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Chapter 140: The Great War 6 Hope(2/2)

"Boom!"
After a few breaths, Wang Xian and others were like a machine, starting up again. The powerful iron hooves shook the ground and made dust fly.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath, landed at the end of the team, and rushed out together.
"No matter what, we must succeed."
Yang Ji secretly said to himself.
Moving the target is not difficult.
But in this chaos, if you want to protect the lives of more than 20 people while attacking, it is no longer as simple as "difficult".
The battlefield is changing rapidly, and no one knows where the next wave will come from. Not to mention their counterattack and response... This is a huge challenge for Yang Ji's current mental strength and analytical ability.
——But Yang Ji has no choice!
collapse!
A Tianyin cultist rushed over from the crowd at a very fast speed, his eyes were sinister. His gaze was actually aimed at the leg of a horse among them.
To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture a horse first!
If the horse's leg was broken, the knight on top would definitely die. However, still a few feet away from the team, a long arrow suddenly came out and opened a big hole in his head in an instant...
Collapse! Collapse!
The two Tianyin Sect masters jumped up high and slashed down with the long swords in their hands at lightning speed. Yang Ji flicked his fingers together, and the two fine iron arrows ignored their attempts to parry and penetrated under their ribs like lightning.
It passed through the neck, and when it fell again, it was already a corpse.
Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!
Tianyin cultists from both sides rushed over. The long sword in his hand stabbed at more than 20 elite riders like a poisonous snake. Yang Ji directly nailed the three Tianyin cultists in front with three arrows, and used their corpses to block the incoming waves.
Tianyin believers.
Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!...
One sword after another, Yang Ji's shooting speed became faster and faster. Yang Ji carefully observed the first few arrows, but later, without any thought in his head, he shot out almost without thinking.
Yang Ji's mental power suddenly dropped, but it was quickly replenished with the help of the "little stone" between his eyebrows.
The quiver Yang Ji was carrying emptied quickly. At first, everyone only felt that two arrows were being fired, but later it was almost like a continuous rain of arrows.
He didn't use the first arrow to kill. Everyone was killed with one critical blow, and there was no waste of the second arrow. The team charged forward, and they were almost full of corpses nailed to the ground like sculptures.
Not to mention the people of the Tianyin Sect, even the soldiers under Wang Xian were shocked by this scene. No one had ever thought that someone's archery skills could reach such a level.
"'Arrows shoot out like locusts', this is the real 'arrows shoot out like locusts'..."
Jiang Jianqing was riding a big horse, looking sideways at Yang Ji who was beside him and forgetting about him and me, and a thought flashed in his mind.
"Arrows out like locusts" is an advanced archery skill he had heard in the palace. This archery skill has strong requirements on mental strength. Arrows out like locusts does not mean shooting too many arrows, but shooting arrows so fast that it seems like
At the same time, it shot out a hail of locust arrows.
"Junior Brother Yang's realm should not have reached the master level yet...then how did he do it?"
Thoughts flashed through Jiang Jianqing's mind.
In the dark, he felt as if there was a strong spiritual fluctuation in the void. This spiritual power was not as powerful as the master level, but it stretched endlessly, like the sea water...
Chapter completed!
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