"Kill those two men and catch that woman skin and heart-wrenching!" The hungry robbers found that they had been smashed into the soup pot and became more and more angry. They shouted and pulled the team into a horizontal row, and while suppressing it with feather arrows, they quickly approached Ning Ziming and others.

"Shake the eyes of that leader, shake the eyes of that leader! Sister Han, let's shoot him together! After shooting him to death, the enemy lost his backbone!" Ning Ziming squatted over and avoided a round of shooting, shouting and asking for cooperation.

Guo Ren, who had no bows and arrows in his hand, was overjoyed when he heard this. He decisively used the bronze mirror as a weapon, constantly adjusting the angle to find the target's eyes. The strange woman Han Jing simply pulled out three feather arrows, one on the bowstring, and the other two were sandwiched between the gaps in his fingers, and nodded slowly.

The light spots as big as fists moved left and right on the hillside, adjusting up and down, inch by inch by inch. Finally, before the Khitans launched the third round of volleys, they found the target. The sunlight at noon quickly turned into a bolt of lightning, hitting the bone of the Khitan general's nose, swaying half of the eyes on the left and right, blurring the world in front of him.

"Swoosh--!" Ning Ziming jumped up and shot an arrow, hitting the man's knee. "Ah---!" The Khitan general staggered in pain and half knelt on the ground. "Swoosh----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh, swosh, swosh--" It is very regrettable that the Khitan robbers did not lose their backbone as Ning Ziming judged. They once again smashed the feather arrows like hail, hiding the three of them around, smashing the smoke and dust and earth chips flying around. However, after all, they were shooting upward from bottom to top, and there were many thorns that had just turned green in the middle. The feather arrows emitted were either touched by the flexible thorn branches or hit Tu Kela on the ground, and they could not get what they wanted.

"Juliasa, too, is also the same as the one who is Yami!" Just as he was so anxious that he was burning, a series of clear Khitan words suddenly came from the river beach. Each word is worth a thousand gold.

"Asia secret, sleepy, Yidu!" A woman who looked at her older age took over the command of the team. She bent down and pulled up a cluster of thorns to block her chest, and stepped straight to Han Jing's hiding place.

"Asiami, sleepy, Yidu!" The other Khitan robbers threw down their bows without hesitation, and learned from the woman's appearance to pull up thorns as shields, and accelerated toward the two locations of Ning Ziming and Guo Ren.

"Damn it! Someone gives them a suggestion. Go away!" Han Jing's face turned pale with anger. He stood up and shot a feather arrow, turned around and ran away.

"Go, go to the broken wall, go to the broken wall!" Ning Ziming also dropped the corner bow hatefully, picked up an iron whip from the ground, protected himself and Han Jing, and fled to the broken wall with his body sideways.

He had always thought that the general translator was of the same clan and could not bear to shoot arrows to harm him. Unexpectedly, after the other party found a place to hide, he immediately helped the Khitan robbers to provide advice.

"That guy is a hunting dog raised by the Khitans! I should have taken care of him just now!" Scout Guo Ren pulled out a large ball of thorns at his roots, carrying it behind his back like a broom, running and turning back.

The greatest skill of being a scout is to be a bright and meticulous person, and he can get the first and second. Today, he undoubtedly overturned the ship in the gutter. If the first mirror light shone, it would not be the Khitan general, but the general translator. Perhaps the three of them could still deal with the robbers who were ten times more than their own for four or five rounds with their bows and arrows. In that case, before Chai Rong could take action, most of the Khitans would have their arms sore and weak because of continuous bows and arrows. In this battle, they would almost have no blood.

"Don't worry, his head is yours sooner or later!" Ning Ziming finally understood the reason why the Khitans suddenly changed their tactics. He gritted his teeth and responded loudly. "Run quickly, follow Miss Han toward the Broken Wall, I'll come to the palace behind!"

"Fuck, you are still sucking when I kill someone!" Guo Ren immediately turned red, turned around suddenly, and pulled out the sword from his waist.

Since entering the territory of Liao, they no longer dared to carry standard horizontal swords with them. They could only refer to the dress of other vendors and use half a foot long and wide slap to defend themselves. This kind of knife that can only be used to decompose prey is very disadvantageous for weapons, and it has no deterrence to the Khitan warriors who have already chased them in front of them. The latter was just a little stunned and rushed forward with a crazy smile. The straight knife and iron mace in his hand made two dazzling arcs in the air.

"Dang!" Ning Ziming raised the steel whip in time and stopped the iron mace in mid-air. The scout Guo Ren leaned his body and rushed forward, swinging the thorn bush behind him with his left hand towards the eyes of the Khitans holding the sword.

The slender and flexible thorn strips spread out in the air like the beard of King Yama, bringing out countless light green afterimages. The Khitans holding the knife were caught off guard and covered their eyes and retreated in panic. Guo Ren's body happened to plunge into his arms, and untied the knife and cut it hard-

"Puff!" Red light rushed up, and the heat evaporated. The robber's belly was peeled off at the sternum, and his intestines and stomach fell out of his body for more than three feet.

"Dang!" The straight knife fell to the ground, his body fell soft, but the robber who was broken by his intestines and broke his stomach did not die immediately. He grabbed his internal organs in panic and filled them desperately into his abdomen. The sarcastic sound in his mouth was heart-wrenching, "Ah——, ah———”

Scout Guo Ren turned a deaf ear to his screams, raised the bloody blade and chopped the calves of the iron mace. The latter was very strong and was pushing down with an iron mace with an iron mace. Where could he dodge? He felt a little cold under his knees, and half of his calf completely lost the sensation. The whole person was tilted horizontally, and the iron mace rubbed against the steel whip and showed a string of shrill sparks.

"Let's go!" Scout Guo Ren didn't even look at it, and snatched the iron mace from the Khitans with their calves, and ran away again with Ning Ziming.

Four or five Khitan robbers who had just rushed over followed the two of them, chasing them reluctantly.

They are not only good at riding horses, but also walking like flying on the mountain road. They have been killing and robbing people at the junction of Yanran Mountains and grasslands for many years, so that the legs and feet of each tribal warrior have already adapted to the surrounding terrain. Three jumps and two jumps have shortened the distance between the enemy and us. The long spear, straight sword, big sword, and iron mace in their hands aim at the back of Ning Ziming and Guo Ren.

"Swoosh swish swish swish-!" Three eagle feathers flew over at a very close distance, two were knocked down by iron maces and big swords, and the other one shot into the arm of the gunman.

The raiders were startled and slowed down slightly. Ning Ziming whipped Leng Zi back and smashed the straight knife with his master. He then jumped out of the slanting steps to escape from the range of the pursuers' attack.

Guo Ren threw the knife out and slashed a raider's shoulder. The raider screamed loudly, and the plasma on his shoulder was like a fountain, directly sprinkling Han Jing's head and face. Han Jing, who could not pull the arrow again, decisively dropped the corner bow and pulled out a short sword from his waist. The green blue sword edge suddenly drew half a circle beside him, cutting the arm of another raider into two pieces.

All three of them were unscathed, but they had no way to escape. Behind them, on both sides, and even in front, Khitan robbers surrounded them, waving their weapons, and grinning loudly. The teeth that had become incomplete due to gnawing on bones all year round were poked out from their lips, and the dark red tartar was clearly visible.
Chapter completed!