Each crossbow has undergone special improvements and is the most powerful in the entire Fengyun Kingdom. Even the arrow branches they use are not ordinary wood, but cast with a special alloy.
Usually, they are only pulled apart by several soldiers when attacking a city. Using them to deal with flesh and blood bodies ten steps away is probably an unprecedented move!
However, Ao Moli knew that the opponent he faced was too unusual!
In Ao Moli's eyes, Ao Junxie is like an impregnable city. Only by capturing it can he truly and safely become the king of his Fengyun Kingdom!
Swish![
The sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed instantly tore the air in Nuoda's palace.
Dozens of disciples from the Evil Land have already drawn their swords.
The sword energy was everywhere, the wind was howling, and the steel arrows, as fine as rain, were like moths flying into the flames, constantly hitting the flying sword blade. The sound of shattering was continuous. Sparks burst out.
, the arrow branches turned into pieces one after another.
At this time, Qing Kuang had already flashed his figure, pulled Xiao Bao over, and ducked behind Ao Junxie.
Dozens of disciples from the Evil Land gathered tightly in a circle to form an unbreakable defensive network.
The rain of arrows lasted for as long as a stick of incense. What surprised Ao Moli was that these hundreds of armored warriors fired thousands of poisonous arrows, but they were completely smashed by the group of black-clothed disciples.
Not a single branch broke through their defensive formation!
Who are they?
Ao Moli had countless questions in his mind. At first, they only regarded them as new members of the Storm Mercenary Group under Qing Kuang, and did not take them seriously at all.
But under this arrow formation, he was horrified to realize that each of these black-clothed warriors actually had a strength equivalent to that of a holy king!
What's even more bizarre is that when they wave the long swords in their hands, they are clearly not using spiritual combat skills, but the same type of ancient martial arts as Feng Qingkuang!
A trip to the wild forest unexpectedly resulted in Ao Junxie and Feng Qingkuang's men becoming dozens of powerful Saint Kings out of thin air...
He originally thought he was sure of victory, but at this moment, his heart began to beat.
The arrow formation finally became quiet.
Hundreds of armored warriors and thousands of poisonous arrows returned in vain and were finally exhausted...
Such an ending made the Imperial Guards who surrounded Ao Junxie and Qing Kuang's group dumbfounded and froze on the spot, at a loss what to do for a moment.
"What are you still doing? Kill!"
Ao Moli's sharp voice suddenly screamed, like the roar of a wild beast.
Heavy footsteps, a wall of golden armors and shields, began to rush towards Qing Kuang and his group. Countless black and murderous Imperial Guards crowded into the originally empty palace.
Wumian pointed the long sword in his hand, and dozens of black-clothed disciples from the evil land were about to show off their skills. Unexpectedly, Aojunxie waved his hand and pressed down the long sword in Wumian's hand. [
"Don't move, you all. It is a royal family matter in Fengyun Palace. This time, I have to handle it myself!"
Wumian's face was shocked. He had never expected that the newly appointed leader would not let them get involved in the killings and disputes within the Fengyun royal family.
While he was doubting, Ao Junxie's figure had already flown out like lightning.
The dark red blade of the Red Dragon Sword sliced through the air, and a dazzling purple light descended like thunder from the sky, rushing toward the group of black armored warriors.