On the prairie, only the woman Master Ruolin, the king of martial arts, can practice the martial arts seal. Apart from her, even the powerful Lan Caier family can only practice the art of arrows and cannot undo the effects of the martial arts seal on women.
shackles...
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"We must inform Master Ruolin!" Chen Hu looked at the vast prairie with extremely solemn eyes.
"Any discovery?" Hu Yansheng felt Chen Hu's heavy heart.
"Judging from the feathers of this arrow, this person has entered the hall of the Martial Witcher Seal and is in contact with the power of the ancient gods. This connection is fundamentally different from our Martial Witcher Seal. You
Look...the arrow feathers show signs of being burned, which shows that that person cannot control the seal of the martial witch at all..."
"Isn't it bad to be unable to control it?" Hu Yansheng was stunned and asked in confusion.
"It's not good if we can't control it, but even if you control it, can you burn this steel arrow?" Chen Hu snorted coldly and glanced at Hu Yansheng.
"...Can't." Hu Yansheng's face turned red.
"Yes, you can't. In fact, neither can I! Since we can't, why can he? It can only mean that that person has been recognized by the ancient gods, just like Master Ruolin, the King of Martial Arts."
"Another king of martial arts and witchcraft!" Hu Yansheng's expression suddenly changed.
"Yes, given time, another Martial Arts King will be born. It would be fine if it is the Martial Arts King of our Cinu clan. The problem is, that person is obviously the enemy of our prairie." Chen Huyi
The face said something meaningful.
"King of Martial Arts... the enemy of our prairie... could it be... could it be... that our god has abandoned us... no... impossible... no!" There was endless fear in Hu Yansheng's eyes.
"You can't say that. After all, we still have Master Ruolin. As long as Master Ruolin exists, God will always protect us as a clan of assassins."
"Yes, we also have Master Ruolin." Hu Yansheng's expression softened a lot.
"Although we have Master Ruolin, Master Ruolin is no longer interested in worldly affairs. Therefore, we will never allow a second Martial Arts King to appear to replace Master Ruolin. We must kill that person before he is fully fledged.
In the cradle, otherwise, it will be too late for us to regret it when he becomes God's favorite..." Chen Hu's eyes flickered fiercely.
"Only we, the assassins, are God's favorites!" Hu Yansheng said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, one day we, the Slave Cavalry, will travel across the Zhanyun Continent!"
The two of them stared at the setting sun in the distance with fanatical expressions on their faces...
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Early the next morning, Zhao Yuan and his group encountered a tough situation.
This is a large tribe of more than 2,000 people.
When Zhao Yuan and others charged towards the tribe, the tribe was preparing to migrate, and tribe members were gathering from all directions.
Zhao Yuan and the others were caught in a bitter fight.
A steady stream of herdsmen surrounded them from all directions. Arrows from the sky shot out like locusts. The huge number of livestock scattered Zhao Yuan's group of people. Out-of-control cattle, horses and herdsmen were everywhere. The scene was extremely chaotic. Almost everyone
The herdsmen have all taken up arms, whether they are children or old people, they are brave and fearless of death, and the bravery and bloody spirit of the assassins are vividly demonstrated in them.
The soldiers were trapped in the dilemma of fighting on their own
The advantage of the initial lightning attack was lost, and the soldiers who were locked in a bitter battle fell one by one.
There is no doubt that these one hundred soldiers are the elites of Blackwater City, but elites are also human beings, and they cannot withstand large numbers of people. Some of these elites are just the most junior warriors, and there are not many masters like Yang Cheng and Lu Feng.
This kind of person has not yet reached the level of invulnerability, nor can he withstand sharp arrows like locusts.
"puff……"
There was a muffled sound, and the rich brother next to Zhao Yuan was hit by an arrow and fell off his horse.
"Brother Rich!"
Zhao Yuan and the crazy Taoist priest exclaimed in unison, jumped down at the same time, and ran to Brother Fu's side.
When they were in Tieling, Zhao Yuan, Brother Fu and Crazy Taoist were relatively close to each other. During the melee, Crazy Taoist and Brother Fu also followed Zhao Yuan.
"Zhao Yuan... Hurry... Run away..." A sharp arrow pierced Brother Fu's chest. The dying Brother Fu looked at Zhao Yuan, and before he could finish a sentence, he died.
"Brother Rich, Brother Rich..."
The mad Taoist hugged Brother Fu's body, shook it wildly, and shouted hysterically.
Looking at the rich man's gradually dimming expression, Zhao Yuan slowly stood up and strode onto a rock. His whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cyan blazing flames, with his hair flying and a ferocious face, like the hell awakening.
The devil.
"God, since you want me to be a villain, then I will do it!
Zhao Yuan suddenly let out a roar, and the roar was earth-shattering, like a thunderbolt in the clouds, making people's eardrums hurt.
"Taoist, help me get the arrow!"
Zhao Yuan shouted loudly and summoned several bundles of arrow feathers from the Sumeru Ring.
"Yes!" The mad Taoist suddenly jumped up, put down Brother Fu's body, and crawled to Zhao Yuan's side.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
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Countless arrow feathers shot towards Zhao Yuan like locusts.
Bend the bow and draw an arrow!
The sharp arrows were shot out in succession, like an endless curtain of water.
Peng!
Peng!
Peng!
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In a series of bursting sounds, the arrow feathers shot towards Zhao Yuan were hit by the arrow feathers shot by Zhao Yuan. They exploded in the air and turned into powder. The air was filled with fragments of arrow shafts, like thousands of arrow shafts.
The mosquitoes are dancing wildly.
Whoosh…
Zhao Yuan's hand did not stop, and a steady stream of sharp arrows shot out from his hand. The crazy Taoist priest kept bending down to hand Zhao Yuan arrows, three arrows each time.
Zhao Yuan's shooting speed was so fast that beads of sweat as big as soybeans appeared on the mad Taoist priest's forehead.
At this time, Zhao Yuan has become a killing machine. He seems to never know how tired he is. His face is ashen and dull, without any expression.
The arrow feathers shooting in the air are like scythes harvesting life.
Thousands of herdsmen fell down. The elderly, women, and children, as long as they had weapons in their hands, were all targeted by Zhao Yuan.
Soon, all the herdsmen around Zhao Yuan were shot and killed.
Yang Cheng and Lu Feng realized that the area around Zhao Yuan was quiet, and immediately took the opportunity to summon soldiers to gather around Zhao Yuan.
The war is not over.
The herdsmen in the distance were still coming to kill them continuously, their shouts of killing echoed on the grassland, and their sharp arrows were like locusts filling the sky.
At this time, in the eyes of Yang Cheng and others, the grassland seemed to have become extremely quiet.
In fact, the herdsmen's sharp arrows could no longer harm them because they were too far away. Of course, they tried to get closer to the target and kept charging, with waves of herdsmen following after waves...
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With Zhao Yuan as the core, there seemed to be an invisible line of defense of life and death a hundred feet away. As long as the herdsmen entered the invisible line of defense, Zhao Yuan's elusive sharp arrows would immediately appear, shooting the herdsmen off their feet.
The soldiers held their breath and watched each herdsman being cut like wheat.
Yang Cheng and Lu Feng looked at each other, and a chill ran down their spines.
In their eyes, Zhao Yuan has become a cold-blooded killing machine. His archery movements are mechanical and precise. Every time he shoots, several herdsmen will fall on the grassland. Hundreds of herdsmen are killed by Zhao Yuan.
One person is guarding a hundred feet away.
The invisible circular defense line kept devouring the lives of the herdsmen.
Zhao Yuan's bowstring continuously burst out with shocking murderous intent. The murderous intent flew out with the sharp arrows, harvesting the lives of the herdsmen.
Over the grassland, there is an invisible evil spirit that repeatedly sweeps across the grassland, constantly devouring the spirits of death.
For Monk Tianxin, these death spirits are a great supplement, because they are all at the peak of their fighting spirit.
Every life disappeared under Zhao Yuan's sharp arrows.
One by one, the souls of death were devoured by Monk Tianxin.