The arrow was on the string, already aimed at Mo Jingxiao, waiting for King Iya's order.
And as soon as she said "shoot the arrow", the dozens of soldiers who were pulling the bowstring with all their strength suddenly let go of their hands.
Suddenly, the branches and leaves trembled, and the wind blew suddenly.
The arm-thick arrow feathers cut through the sky with a whoosh, like a dragon emerging from the water, roaring towards Mo Jingxiao!
"No!"
The Shadow Guards, who broke through numerous obstacles from all directions and reached the central area, saw such a scene as soon as they arrived. Their eyes were splitting and veins popped out. They wished they had wings and flew over to endure this suffering for their master.
But where is the time?
It can be seen that Mo Jingxiao, who was in the center of the most dangerous storm, was not in a hurry or in a hurry. He only changed the knife held in one hand to held in both hands. The handle of the knife turned, a silver light flashed, and the slightly raised phoenix
With a sharp look in his eyes, he just watched helplessly as the arrow flew towards him.
"What a pity..." King Iya stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head and sighed. After all, he was a great hero, and it was indeed a bit aggrieved to die like this.
However, before he finished speaking, he saw that the wind blowing around him suddenly became chaotic, and then suddenly became still.
There seems to be no difference, but it seems that there is something different.
"What...what's wrong?" She brushed back her messed up hair, turned around and asked the guards around her.
"King...below..."
The guard opened his mouth nonchalantly and pointed in the direction of Mo Jingxiao.
King Eya looked there again. There was no corpse pierced by giant arrows as he imagined. On the contrary, in front of the man who stood there without taking a step back, there were thousands of small arrows stuck in the land, like a hedgehog.
He still held the handle of the knife with both hands, as if he had never moved at all.
The Shadow Guards' eyes widened, and the eighteen warriors of the Mugel tribe were already dumbfounded.
Their attention has been on Mo Jingxiao, so they can see it too clearly!
That knife, that extremely fast knife, between raising and lowering the knife, only a few flashes of silver light were seen, and the giant arrow was split into two halves.
And there was a mechanism in the giant arrow, which contained thousands of short arrows. The moment the giant arrow split open, those short arrows flew in pieces like rain!
He was not in a hurry, and with a flick of the wind in his palm, a cold wind hit those short arrows, causing them to change their direction in an instant, and they all fell to the ground!
And all of this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that many people only saw a glimpse, and many people didn't even know what happened.
"Strong...too strong..."
A warrior from the Mugel tribe couldn't help but retreat while muttering, but the strong wave of energy in the air still made his legs and feet weak.
King Iya swallowed, and then seemed to think of something. He opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Escort! Hurry, escort!"
Unfortunately, she only had the time to open her mouth, and the black shadow had already floated over, and the silver blade touched her neck.
Mo Jingxiao looked coldly at the woman under his sword and said ruthlessly: "King Eya, withdraw your troops."
When King Iya heard this, he calmed down immediately. Regardless of the knife on his neck, he tilted his head and looked at Mo Jingxiao with a smile: "What's the fun in retreating? If you want to get out of Xizhou safely, the best way is
They held me hostage all the way, so they didn't dare to do anything to you."
Several shadow guards had quickly arrived at Mo Jingxiao's side. They frowned when they heard these words: "Witch, what are you playing again?"
"My life is already in your hands, how dare you play any tricks." King Iya spread his hands with an innocent look and said, "I just suddenly remembered that I seemed to have given an order, saying who should capture Nanjing first after I die?"
Whoever is from Yemingzhou, Wantong, or Chengji is qualified to succeed the throne."
Witch!
If she said this, in order to avoid the fall of the western part of Daye, she would not be able to help her for the time being?
"Besides, I seem to have said that if I hadn't died, anyone who wanted to marry me would have to use the three Nanye territories as a betrothal gift. Now my Mugher army should have several teams ready.
Sharpen your sword and head south."
Damn it, all the shadow guards immediately became angry when they heard this.
She had made a good calculation. No matter what, this war was inevitable! For a little girl, she had a big appetite!
King Iya held her chin with her hands, ignoring the anger of everyone, as if she had expected that Mo Jingxiao would not be able to do anything to her, and she even said to him regretfully: "Look, how wonderful it would be for you to be my wife, I just
I will make an exception for you, and I will not allow you to receive any betrothal gift."
"Save your words for others to say." Mo Jingxiao retorted without giving any face, and reached out to directly tap King Iya's acupuncture point.
The eighteen warriors wanted to step forward to save people, but at this time, the shadow guards had already surrounded Mo Jingxiao, and no one could get close.
Mo Jingxiao looked around at the soldiers around him, and his cold voice spread out layer by layer: "Leave camp immediately and return to the original base!"
Everyone looked at him in disbelief, unmoved.
Mo Jingxiao pushed Iya out, untied her mute point, and said in her ear: "Retreat!"
"You hurt me!" Iya frowned, then snorted and laughed, "If you want to retreat, please beg me!"
"If you don't retreat, I won't kill you. I will use a branding iron to brand the word 'ugly' on your face, then shave your hair and parade you through the streets in front of your people..."
"Back off, back off! I'll tell them to back off!" Iya interrupted Mo Jingxiao impatiently, "How did the majestic King Ding learn such dirty tricks?"
Mo Jingxiao snorted: "A soldier never tires of deceit."
As he spoke, he raised the knife on top of Iya's head.
Then Iya gritted her teeth and paused, but still compromised and said: "Retreat!"
After finishing speaking, she looked at the eighteen warriors and shouted again: "When you go back, you will listen to the national master!"
Mo Jingxiao quickly sealed her acupuncture points to prevent her from talking nonsense.
With King Eya in hand, Murong Xuan and Azuna began to command the 10,000 Xichang troops to move out all the old, weak, women and children of Lin Xi Kingdom.
This Lin Xi country has weakened. If you stay here any longer, you will only become a target of aggression by others. Finding a new place to live is crucial.
But so many people were moving so slowly? Mo Jingxiao thought about Sheng Jing, and for the first time, his heart burned with anxiety.
"Prince Ding, are you so worried about your little princess? You are making me jealous. I really want to see what kind of woman it is that makes you and Qi Yunqian so fascinated."
As soon as Iya was able to unlock the acupuncture points, she started to speak. Mo Jingxiao flicked her two fingers and pinned her down again.