Arrows rained down from the sky.

In an instant, most of the horses were covered with arrows and fell into a pool of blood.

Only ordinary arrows were shot from above the valley.

Those few sharpshooters in the innate realm seemed to be in case someone took advantage of the gap between them to shoot arrows and climbed up the mountain wall, so they did not take action.

Relying on the skills honed on the battlefield, each member of the Moon Killing Army can deflect arrows.

But manpower will always be exhausted.

When most of his internal strength and strength were consumed by the almost endless rain of arrows, casualties immediately appeared. One after another people were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, instantly turning into "hedgehogs".

"It's really powerless!"

As a long stick, Jiang Ren could only look around helplessly.

This powerlessness does not refer to the desperate situation of the Moon Killing Army around him, but to himself.

The perspective of a weapon is novel and safe, but compared to a person, there is really too little that can be done, and it is even impossible to decide one's own destination and path.

At this moment, he is in Wuchen's hands.

It turned into countless blackened afterimages, like an airtight shield, covering several soldiers and maroon horses.

Because Yan Huo was not only useless against these arrows, but would also accelerate the consumption of Qi, Wuchen did not call out Yan Huo from the stick.

"Commander!"

Suddenly there were several commotions in the distance.

Wuchen tried his best to maintain the shield while looking in the direction of the sound.

At a glance, he saw that Zhou Xiaozhi had fallen off the horse, with several arrows stuck in his body, one of which happened to pass through his left chest.

There were several people around him waving weapons vigorously to help him resist the falling arrows.

One of them had a face full of pain and kept chanting words such as "If it weren't for protecting me, the commander would not have been hit by an arrow."

"I'm sorry, I hurt you..."

When he was dying, Zhou Xiaozhi did not blame the man, otherwise he would not have risked his life to save him just now.

He just hates.

I hate my own powerlessness, my own cowardice, my own naivety...

"Commander!"

"Commander, didn't you say you wouldn't let us make meaningless sacrifices?"

"Stand up, your promise to us has not been fulfilled yet!"

"Big Moon Ghost, pay with your life for our commander!"

"Even if we die, we will turn into life-seeking ghosts and kill all of you Dayue..."

Zhou Xiaozhi did not hold up the arrow in his chest, and his death immediately aroused a huge reaction.

The entire Moon Killing Army, whose morale had been gradually declining, suddenly burst out with fearless morale and used all their Qinggong skills to move up the mountain wall.

This includes those with weaker martial arts under Wuchen's protection, as well as Lian Shaofeng, the youngest member of the Moon Killing Army.

"Why did it become like this?"

Wuchen did not move, he only felt an inexplicable emotion emerge from the bottom of his heart.

It hurts a little, feels uncomfortable, as if I can't breathe, as if I've lost something very important.

"The turtle in the jar still wants to escape?"

Hu Yanhan let out a disdainful laugh and said sternly: "Kill me! No one will be spared!"

Swish, brush, brush!

More archers emerged on both sides of the valley.

The arrows in the hands of these people have also changed. The arrows are all tied with flammable materials, and there are people holding torches next to them, responsible for lighting the arrows that are about to be shot.

At the same time, at regular intervals, a strong warrior was holding fire oil and pouring it down.

A lot of kerosene flowed down the mountain wall, causing many soldiers to slip and fall back into the valley.

And more kerosene fell directly on each of the Shayue sergeants.

When the first rocket ignites the kerosene.

The flames quickly rose and spread, covering most of the people in the valley.

After losing many cover, those innate masters also fell back into the valley under the threat of innate marksmen. Many of them were hit by several sharp arrows that could penetrate the stone monument, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

In a short period of time.

Amidst the continuous screams, the snow-white valley was dyed with two completely different colors of red.

The blood redness of the human body is a bright fiery red.

Seeing this scene, Wuchen was stunned for a moment.

Chi yo yo!

The bay-red horse that had been accompanying him for a long time was hit by several arrows and fell to the ground.

"Horse Donor!"

Wuchen shouted loudly, feeling like he had lost something again.

But all I could see was that the bay-red horse's eyes seemed to be nostalgic for him and for this world, and then the eyes gradually lost their luster.

His heart felt even more uncomfortable, and he felt that something was breaking out of him.

"Brother Wuchen..."

A faint voice came from the flames dissipating from the side.

Wuchen's ears twitched slightly, and he quickly found the person who made the sound, waving the long fire stick and flying arrows.

A charred man whose appearance was obscured by the flames.

Although he could no longer see his face clearly, and even his voice was hoarse and unfamiliar, Wuchen knew that this person with a slight breath was Lian Shaofeng, and he was the only one who would call him that.

"I'm sorry...it..."

Lian Shaofeng moved his fingers slightly and made a weak sound from his mouth.

Wuchen was silent, he knew that Lian Shaofeng's "it" was not anyone in the valley, because he had not sorry for them.

The "it" or "she" in Lian Shaofeng's words should refer to the childhood sweetheart with whom he made a marriage contract.

"Why?"

"Why did it become like this?"

Once again, Wuchen questioned his own heart.

It was obvious that everything was fine before; it was obvious that he had made countless great achievements; it was obvious that even if he was deprived of many achievements, he never thought of resisting anything.

But, why did it still become like this?

Wuchen was like a madman, constantly waving the long stick in his hand to protect everyone who might still be alive.

I don't know when.

The rain of arrows stopped.

In this snow-covered valley, the kilometers-long road was covered with blood, blackened bones, and over 10,000 arrows.

Under the almost endless rain of arrows just now, even the innate master was stunned on the spot.

But there is one more person.

There is one person who has not died.

Wuchen was kneeling on the ground covered in blood, with dozens of arrows stuck in his body. He seemed to have lost his strength, but he did not fall down because he held a black stick firmly.

"Why?"

Wuchen lowered his head and muttered to himself with dull eyes.

At this moment, he had very little life left. Logically speaking, he should have died long ago, but he didn't.

Jiang Ren sighed.

In this situation, the only thing he could do was to treat Wuchen's injuries.

But after witnessing each of his former comrades die in front of him, Wuchen not only closed his heart, but also his consciousness and body.

This made Jiang Ren unable to contact him through consciousness, let alone treat him.

Above the valley.

The attendant with keen hearing heard Wuchen's voice and informed Hu Yanhan of those words.

"Why? Why did you end up in this situation?"

Hu Yanhan couldn't help laughing, and said: "For the sake of your ability to live until now, I will tell you with great mercy, because your goals and vision are too small, and you only know a small Xuemen Pass. And my target, Hu Yanhan, is the entire Qian Kingdom!"

"too small?"

Wuchen raised his head, looked at Hu Yanhan, and repeated his words.

"Now that you know it, you can go and die."

Hu Yanhan smiled proudly, and then said to the entourage beside him: "Bring me the bow!"

The attendant quickly handed over a strong bow and a quiver.
To be continued...