The cliff that looks steep and cut like a knife and axe is not as smooth as paper. From above, the cliff is covered with cracks of various sizes, protrusions, depressions, and caves of different sizes. A bunch of weeds, small trees and shrubs growing across the cliff, hide all of these under it, and when you look outside, you can't see anything.

Yu Chao hid in it with more than a hundred soldiers. Their purpose was very clear, which was those who wanted to climb up from this cliff while the darkness came to Shuntian Army.

Yu Chao is a good scout, and is easy to hide and disguise. For several days, he has climbed up and down on this cliff wall and personally selected one ambush after another. More than a hundred crossbow archers are squatting on these positions he has chosen, ensuring that there are no dead corners. No matter where the opponent climbs up from, there will be several crossbows that are secretly concealing him.

The possible resistance imagined by the sneak attackers came from the top of the cliff. The opponent would definitely set up a small number of sentries there, but because of Molo's existence, they did not care about this at all. No matter who was standing in front of Molo, they were sure that Molo could clear his opponent and that what was placed in front of them would inevitably be a smooth road.

But things often happen in the world. The people who attacked them are not on the top of the cliff, but at two-thirds of the cliff wall. This position is the most embarrassing for sneak attackers. The target is already in front of them, but they cannot move forward any further. They cannot advance or retreat.

One after another, sneak attackers fell from the cliff like dumplings. The bouncy splashed the sky above the Lai River. Only those with extremely good martial arts cultivation can rely on their own cultivation to dodge the crossbows on the cliff, desperately avoiding those crossbow arrows that were killed.

But above the cliff, there was a deadly attacker, the scout of Yu Chao, who had a level seven martial arts cultivation.

Yu Chao stood in a crack on the cliff. There was a long willow in front of him. The gentle willow branches hang down, completely hiding his figure. At this moment, the strong bow in his hand was slowly moving, and the one who traced the figure was the guy who seemed to have the highest cultivation level and was still climbing up while moving.

He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. Yu Chao relaxed his fingers and the feather arrow turned into a meteor in the air, heading straight for the master.

"Go to die!" he said softly.

The very agile master in the dark had just avoided two extremely sinister hidden arrows shot out from the gaps of the weeds. Yu Chao's hidden arrows had arrived at the right time. The sound of breaking through the air represents the martial arts cultivation of the person who shot this arrow. In shock, the only thing he could do was to force his body to tilt. With a puff, the arrow hit the target, the scream, and a back-sowed onion fell down.

Yu Chao poked his head out and saw the guy who fell down, he actually moved a few times in the air, slowing down the tent. When he fell into the water, the splashing water was far from as brilliant as he imagined. He couldn't help but spat: "Damn, this made you run away, admire, admire."

In the front mountain, the fires surged into the sky, and the shouts of killing were deafening. Under the cliffs of the back mountain, the screams were harsh. Molo suddenly became a little upset.

"You actually surrendered to the Qi people?" He looked at Qin Feng, "Hehe, I understand. Chu State plotted against you, you hated him, so you surrendered to the great enemy of Chu State Qi, wanting to avenge your boss, right?"

"You can think of this, but no, why should I tell you?" Qin Feng laughed.

"Just because of you little fish, you want to block the way Molo is going forward, it's really a delusion!" Molo roared wildly, his body swayed slightly. In Qin Feng's eyes, the other party's figure suddenly became illusory, making him completely unable to lock in the target.

He snorted coldly, and he was not unfamiliar with this move. In Taiping City, when Luo Yishui competed with him, he crushed him with deep internal strength for most of the time, but occasionally, when he suddenly appeared, he would use this move when he was forced to make a frustration by Qin Feng. After suffering a few small losses, Qin Feng finally found some veins, not to mention that at this time, he still had a military formation composed of a hundred old soldiers to help him, and the power was far greater than that when he usually fought alone with Luo Yishui.

With a knife, Qin Feng's body shook violently. The iron knife jumped violently in his hand, shouted loudly, and held the other hand. The true energy in his body was pouring backwards like a flood that broke through the dam. Just now, before the iron knife slashed in the air, a figure suddenly appeared. The iron bow in his hand was placed on the big knife, and Mo Luo, who had a surprised face, was looking at Qin Feng.

A hundred old soldiers behind him, one left and one right, and one hundred swords were slashed at this moment. Molo suddenly retreated, and the hundred old soldiers stepped forward, circled into a semicircle with Qin Feng as the center of the circle. The big sword was raised high and slashed continuously.

Moro's face was slightly dark. The single combat power of these ordinary soldiers was not worth mentioning in his eyes, but after forming this military formation, the internal forces of hundreds of people were actually combined. Each knife was the sum of the hundred people. This should not be underestimated. The most troublesome thing is that among them, there was a level nine warrior as the core. I don't know what methods they used. The internal strength of these hundred soldiers was finally blessed to this level nine guy, which made the opponent's attack and moves be strong and powerful, not inferior to himself.

His face was slightly dark. If he wanted to defeat the guy in front of him, he had to break his military formation first.

The body suddenly moved forward and retreated. Molo's hand stroked the bowstring for the first time. There was no arrow on the string. His fingers were lightly hooked, and a clear sang went straight to the nine heavens. An invisible arrow suddenly popped out of the string, but the target was a soldier on the edge of the military formation.

With a loud bang, Qin Feng appeared in front of the soldier at the right time, holding up an iron sword to block the arrow.

Molo smiled on his face, his figure was like a ghost, and he suddenly moved forward and retreated on the top of the cliff with sword energy. The bowstrings kept ringing, as if playing a song of death. Strands of arrows penetrated the knife net and rushed straight to the soldiers in the military formation.

Correspondingly, Qin Feng's every sword accurately hit the flying arrows, and the fighting on the cliff entered a very strange mode.

With two muffled groans, Qin Feng's face changed slightly. In Molo's omnipresent attack, the two soldiers at the edge finally did not escape the attack. The arrows popped out of Molok directly pushed the two of them against their chests and backs, and they fell to the ground, with no breath.

This is not a solution! Qin Feng gave up on Ge Dang and fought with people like Molo. It is impossible not to sacrifice. With such a current style of play, he would never be able to escape. If Molo continues to grind like this, he is afraid that in the end, no one of the hundreds of veterans behind him will be left.

After understanding this, Qin Feng let out a long roar and rushed over. All the sword energy of the soldiers behind him was led into his iron sword.

"Kill!" As the loud shouts, layers of sword shadows rushed towards Moro like a tide.

He gave up on defense altogether.

The sound of the soldiers behind him falling to the ground continued to sound. Qin Feng was unmoved, and the sword was still slashed forward unswervingly. With a loud thunderous sound, the sword fell on the iron bow.

Mo Luo's face suddenly surged. He took advantage of the gap between Qin Feng's attack and killed four old soldiers in a row, but he had to take Qin Feng's sword. He used his heart and strength to scatter. This sword came at the right time. He felt a constant tremor between his chest and abdomen, and he let out a breath of turbid air. This sword actually hurt him faintly.

With one sword, Qin Feng no longer had any scruples. The galaxy in his body rotated wildly, sucking the inner breath of the military formation behind him into the black hole in the galaxy, and then pouring it into the endless stars. The stars lit up, but what they emitted was not the cold light, but the rushing heat.

Qin Feng seemed to have returned to the past years. The knife in his hand slowly turned red. Finally, the one in his hand was like a giant torch that had been lit. Each knife was swung out, and the knife energy turned into pieces of flame and spewed out.

The soldiers behind him gradually faded away, sweating heavily, and the rocks on the ground had already been soaked with sweat from their bodies. Every time Qin Feng slashed with Molo, someone would fall silently. It was shot down by the arrows popped up by Molo, but every time he killed someone, Molo paid more and more.

His face became redder and redder, but Molo's expression became more and more serious. The cloud-piercing bow in his hand gradually became as hot as a red soldering iron. This was something that had never happened before. The guy who was the one who was in front of him had extremely strange internal strength. When he first started fighting, he was still gentle, but now he suddenly became violent. He had eroded silently before, but now he was hit like a storm.

Less than a stick of incense, he had already killed nearly twenty old soldiers from the opponent, but the opponent's army was not in chaos at all. Each of them was missing, and their military formation seemed more compact. Molo even saw that the fallen soldiers were kicked out by his companions in a hurry. They didn't care about death at all, or they regarded death as a common occurrence. This made him feel a little scared.

If I really want to kill all these soldiers, I am afraid that my fate will not be much better. Looking at the guy who even had exposed skin red in front of me, Moro suddenly felt a headache. The night attack must have failed, because at the bottom of the cliff, there was no screaming coming, and all the people he brought must have been reimbursed.

Do you still have to fight? Just go back in shame?

Molo hesitated.

But then, someone helped him make a decision. More soldiers suddenly appeared on the front mountain. What shocked Moro was that these soldiers had formed a formation exactly the same as the dozens of soldiers left behind Qin Feng while running.

"Let's go!" This thought suddenly passed through Molo's mind. The attack on the front mountain was defeated again, which gave them the extra effort to organize people to come here. If the hundred people who ran up from behind also had the ability of the people in front, they might not be able to leave today.

With a long roar, the cloud-piercing bow sounded like a pipa, and dense arrows rushed towards him. Molo flew backwards, flew out of the cliff, and fell straight towards the cliff.

Molo acted with all his strength and bounced dozens of arrows in succession. When his body fell, his body felt empty. He took a deep breath, and the true energy rose from his dantian and dissipated again.

At this moment, a feather arrow shot silently from the deep thatched grass. With a loud bang, it hit Molo's shoulder blade. Molo screamed, turned around and pulled the bow in the air, trying to fight back, but he saw hundreds of feather arrows as dense as locusts pounced on him.

That was Yu Chao and his team who were still ambushed on the cliff.

Molo gave up killing the guy who was plotting against him. It was only a matter of a flash of time to pull the bow and shoot an arrow, but it was certain that he would be injured by these feather arrows again, which was not cost-effective.

He inhaled and sank, and his whole body fell down like a stone. Countless arrows shot into the air, rushing into the darkness with the sound of linolein.

Yu Chao wiped a cold sweat. The moment Molo looked at him, it made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, and his whole body was almost moving. If Molo shot that arrow, he would probably have to die.
Chapter completed!