuan had already rushed to the front at lightning speed. The knife formed a silver gust of wind in the air, no matter whether it was a weapon or a shield, as long as it collided with the silver gust of wind, it would immediately fall apart and people would be thrown apart.

People kept screaming and falling off their horses.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air...

Under Zhao Yuan's terrifying speed, the two quickly escaped from the encirclement and arrived at another huge sand dune more than ten miles away.

Zhao Yuan called out a bundle of sharp arrows and untied them slowly.

"Why didn't you run away?" Lan Xin hadn't woken up from the killing just now, her face was full of fear, she couldn't imagine that Zhao Yuan's combat power was so fierce.

"Why should I run away?" Zhao Yuan snorted coldly.

"If we are surrounded by Hu Yansheng and the national teacher..."

"That depends on whether my sharp arrow agrees!"

Zhao Yuan's eyes were full of fighting intent.

Zhao Yuan was tired of being hunted down.

Since Hua Yunzong, Zhao Yuan has never stopped, and has been hunted down all the time. When he arrived at Wanjia, he also had a short rest for several months, and then fell into the pursuit of Xiaojia in Huping Mountain.

Zhao Yuan hates being chased and killed. He doesn't like this feeling. After being awakened by the monk Tianxin, he clearly understands that if he blindly runs away, his cultivation speed will only stagnate, and he needs to die to survive. He needs to fight to the death, he wants to make the gods jealous, and he wants to make the catastrophe come.

Not being jealous is mediocrity.

The catastrophe makes the cultivators afraid, but it also makes the cultivators look forward to it, because only after experiencing the catastrophe, the cultivators will be reborn like a phoenix, become stronger, and even enter the fairy world and rank among the immortals.

Now, Zhao Yuan has understood that Heavenly Tribulation is actually an opportunity to improve his strength.

Without a catastrophe, there is no danger, but again, without a catastrophe, it means stagnation.

Perhaps, the stagnation of "war" is the same as the disappearance of the catastrophe.

Zhao Yuan has always hated the inexplicable catastrophe, but now, Zhao Yuan is full of eager expectations for the thunder and lightning.

A large bundle of sharp arrows was opened and placed on the sand dunes.

In the distance, cavalrymen gathered from all directions, and the torches were like stars in the sky, extremely vast.

Lan Xin felt Zhao Yuan's raging fighting spirit, and she had an inexplicable impulse, wishing to charge into the battle, stain the yellow sand with blood, and wrap the corpse in horse leather.

This man has an indescribable heroism.

The charge of the cavalry began, and besides the charge, the cavalry would use their horn bows to cover their charge. Unfortunately, the sand dunes were too high, and those bows and arrows often fell on the yellow sand halfway.

Zhao Yuan shot again.

As the sharp arrow was put on the bowstring and shot out, the cavalry's attack was contained again, and hundreds of cavalry hesitated under the sand dunes.

Zhao Yuan's arrows are like the sickle of death, constantly harvesting life.

On the battlefield, soldiers are not afraid of fierce battles, what they fear most is not being able to see the enemy.But now, the sharp arrows that are fired without fail just cannot see the enemy. This is a kind of deterrence, a kind of psychological blow.

The bravery of the soldiers has no effect at this time, and the fearlessness of death is just a joke.

No one wants to die in vain...

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This kind of game is constantly staged in the desert.