His face, as dry as tree bark, could not help but twist twice, looking extremely ferocious.
His deeply sunken eyes shone with a hint of disbelief.
"The other person is not Liu Ruofeng, the god of arrows, but a young man. Are you sure?"
Rosen stared intently at the soldier who reported the news.
As one of the ten elders of the Blood Cloud Sect, he has traveled across the ice fields and the northern border for nearly a hundred years and has never heard of such a thing.
After the arrow god Liu Ruofeng retired, the most powerful archer in Dayu's country could not kill thirteen flying Mao Zhans in one go.
"Sir Rosen, I saw with my own eyes that the other party is indeed a young man, wielding a silver moon bow."
The informing soldier said with a serious face.
"Silver Moon Bow?"
Hearing this, several Snow Country generals frowned.
"This Silver Moon Bow is the magic weapon of the young city lord of Tianqian City. This man claims to be a disciple of the God of Arrow, could it be him?"
According to the description of the notified soldiers, it seems that it can only be Dai Yuze.
"Disciple of the Arrow God? He was able to kill thirteen flying Mao Zhans in one go. He is truly a master of martial arts."
Rosen's face was gloomy, unable to accept this result.
The cultivation of each Feitian Mao Zong requires a lot of effort.
With the resources of the Blood Cloud Sect, it is only possible to cultivate a batch of Feitian Maozong every ten years, only forty or fifty.
In this short period of time, thirteen heads were killed, which is indeed heartbreaking.
"Damn, it's really unlucky. I didn't expect to encounter such a tough situation..."
Just then, a burly man broke into the barracks.
He had a machete on his waist, a helmet in his arms, and sat down on the chair, furious.
As the commander-in-chief of the Snow Country, Hu Yanlie had rarely been so frustrated.
In the past thirty years, the Snow Country cavalry under his rule have been constantly fighting against Han Changjun's Northern Border Army, and they have never been in such a mess as they are today.
"I'm not convinced!"
Hu Yanlie was so angry that he smashed his helmet on the ground.
"General Hu Yan, there is no need to be angry. After two days, I will mobilize another group of Feitian Mao Zhan."
Rosen comforted the other party.
"It's useless. I killed thirteen Feitian Mao Zong alone. No matter how many more I use, I will die."
Hu Yanlie was angry and spoke uncontrollably.
Normally, he would not have dared to be so rude to Rosen.
Rosen wasn't angry at all, he was obviously aware of Hu Yanlie's bad temper.
"Archer master, it's not like I don't have one in the Xueyun Sect. If it doesn't work, I'll personally go ask Mr. Yan to come out."
As soon as these words came out, both Hu Yanlie and the rest of the Snow Country soldiers' expressions changed drastically.
"Yan Lao is known as the 'Icefield Arrow Demon'. He started to retreat a hundred years ago and has stopped caring about world affairs. Will he come out of the mountain?"
Hu Yanlie looked expectant.
Yan Qingyun, the number one archer in the ice field, is known as the Arrow Demon, and his archery skills are not inferior to Liu Ruofeng's.
Two hundred years ago, during the battle between Xueyun Sect and Fulong Sect, these two top archery masters had a confrontation.
It can be called the "battle between gods and demons" in the archery world.
In the end, both men were injured and retired from the world.
The difference is that after Yan Qingyun rested for a hundred years, he entered a state of seclusion in order to understand a higher realm of archery.
Although Liu Ruofeng retired from the world, he did not continue to practice archery and was in a state of retirement.
After retiring, he also recruited several talented disciples, hoping to pass on his archery skills.
For example, Dai Yuze was the last disciple he accepted.
Liu Ruofeng probably also knew that his potential was exhausted and there would be no more breakthroughs.
Therefore, he placed his hope on his descendants.
In comparison, Yan Qingyun's obsession is deeper, and his obsession with archery has truly reached the level of obsession.
"In order to understand the supreme art of archery, Mr. Yan has endured a lot of hardships over the past hundred years. Even if Liu Ruofeng comes, he will definitely not be his opponent."
Rosen stroked his beard with a proud smile on his face.
"If Mr. Yan is willing to come out of the mountain, then those bullshit disciples of the God of Archery are not even qualified to carry his shoes."
"With Mr. Yan escorting me, Feitian Mao Zhan won't have any worries."
All the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.
"Elder Luo, are you confident that Mr. Yan will come out of the mountain?"
Hu Yanlie got to the point when he asked.
"Yan Lao is about to be released from seclusion. His lifelong wish is to seek revenge on Liu Ruofeng. If Liu Ruofeng's disciples show off their power here, what do you think he will think?"
Rosen chuckled.
"Mr. Yan is famous for his bad temper. He will never be able to bear this."
Hu Yanlie nodded, seeming to see some hope.
"The title of Arrow Demon is not for nothing. Anyone who dares to show off his archery skills in front of him will be punished by death."
Rosen also knew Yan Qingyun very well.
"Give me seven days. I will go back to Xueyunmen now and invite Mr. Yan to come out. After seven days, I promise to invite Mr. Yan to you."
Rosen said confidently.
"Then I'll be waiting for your good news!"
Rosen was extremely excited.
With Yan Qingyun, the Arrow Demon, taking charge, it would be a piece of cake to conquer Tianqian City.
"Pass me the military talisman and mobilize an army of 200,000 cavalry. In seven days, I will bloodbath Tianqian City!"
Hu Yanlie's fighting spirit was high and he was ready for a general attack.
…
The night is getting darker.
The giant beast-like Tianqian City also fell into a brief silence.
On the sentry tower, the formation light fluctuated.
The soldiers and disciples on duty did not dare to relax for a moment.
As for the atmosphere in the city, it is much more relaxed.
Because Feitian Mao Zhan was completely wiped out, Hu Yanlie hurriedly withdrew his troops, allowing Tianqian City to win a hearty victory.
Since the beginning of the war, Tianqian City has been passive, and it has never been as happy as it is today.
In the evening, the city lord specially hosted a banquet.
On the one hand, it is to boost morale and motivate the soldiers.
On the other hand, it is also for the people of Fulong Sect to cleanse themselves from the dust.
The banquet will be held in the city lord's palace, and some important figures will also be invited to the party.
When the big guys get together, they can discuss the next countermeasures.
Qin Mo, Nangong Ying, and Nangong Li also came to the city lord's mansion as promised and sat down at the table.
At the next table were Xuanyuan Yi, Long Qianyu and their group.
Those outside are Su Zhe, Han Xiao and others.
On the next level, there are the generals of Tianqian City.
Their status in the secular world is not low.
But compared to the disciples of Fulong Sect, they are naturally a head shorter.
However, there are those with higher status, namely some high-ranking officials sent from the royal city.
Qin Mo was not interested in understanding and started drinking by himself.
The crowd outside began to whisper and discuss the battle situation during the day.
"Once Feitian Mao is dead, the Blood Cloud Sect won't be that powerful anymore."
"The Silver Moon Bow is simply the nemesis of Feitian Mao Zheng!"
"If you ask me, our young city lord is still more powerful. With a silver moon bow, he directly wiped out the opponent, haha..."
"No, our young city lord is a disciple of the God of Arrow. They are just a bunch of flying beasts. How can they be the young city lord's opponent?"
Hearing this, Nangong Li and Nangong Ying almost burst into tears.
The person who killed Feitian Mao Zhan was clearly Qin Mo, so why is he now the young city lord?