After Zhao Yuan untied a bundle of sharp arrows, he stood up, holding a long bow, and stood on the sand dunes, his long hair flying and his clothes making a hunting sound.
At this time, cavalry were rushing from all directions, and the fast-moving torches were dotted in the desert, as if tearing open countless cracks in the night, and flooding in like an overwhelming tide. The scene was extremely magnificent.
Zhaoyuan stands like a mountain, and the "quiet" spreads like ripples, forming an intricate network.
A cavalryman bore the brunt and entered Zhao Yuan's warning range.
"Watch it!"
Zhao Yuan bent his bow and nocked an arrow. When the bowstring was loosened, the arrow feathers flew away from the string and turned into a line and disappeared into the darkness.
"ah……"
Under the sand dunes, there was a heart-rending scream, and then, a heavy sound of falling off the horse's back was heard.
"How is it?" Zhao Yuan looked back at Lan Xin and said proudly.
"It's just a soldier who was shot to death. There's nothing worth bragging about." Looking at Zhao Yuan's flowing sword, Lan Xin was frightened, but she still had a look of ridicule.
"I don't need to brag in front of a woman like you!"
Zhao Yuan laughed loudly, slowly picked up a sharp arrow, bent the bow again and shot out. Then, there was another scream and fall.
This time, Zhao Yuan did not stop and kept bending his bow and shooting arrows.
In just a few dozen breaths, the bundle of arrows had been shot to pieces, and the cavalry around the sand dune were frightened by the elusive sharp arrows. They just circled around the sand dune and never dared to attack again.
dune……
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Seeing Zhao Yuan bending his bow and setting arrows like a machine that knows no fatigue, and someone was killed with every arrow, Lan Xin was shocked beyond measure.
There is no doubt that Lan Xin is an expert in archery, and precisely because she is an expert in archery, she is extremely shocked.
Lan Xin's longbow is a special one. It is tailor-made and needs to be combined with the art of arrows to be used. Ordinary people cannot draw the bow string at all, let alone shoot arrows continuously.
Of course, even if you rely on brute force to shoot an arrow, it is completely different from killing the enemy. After all, pulling the bow string and shooting the target are completely different things.
When the two armies are facing each other, the soldiers are more or less diffuse. The so-called diffuse means that they shoot randomly in one direction without an accurate target. Whether they can hit the enemy depends entirely on the density of sharp arrows to create lethality.
Zhao Yuan, with one man and one bow, actually forced hundreds of cavalry to stop.
Lan Xin stared at Zhao Yuan, who was taking his time, with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.
It was only now that Lan Xin truly felt how terrifying this man was.
Lan Xin saw with her own eyes that Zhao Yuan really learned her Yi Arrow technique just by casually flipping through the Yi Arrow secret book.
In fact, Lan Xin dared to give Zhao Yuan the secret of Yi Jian because she believed that Zhao Yuan could not learn it. But now, Zhao Yuan has learned the essence of Yi Jian. In fact, in terms of calmness, stability and concentration, Zhao Yuan has already surpassed his master.
Better than blue...
"We have to leave. The big man who makes Tribulus Guduo and the national teacher of Nahe Bird are probably coming soon." Zhao Yuan retracted his long bow into the Sumeru Ring, summoned the black-backed long sword, walked to Lan Xin and said
: "Should I hug or carry?"
"Back." A blush appeared on Lan Xin's face. Fortunately, Zhao Yuan could not see her in the darkness.
"Then you have to hold me tight."
Zhao Yuan squatted down and let Lan Xin lie on his back. After giving a reminder, he immediately started running wildly. When the cavalry under the sand dune reacted, Zhao Yuan had already rushed to the front at lightning speed, with that frightening long black back
The sword formed a silvery gust of wind in the air. No matter it was a weapon or a shield, as soon as it collided with the silvery gust of wind, it would immediately fall apart and cause people to fall over.
Some people kept screaming and falling off their horses.
The air is filled with a strong smell of blood...
Under Zhao Yuan's terrifying speed, the two of them quickly escaped from the encirclement and reached another huge sand dune more than ten miles away.
Zhao Yuan called out a bundle of sharp arrows and slowly untied them.
"Why don't you run away?" Lan Xin has not yet awakened from the killing attack just now, with a frightened face. She did not expect that Zhao Yuan's fighting power was so fierce.
"Why should I run away?" Zhao Yuan snorted coldly.
"If we are surrounded by Hu Yansheng and the Imperial Master..."
"Then it depends on whether my sharp arrow agrees or not!"
Zhao Yuan's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Zhao Yuan was tired of being hunted.
From the beginning of the Huayun Sect, Zhao Yuan never stopped and was always being hunted. When he arrived at the Wan Family, he took a short break for a few months, and then fell into the pursuit of the Xiao Family in Huping Mountain.
Zhao Yuan hates being chased. He doesn't like this feeling. After being awakened by Monk Tianxin, he clearly understands that if he just runs away and avoids, his cultivation speed will only stagnate. He needs to risk his life and survive.
He needs to fight to the death, he will make God jealous and make the disaster come.
If you don't make people jealous, you are mediocre.
Heavenly tribulation scares cultivators, but it also makes cultivators look forward to it, because only after experiencing heavenly tribulation, cultivators will be reborn from the ashes like a phoenix, become stronger, and even advance to the immortal world and rank among the immortals.
Now, Zhao Yuan has understood that the natural disaster is actually an opportunity to improve his strength.
Without heavenly tribulation, there is no danger, but similarly, without heavenly tribulation, it means stagnation.
Perhaps, the stagnation of "war" is the same as the disappearance of the catastrophe.
Zhao Yuan has always hated the inexplicable catastrophe, but now, Zhao Yuan is full of eager expectations for the thunder and lightning.
A large bundle of sharp arrows was opened and placed on the sand dune.
In the distance, cavalry were gathering from all directions, and the torches were like stars in the sky, extremely vast.
Lan Xin felt Zhao Yuan's fighting spirit, and she felt an inexplicable urge to charge into the battle, staining the sand with blood and wrapping his body in horse leather.
This man has an indescribable heroic spirit.
The charge of the cavalry began, and besides the charge, the cavalry would use horn bows and cavalry to cover. Unfortunately, the sand dunes were too high, and those bows and arrows often fell on the yellow sand halfway.
Zhao Yuan shot again.
As the sharp arrows were placed on the bowstrings and shot out, the cavalry attack was contained again, and hundreds of cavalrymen hesitated under the sand dunes.
Zhao Yuan's arrows are like the sickle of death, constantly harvesting life.
On the battlefield, soldiers are not afraid of fierce battles. What they are most afraid of is not being able to see the enemy. But now, the sharp arrows that are fired without fail are unable to see the enemy. This is a kind of shock and a psychological blow.
The bravery of the soldiers has no effect at this time, and their bravery without fear of death is just a joke.
No one wants to die in vain...
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This kind of game is played constantly in the desert.
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