The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 143 Arrow Shocks Jinghua
"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Wang Xiaoshi smiled wryly, he had no choice but to move and dodge in the arrow rain, he could also dodge, catch arrows and parry.

As the direct disciple of "Tianyi Layman" Xu Xiaoyi, the successor of "Zizamen" and the nephew of Zhuge Zhengwo, he is of the same generation as the four famous arresters. How can his skill be lower? It is extremely high, up and down in the rain eaves, coming and going left and right, unfathomable.

But when he saw that Chen Zhuo was pacing and walking in the rain of arrows without a trace of fireworks, his eyes almost popped out.

Because he knew that Chen Zhuo didn't understand internal strength, in his and Bai Choufei's eyes, he was just a slightly stronger ordinary person, with an extraordinary figure, and a little knowledgeable Jiang Hu.

It's just that he obviously guessed wrong.

Bai Choufei strikes fiercely, he uses fingering, his eyes are cold, his black hair is agitated, his face is frighteningly white, he stretches out his ten fingers, piercing through the rain, he shoots through the air, and has already counted all the arrows that fly Lay it down, and kill a few nearby archers by the way.

However, looking at Chen Zhuo, his expression was inexplicably unnatural.

But no one avoided it.

Camellia, one of the six servants, who was blocking the knife for Su Mengzhen, suddenly fell down.

"Be careful, son!"

After being stabbed in the heart, his facial features were distorted, his face was full of pain, he did not forget to protect the Lord even in his death, and blocked a wave of arrows for Su Mengzhen, his broad back was full of arrow shafts, like a hedgehog.

The rain of arrows was too urgent, at least four to five hundred people, all armed with powerful crossbows, were fired alternately in two rows up and down.

Su Mengzhen's lonely and cold eyes seemed to turn red in an instant, and then became colder, but at the same time, he was also parrying the hidden weapons sent in front of him. Those back crossbows and hidden arrows were denser and faster than the rain of arrows. .

He took off his outer robe without any hassle, and the shadow of the robe swirled rapidly, and the terrifying hidden weapon disappeared in an instant.

He rolled up the robe with one hand, and flicked his fingers with the other, and there was a soft moan and trembling in his hand. It turned out that there was an extra knife, a beautiful, beautiful and moving knife.

Red sleeve knife.

With a transparent blade and a crimson blade, the light of the blade ripples like water, like a beautiful woman's slender waist.

But he stabbed himself first, gouged out a piece of flesh from his leg, with a small arrow stuck in it, he was hit by a hidden weapon.

Blood splashed under the knife, and then the light of the knife turned around, and Gu Dong's grinning head had been chopped off.

Taking this opportunity, Hua Wucuo swiped her palms behind the flying robe and patted it, the black robe seemed to swell.

However, there was another person who blocked him, that person was Fu Zi Wu, who had received the hidden weapon from the brocade-clothed monk, and he still came to protect the lord without hesitation, and took the palm.

Hua Wucuo missed the blow, and saw the red knife shadow flying towards him, like a water knife light, his scalp exploded, and with a strange cry, he was already flying away.

Not only Hua Wucuo was retreating, but the bony old woman and the monk in brocade were also retreating.

Because another wave of arrow rain had arrived, completely covering everyone in the arrow array.

With such a formation, anyone who sees it will feel numb and want to retreat in a hurry.

By the time Su Mengzhen and the others wanted to retreat, Arrow Rain had already arrived.

There are arrows everywhere, like locusts all over the sky, densely packed.

Shi Wuzheng and Wu Fuzi guarded him to the left and right, tried their best to parry him, tried their best to stop him, but they also fell down in a blink of an eye.

This should be the elites under the "Three Arrows General", the tenth hall master of the "Six and a Half Hall". They are all well-trained archers.

Grandma Douzi is the head of the seventh hall, and the monk is also the head of the eighth hall, Monk Huayi, who is the eighth hall master of the six-and-a-half hall.

In order to attack and kill the owner of the "Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower", not only the two servants who turned against Su Mengzhen, but also the three hall masters, and these [-] well-trained archers, anyone can drink one pot.

The same is true for Su Mengzhen, looking at the fallen brother beside him, and at the continuous rain of arrows, as if his end was at an end.

But there are two more.

Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei.

They didn't know when they had reached the left and right of the arrow array, one attacked from the left and the other shot from the right, the arrows who killed them panicked and broke into an army.

And what about Chen Zhuo?

"what!"

A scream shocked everyone's hearts.

Hua Wucuo, who had skimmed the roof tiles and was about to recede, fell in the air, with an arrow stuck in his chest, and fell heavily on the mud floor, his face was full of disbelief, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he stared at the man in his eyes.

Under the pouring rain, Chen Zhuo looked at him, walking out from the rain of arrows, walking out from the heavy rain, as if his whole body was covered with eyes, walking under those flying arrows was gentle and careless , still holding a pair of stolen bows and arrows in his hand.

With just a slight glance at him, Chen Zhuo had already aimed at the panic-stricken old woman and the monk in brocade clothes.

How can one bow aim at two people?

The answer is simple, there are two arrows on the bow.

The simple answer is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to do.

The two fleeing suddenly felt a chill in the back of their necks, and immediately felt as if they were being targeted by a poisonous snake, or as if they were being spotted by a wild beast. They changed their positions after a sudden change of color, and they were about to flash into the ruins. , Hiding in the ruins of the earthen walls, a slight bowstring vibration was heard behind him.

The two arrows have formed their own trajectories, chasing and killing the two of them.

Shocking arrows.

One bow shoots two arrows at the same time, and the castration is different, it is sensational, even those archers who have practiced archery for half their life have never seen such a miraculous technique.

The shafts of the arrows swam through the rain like two fishes, and the clusters of arrows grazed a few bricks and stones, bringing out sparks.

The rubbing sound of gold and stone made everyone's pupils shrink.

Because the monk in the flowered garment had leaped to the ground and circled behind an earthen wall, but everyone could still hear the sound of arrows piercing through his clothes and the sound of a living person falling over.

The arrow actually made an unimaginable trajectory in the rain, and followed it like a living thing.

Granny Douzi was also on the run. She looked like she had seen a ghost, her face was pale and bloodless, her lips were trembling, and she hurriedly flew across the narrow path, wiggling her hands and feet frantically, fearing that she would also be shot by an arrow.

Hearing the sound of the wind behind her, she turned around abruptly, and covered the deadly arrows behind her with the "lifeless celestial garment" with the broken blanket. Her inner strength surged and poured, and the broken blanket in her hand suddenly turned into gold and iron. caught up.

"Aha!"

This person seemed to be saved from a desperate situation, he let out a smug smile, and slipped even faster.

Chen Zhuo raised his eyes, raised his hand to catch a flying arrow beside him, stomped the ground suddenly, flipped up like an ape, hooked a corner of the rain eaves with one foot, and leaned forward to take aim in the air. Arrows, all in one go.

The wind and rain were dark and the arrows were pointing away. The Douzi mother-in-law was only running desperately between the high walls and low houses, and her figure would only flash past some holes and gaps.

The eyes of the sword narrowed slightly, and Chen Zhuo suddenly heard the sound of thunder drumming in his chest and abdomen, his right arm seemed to swell suddenly, the strength surged wildly, and the muscles and muscles squirmed like a dragon and snake coiled, but it was a spiral force.

Granny Douzi was still in ecstasy and breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the rain, there was a sharp buzzing sound, like locusts flapping their wings, or bees rushing, it was extremely ear-piercing, and the speed was unimaginable, as if a hole had been pierced through the rain curtain.

Just as she was moving up and down, a shadow rushed out of the rain curtain from a hole the size of a bowl beside her, and was nailed to the dirt wall on the other side. The cluster of arrows sank deeply, leaving behind A small hole of unknown depth, but the arrow shaft and nock were crushed on the spot, scattered in the rain.

The expression on Granny Douzi's face gradually froze, she stopped, subconsciously lowered her head to look at her chest, there was a hole with blood dripping out, and an arrow pierced through her heart a hundred steps away.

The fight is over!

The bow in Chen Zhuo's hand also snapped from it with a "crack".

Looking at the three people who were still fighting with the archer, he turned down from the rain eaves, stabilized his bamboo hat, brushed off the rain on his body, picked up the shoulder strap on the ground and left silently.

And in front of Granny Douzi, there was another person.

The man was sitting, sitting on a wooden chair raised by four people, with an umbrella on the top, which shielded him from the wind and rain, with his head lowered, like a shy little girl, or looking at her own toes. The outside is a luxurious black cloak, and the hands are white and delicate, half hidden in the sleeves.

This man lowered his head, but he seemed to have a panoramic view of everything before, seeing with his own eyes how Granny Douzi died in front of him, how she fell to the ground and died in disbelief.

The man spoke suddenly, with a faint voice, soft and soft.

"Excellent archery technique!"

(End of this chapter)