The sunset gradually dimmed, and the sky became darker and darker.
Taking advantage of the last rays of light, Shen Lang galloped on the official road.
Dachu has just begun to have some prototypes of the early industrial revolution. Its natural scenery has not yet been destroyed by industrial civilization, and most areas still maintain the original style of agricultural society.
Therefore, even if you have not entered the mountains, even if you are still in the plains, there are still large areas of dense woods on both sides of the official road.
At this time, the official road that Shen Lang passed by was surrounded by dense forests full of large trees on both sides.
Under the dense forest, the light becomes increasingly gloomy and gloomy. The chirping of insects and the occasional roar of animals in the forest add to the terrifying atmosphere.
Suddenly, Shen Lang, who was riding the horse at a gallop, suddenly pulled the reins, causing the black horse to stand upright, neighing, and was forced to stop in place.
Shen Lang stared at the "air" in front of him for a while, then suddenly flipped his wrist, took out a vegetable leaf and threw it over.
The green vegetable leaf flew several feet flat, then suddenly hit the ground as if it had hit something. It split into two halves silently and fell to the ground.
Shen Lang sneered, looked at the two drops of vegetable juice hanging in the air in front of him, and looked around:
"The trap has been revealed. If you want to kill me, you'd better do it yourself!"
That's right, there was a hair-thin silk thread hanging in mid-air ahead, running across the official road. I don't know what kind of material it was made of, but it was as sharp as a blade.
In this gloomy and gloomy environment, unless you are a fourth-grade Daqi warrior who has begun to have a vague premonition of crisis, otherwise when a warrior is galloping on his horse, it is almost impossible to detect such a slender hair with the naked eye.
And with Shen Lang's riding height, if the horse rushes over without stopping, it will hit the silk thread directly with its neck.
Even if he had second-level skin enhancement, if he was hit by a galloping horse, even if his head wouldn't be cut off, his neck would be cut and the injury would be serious.
Fortunately, although Shen Lang's martial arts level is low, he has already had spiritual warning, and his spiritual warning is not limited to "hostile gaze".
Even if it is a "dead object" that has no self-awareness and has never actively attacked him, but is just waiting for him to hit him, as long as it poses a serious threat to Shen Lang, as long as it comes within a certain distance, Shen Lang
The "mental power seeds" will issue a strong warning.
Similar fixed traps might be able to trap him when his "Demon Taming Technique" is only at the second level.
But there is no threat to him now.
At this time, a powerful arrow suddenly flew out of the woods on the left. The sound of breaking through the air was extremely sharp, and there were even faint ripples of air around the arrow that were visible to the naked eye.
Nowadays, Dachu has entered the age of firearms, and bows and crossbows have long since declined.
Because the power of a crossbow depends on the material of the bow and arrow, and ordinary materials have an upper limit. No matter how strong the warrior is or how good his accuracy is, due to the material of the ordinary crossbow, the power of the arrows shot is always limited. And the power can be stronger than that of a musket.
, a "treasure bow" made of special materials is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary warriors.
Therefore, in today's era, there are not many warriors who like to use bows and arrows, and there are quite a few warriors who are very good at using muskets. But whenever you encounter a lone archer, you must be a master holding a treasured bow.
now.
When the powerful arrow shot out from the forest, before Shen Lang's eyes saw the arrow missing and his ears heard the sound of breaking through the air, his eyebrows bulged and the side of his neck hurt.
The arrow was aimed at the side of his neck.
As soon as it appeared, the left side of Shen Lang's neck, which was locked by the arrow, was already suffering from "phantom pain" due to the spiritual warning.
The warning was so strong that it was conceivable that this arrow would definitely penetrate his second-level strengthened skin and shoot through his neck.
Inside the neck, except for one cervical vertebra, there is no "iron bone" for defense!
For any ordinary seventh-level or even sixth-level warrior, when the powerful arrow flies out, he is destined to be killed by the arrow, and there is no chance to dodge or block.
But Shen Lang is no ordinary warrior.
He didn't need to look, didn't even need to listen, and didn't even know that a cold arrow was coming. He had already followed the warning from his spiritual senses, and without thinking, he used his second-level agility in conjunction with the Qinggong of Shen Feitang, and fell sideways like lightning.
When he fell off the horse, the powerful arrow almost brushed his scalp, and the high-speed air flow carried by the arrow even cut off a few strands of his hair.
At the same time, a second arrow flew from the forest. This time it was not aimed at Shen Lang. The arrow went straight to the head of the black horse that was blocking Shen Lang's body.
puff!
There was a sharp sound, and the black horse's head was pierced by a powerful arrow. The horse's body was also overturned by the huge force attached to the arrow, and fell towards Shen Lang on the other side of the horse's body.
Shen Lang stepped aside from the overturned horse corpse, used all his agility and light skills, and flew towards the forest where the powerful arrows were flying.
At this time, a third powerful arrow flew towards us again. The speed of the arrow's loss plus Shen Lang's speed caused them to collide with each other and hit the door in front of Shen Lang almost in an instant.
But Shen Lang's second level agility is not just about reaction speed.
His estimation of space and distance is also extremely accurate. In particular, he has "speed perception". When he concentrates his eyesight, he can slow down the "speed" of the things he sees in his field of vision.
Although it is far from the realm of "bullet time", the so-called "slowing down" only exists in his subjective field of vision. He can only observe the moving details of objects more clearly, while the "objective speed" of objects is
No changes have occurred, but this is enough for him to react in time with the powerful reaction speed of his second-order agility and his perception of space and distance.
Therefore, when the third arrow hit the face and hit Shen Lang's door almost instantly, Shen Lang was already on his knees, sliding forward while leaning back, narrowly avoiding the direct shot in front of him.
The third arrow of the door.
The arrow passed by the tip of his nose with a sharp blade-like airflow, and actually slightly broke through the skin defense on the tip of his nose, wiping out a shallow blood mark.
However, Shen Lang couldn't care less about this minor injury. As he knelt down and moved forward, he exerted force on his legs and feet, jumped up again, lowered his body, and jumped into the woods like a predatory tiger.
As soon as he entered the forest, a cold and arrogant male voice came to his ears:
"You shouldn't have come here. Archers are not today's musketeers who can be mastered in just one month. The closer you are to the archers, the more dangerous your situation will be. The truly wise response is to escape in the opposite direction and escape as quickly as possible.
The further away, the better. Although you can't escape my pursuit with your Qinggong, you can at least give it a try and survive for a while longer..."
This sound almost sounded in Shen Lang's ears.
And being able to condense the sound into a bunch and make the words sound as if they are close to the ears shows that the person speaking has extremely deep inner strength and has at least a sixth-level cultivation level.
At this time, Shen Lang finally saw the archer.
It was a tall man wearing tight black clothes with slender hands and feet.
He stood under a big tree, holding a big bow in his left hand, wearing an arm guard and an iron glove in his right hand. At the same time, he picked up three arrows, already nocked on the string, and slowly opened the bow.
He was not afraid of Shen Lang, who was getting closer and closer. Instead, a sneer appeared on the corners of his lips, and his sharp eyes like falcons shone with sarcasm towards the dead.
Shen Lang knew that the archer was actually right.
The closer to the archer, the more accurate the archer's shot, the shorter the arrow's flight distance, and the shorter the attacker's reaction time.
In the past when bows and crossbows dominated the battlefield, those strong archers in the army, even if they were not martial arts masters, were all tall, strong, agile and elite elites.
Even if you desperately rush to an extremely close range where bows and arrows cannot function, the archer can still draw a knife and cut, making the melee combat absolutely sharp.
A marksman at the level of a martial arts master, he is capable of all-around shooting, both near and far.
For example, Huang Zhong, Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, Eagle Eye, Laigolas... Even Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who were not famous for their archery skills, were both horse archers and infantry archers.
Therefore, it is just a misunderstanding that archers are powerless in close combat.
In the game, archers are weak in melee combat, just for the sake of professional balance. In reality, there is no such thing as professional balance.
Facing a powerful archer and forcefully getting close to him, unless his body skills are like a god and his martial arts can overwhelm him, it is no different than seeking death.
At this moment.
In the eyes of the archer who had already set three arrows at the same time and slowly opened his bow, Shen Lang was already a dead man, and the bonus reward was already in his pocket.
However……
Just when the archer showed a determined smile and the bowstring was mostly open.
Shen Lang, who was still ten feet away from him, suddenly raised his hands to seal the secrets while running quickly, and shouted: "Hey!"
As soon as this sound reached his ears, the archer was shocked, and his mind went blank.
Ninth-level spell, soul-destroying spell!
With Shen Lang's mental strength now comparable to that of a seventh-grade Taoist monk, this single spell, which is no more than a ninth-grade one, is powerful enough to make a sixth-grade accomplished warrior's mind go blank. Even if he breaks free, he will still be like a snail.
"Slow motion"!
Even if you are a fifth-level warrior, if you do not have a talisman that can protect your soul, you will be unconscious for a while if you are accidentally hit by this curse.
After Shen Lang cast the spell, he did not stop and jumped four or five feet away in the blink of an eye.
At this time, a flash of clarity flashed in the archer's eyes, and he seemed to have come to his senses, but his body was still stiff, and his fingertips could barely move.
There was a look of sarcasm in Shen Lang's eyes. He jumped to within three feet of the archer. Then he flipped his wrist and pulled out a pair of heavy pistols out of thin air. He aimed at the archer and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
boom!
Two gunshots were fired together with a deafening bang. The archer's head was thrown back violently, and a large cloud of blood mist spurted out from the back of his head. His whole body was like a felled wooden stake, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.
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Shen Lang put away his guns and walked towards the archer's body. When he was still a foot away from the archer's body, he stopped again.
Because several transparent silk threads as thin as hair are interlacing themselves into a network, lying directly in front of the archer.
Not only are there threads in front, but also on the left, right, and rear. In the dark environment of the forest, they are completely invisible to the naked eye.
If someone rushes over with all their strength, trying to engage in close combat with the archer, or if multiple people outflank and attack from behind, they may not even have the chance to learn the archer's melee skills, and they will have to run headlong into these razor-sharp transparent silk threads.
Was torn into pieces.
Shen Lang observed the direction of the threads and carefully removed the threads around the archer, with the trees as fulcrums, and then continued to walk to the archer's body.
He took a look at the blood-stained, dead-eyed face of the archer. He squatted down and rummaged through the archer's corpse for a while, and found out a portrait of himself, a small cocoon ball wrapped with extremely thin transparent silk thread, and a
I wrote a handwritten pamphlet and finally picked up the big bow.