The bow string in Hu Fan's hand had been stretched out, and a long arrow was placed on the string. He stared at Liu Yu and murmured: "Liu Yu, you are damn dead this time!"
Suddenly, his expression changed, and a strong sound of piercing the air roared from the side, accompanied by the violent tearing of the air. As a shooter, he was most familiar with this. It was the arrow when it entered the end.
Attack, and the target is his right temple.
Between killing Liu Yu and saving his own life, Hu Fan almost instinctively made a choice. He rolled on the spot and dodged the fatal blow. The one that was originally intended to shoot at Liu Yu
The arrow, at the moment when he fell to his side, turned around and shot back in the direction of the incoming arrow. As the top archery god in the world, Hu Fan had already practiced this kind of attack when being attacked by an arrow.
The ability to dodge and retaliate at the same time, Xiao Yang Youji's reputation is not in vain.
Seventy steps away, a vigorous figure also jumped to the right. Hu Fan's meteor arrow missed his side, flew about ten steps, and hit a man who was standing there.
The soldier behind him, who was holding his bow and arrow, screamed in agony, and his strength was released. The arrow did not even go a few steps before it fell softly to the ground.
And with the lightning and flint arrows intersecting, Hu Fan could clearly see the person who attacked him. Wasn't it Tan Pingzhi, who had a yellow scarf on his head, wore light leather armor, and had a figure as strong as a rabbit?
Suddenly, Hu Fan's heart was full of competitiveness, because he saw Tan Pingzhi's eyes looking at him, filled with a trace of ridicule, and even at the moment he jumped away, his left hand was still drawing an arrow.
Before, I opened my middle and index fingers towards myself, making a scissor-like gesture, and made a two-character sign. What does that mean? Does it mean that I am a second-rate person? Or does it mean that because of others, I, Hu Fan, will always be the number one in the world?
Second archer?
Hu Fan's unknown fire ignited, and he and Tan Ping almost jumped up from the ground like a carp at the same time. Just like this, they were separated by seventy or eighty steps and began to use various cover to release arrows.
Come, the companions around the two people, especially the companions holding shields, have become the best chess pieces. For a while, the two archery gods each used their magical skills. The sound of bow strings vibrating and piercing the sky was endless, but they gradually left.
He broke away from his group of archers and ran toward waist-high grass on both sides. After all, no matter how hard he found living people to cover him, the only ones who would be killed or injured would be his companions.
Liu Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and took advantage of Tan Pingzhi to help him lure away Hu Fan. This deadly killer temporarily let him go. He gritted his teeth and swung the dragon-slaying knife downwards, and two of them penetrated him.
The bow and arrow on his leg, and the arrow sticking out from the other side, were cut off by him. Then he gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled out the arrow branch. A feeling of pain that penetrated his heart and lungs made this iron-clad man groan.
There was a sound, and two streams of blood arrows shot out from his big and small legs.
Liu Yu looked at Xiang Jing, who was lying down about five steps behind. With a look, the uninjured iron bull understood, jumped up from the ground, and shouted: "Form a small formation, greet us."
enemy!"
All the Beifu sergeants who were still able to move on the ground jumped up and formed a small team of three to five people. One of them was facing the one on the right, without looking ahead, waving the weapons in his hands, blocking and still coming here.
The incoming arrows were met by a man holding a long weapon, and he launched a countercharge towards the enemy troops that were coming like a tide.
Xiang Jing took Tan Shao and two other sergeants and ran to Liu Yu's side. Tan Shao's wheel knife danced out a snowflake, blocking Liu Yu's arrow on the right side, while Xiang Jing opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly.
Said: "Send slave, does it matter? Do you want to retreat?"
Liu Yu gritted his teeth, fell to the ground, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, and crushed it directly in his hand. The sharp porcelain pieces cut his hand in several places, and he was bleeding.
It was all over my hands. I don't know whether it was the blood on my legs just now or the blood coming out of my palms this time. The green Liujinnu grass was mixed with the yellow Marching Hemostasis Powder to form a yellow and green paste.
The cut on his hand that was cut by these porcelain pieces was glued, and a hard scab formed almost instantly, and the blood stopped coming out.
Xiang Jing was dumbfounded and touched his head: "Damn, what kind of magic pill is this? Brother Jinu, can you share it with me next time?"
Tan Shao was wielding his knife to block the arrow, and said loudly: "You stupid cow, this is the one who applied Jiba to Ah Shou back then. Have you forgotten?"
Xiang Jing slapped his thigh suddenly and laughed: "So this is it. It's very precious. I don't want it anymore. Brother Jinu, please wipe your legs quickly."
Liu Yu smiled and applied ointment to his two leg wounds, and said with a smile: "Do you even need to say this?"
After Liu Yu applied the medicinal mud, it only took about half a minute for his two blood holes, which were shocking and bleeding just now, to be completely healed. About thirty steps in front, people could still fight.
By the time 200 Beifu sergeants were formed into teams of three and five, they were already fighting against the large swarm of Chu troops.
Fortunately, most of these Chu troops mainly engaged in close combat and did not form strict formations. They used long spears and large shields to press the enemy. Fighting, each small group of Beifu Army soldiers was often beaten.
Dozens of Chu soldiers formed a circle and took turns to attack. However, due to their superb fighting skills and superb coordination, even when facing an opponent that was ten times more powerful, they could advance and retreat naturally without any rotation.
Stop, after about a quarter of an hour of fighting, not a few soldiers from the Beifu Army fell down. Instead, the sergeants from the Chu Army surrounding them came forward to fight and were knocked down and killed, but no less than fifty or sixty of them were killed.
The archers on the other side basically gave up the attack on Liu Yu's infantry and turned to shoot at Tan Pingzhi's Divine Arrow Commando. Although the generals on both sides were no longer here, these were the results of hundreds of battles.
The elite archers of the army do not need any formation at all. They rely on various covers on the battlefield, whether it is grass, mud pits, big rocks, or even dead bodies on the ground, which have become their best bunkers.
I saw hundreds of lightly-armed archers, running, jumping, and lying on the ground, taking every opportunity to fire deadly arrows at the opposite side. Some people kept screaming and fell down after being hit by arrows.
However, as he kept shooting like this, he went further and further away, heading towards the patch of grass where Tan Pingzhi and Hu Fan were running towards.
Huangfu Fu's expression was calm. He looked at the battle ahead. More than a thousand Chu army soldiers formed more than thirty groups of Beifu army's heavy-armed combat teams into small circles. They stepped forward to fight, but they were unable to do so.
Break up these Beifu troops fighting in groups.
This chapter has been completed!