Zhou Sen knew that the opportunity was not to be missed and that it would never come back. He took a wrong step and raised his sword. He followed Shi Dan's lead and struck the middle-aged man in cloth clothes with his sword.
After the middle-aged man in civilian clothes exclaimed, he waved his long sleeves, and the yellow sand on the ground actually rolled into the air, forming a huge and thick yellow shield. From a distance, it looked majestic and majestic.
Jump!
Zhou Sen's "speed" realm has reached its peak state. He shot high into the sky like a sharp arrow from a string, and actually crossed the giant shield of yellow sand.
Zhou Sen found that the height he jumped was even higher than last time.
If it were before, Zhou Sen would definitely not be able to jump over this giant shield of yellow sand. It seems that the realm of "speed" has improved a lot.
As early as a long time ago, Zhou Sen discovered that whether it was "posture" or "quietness", or "speed" or "war", there was no limit for cultivation. It seemed that even after breaking through these realms, as long as you practice repeatedly, you would be able to achieve your goals.
There can be endless improvement.
If we practice at this current speed, I wonder what kind of terrifying level "speed" will eventually reach?
Can people like those mentioned by Mingxian Mingkong be able to chase the sun with their bodies? In the past, Zhou Sen would have scoffed at this argument that violated force, but after coming into contact with gods such as the God of Death, Nuwa,
, he has gradually believed in these legends. After all, Kuafu once chased the sun. Although he did not catch up, at least there is such a legend.
At this time, Zhou Sen had no time to think about it, he had to escape for his life.
Stepping on the edge of the giant shield condensed with yellow sand, Zhou Sen used the strength to jump again. Zhou Sen's figure bounced high, and a muffled sound of "Puff" came from behind. Countless cracks appeared on the giant shield, and the cracks spread rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, this giant shield with a diameter of dozens of feet fell apart, collapsed, and turned into powder.
Seeing the giant shield of yellow sand falling apart behind him, Zhou Sen had a look of disbelief on his face. He didn't think he had that powerful power, but he just used some force to make the giant shield collapse and explode.
"Zhou Sen, run away..." Shi Danling's dying voice sounded in Zhou Sen's mind.
Zhou Sen suddenly understood that the giant shield condensed with yellow sand was destroyed by Shi Dan.
Without any time to think, Zhou Sen, who was in the air, rushed towards Zhilan, which was several miles away. Behind him, countless giant shields of yellow sand stood up out of thin air, just like countless tall and thick shields suddenly erected in the desert.
The city wall is extremely spectacular.
It's a pity that after those giant shields were defeated by Shi Dan at first, the ones behind them were a step too slow and allowed Zhou Sen to escape.
"We escaped."
Seeing the giant shield of yellow sand getting further and further away, Zhou Sen, who was frightened, let out a long sigh of relief.
"Zhou Sen, the monk was seriously injured and needs to recuperate for a period of time. You have to rely on yourself to survive. I want undead souls. The more souls of death, the better..."
Shi Danling's voice became weaker and weaker, and then disappeared.
Zhou Sen and Zhi Lan rushed out of the encirclement.
In the dark, countless cavalrymen were galloping in the desert. Zhou Sen, holding Zhilan in his arms, landed on the top of a sand dune several miles away, watching from a distance the winding torches in the huge sky.
Walking between the sand dunes.
From the position of the sand dunes, it can be clearly seen that the cavalry holding torches seem to have a very clear target and are surrounding them from all directions.
There was no panic in Zhilan's eyes, her expression was still noble, but with a hint of coldness. Crystal tears were shed in her stubborn blue eyes, and her face showed endless sadness and loss.
"Who are you, Wanyan Honglie?" Zhou Sen asked slowly.
"My brother."
"At least, he is still alive."
"Is he alive?" Zhilan's eyes lit up with hope.
"Yes, that ambush circle is not aimed at you and me, but at Wanyan Honglie."
"Yes, I am not qualified to let Hu Yansheng take action, let alone the Grand Master."
"That middle-aged man in commoner clothes is the Grand Master?"
"Yes."
"sharp."
"You are even more powerful. You actually escaped from Hu Yansheng and the Grand Master... But we haven't escaped yet." Zhi Lan glanced at the approaching fire.
"No one can catch up with me." Zhou Sen looked confident.
"No one can escape from Master Feng's pursuit in the desert." Zhi Lan shook her head.
"Why?" Zhou Sen was stunned.
"You won't understand. He is one of the four great masters of our Xiongnu tribe. He is the darling of the desert and can call upon the power of the desert god."
"Can he fly?" Zhou Sen frowned, thinking of the majestic sand shield.
"cannot."
"Then why did he catch me?"
"He can know the direction in which you are escaping, and he can mobilize all the troops and masters in the desert to pursue and intercept you. Your speed is of no use to him."
"Haha, as long as he can't fly in the air, what can he do if he finds me!" Zhou Sen strode forward and stood on the top of the sand dune, with his long sword stationed, looking down at the cavalry who were getting closer and closer, with great pride.
"The skills are the same as those of strong men. They cannot fly in the air, unless they reach the level of Master Ye Rong." Zhilan looked at the majestic Zhou Sen on the sand dunes, and felt suddenly enlightened.
"Okay, if that's the case, let's each run for our lives." Zhou Sen put away his long knife and said to Zhi Lan.
"Escape! Where can I escape?" Zhi Lan sighed, her clear eyes no longer had the arrogance of the past, but a touch of loss and sadness.
"Hey, God is not wise. I, Zhou Sen, am a notorious gangster, not a bullshit hero. Why do you always have to let me encounter things like heroes saving beauties?" Zhou Sen said with a tangled look on his face.
: "Why do you have to look so pitiful and make me feel uneasy?"
"Let's go. You can save me for a while, but you can't save me forever. This is my home!" There was a hint of determination in Zhilan's voice.
"I really can't find a reason to save you... How about you become my concubine and I can justifiably save you?" Zhou Sen suddenly said with great interest.
"Fart!" Zhilan, who was originally feeling sad and lost because of the huge changes in her family, could no longer hold back and cursed loudly.
"Bah, I am reluctant to take you as my concubine because of your pity. Otherwise, I will fall in love with your hairy legs!" Zhou Sen sneered.
"You...you...you..."
Zhilan was so angry that she was shaking all over, pointing at Zhou Sen and speechless.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, this young master is very kind-hearted and has already planned to save you. Seeing that you are depressed, I am just teasing you."
"..."
"Get ready to fight!" Zhou Sen tied the long knife to his back and summoned the long bow and a bundle of arrow feathers in the Qiankun Ring. At this time, Zhou Sen could not care less about exposing the secret of the Qiankun Ring.
"You...you...you have the Qiankun Ring? Are you a superpower?" Zhilan was shocked when she saw Zhou Sen summoning the heart out of thin air. She had always thought that Zhou Sen was just an ordinary person.
"Haha, I don't know if I am a superpower."
"Are you going to shoot them with arrows?"
"Yes."
"If I am not injured, and your speed cooperates with my archery skills, it will not be difficult to escape." Zhi Lan showed a trace of regret on her face.
"You have forgotten that I have already learned the art of shooting arrows from you." Zhou Sen laughed.
"You!" Zhilan's face showed endless contempt.
"You don't believe it?" An uninhibited smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Sen's mouth.
"I am a daughter, so I am not suitable for practicing tyrannical martial arts. My master specially customized the Yijian method for me based on my physique. I have practiced hard since I was a child, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. Each one
The details are all refined, and it took more than ten years to achieve some success. You just took a look at the arrow manual, and you have not learned the true essence of the art of Yi Jian. You actually dare to speak arrogantly and learn the art of Yi Jian. You are really ignorant.
Fearless.”
"Haha, such an ignorant person is fearless. Today I will show you that your so-called arrow skills are nothing more than trivial skills in my eyes!"
After Zhou Sen 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.
Zhou Sen stands like a mountain, and the "quiet" spreads like ripples, forming an intricate network.
A cavalryman bore the brunt and entered Zhou Sen's warning range.
"Watch it!"
Zhou Sen bent his bow and set an arrow, then loosened the bowstring, and the arrow feathers flew away from the string, turning into a line and disappearing 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's it going?" Zhou Sen looked back at Zhilan and said proudly.
"Just shooting a soldier to death, there's nothing worth bragging about." Looking at Zhou Sen's flowing sword, Zhilan was frightened, but she still had a mocking look.
"I don't need to brag in front of a woman like you!"
Zhou Sen laughed loudly, slowly picked up a sharp arrow, bent the bow again and shot out. Then, there was another scream and fall.
This time, Zhou Sen 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……
…
Seeing Zhou Sen bending his bow and setting an arrow like a tireless machine, killing someone with every arrow, Zhi Lan was extremely shocked.
There is no doubt that Zhilan is an expert in archery, and precisely because she is an expert in archery, she is extremely shocked.
Zhilan's longbow is a special one, tailor-made and needs to be combined with the art of shooting arrows before it can 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 diffusion 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.
Zhou Sen, with one man and one bow, actually forced hundreds of cavalry to stop.
Zhilan stared at Zhou Sen, who was taking his time, with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.
It was only now that Zhi Lan truly felt how terrifying this man was.
Zhi Lan saw with her own eyes that Zhou Sen really learned her Yi Arrow technique just by casually flipping through the Yi Arrow secret book.
In fact, Zhi Lan dared to give Zhou Sen the Yi Jian secret book because she believed that Zhou Sen could not learn it. But now, Zhou Sen has learned the essence of the Yi Jian technique, and even, in terms of calmness, stability and concentration, Zhou Sen has already surpassed the others.
Better than blue...
"We have to leave. The big man who makes Tribulus Guduo and the grand master of Heniao will probably arrive soon." Zhou Sen retracted his long bow into the Qiankun Ring, summoned the thick-backed long sword, walked to Zhilan and said, "Yes
Hug or carry?"
"Back." A blush appeared on Zhilan's face. Fortunately, Zhou Sen couldn't see it in the darkness.
"Then you have to hold me tight."
Zhou Sen squatted down and let Zhi Lan lie on his back. After reminding him, he immediately started running wildly. When the cavalry under the sand dune reacted, Zhou Sen had already rushed to the front at lightning speed, with that frightening thick back and long legs.
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 Zhou Sen's terrifying speed, the two of them quickly escaped from the encirclement and reached another huge sand dune more than ten miles away.
Zhou Sen called out a bundle of sharp arrows and slowly untied them.
"Why don't you run away?" Zhilan has not yet awakened from the killing just now, with a frightened look on her face. She didn't expect
