"Protect Your Highness!" Ying Lie's tight voice came from outside the carriage, and the dead soldiers immediately launched a counterattack. These people had undergone rigorous training by Murong Canghai and were the first-class warriors of the Qin Dynasty with excellent skills.
"Kill." The yellow flag was waved, and suddenly, silver arrows from all directions were shot towards the sedan, like raindrops.
"Kill!" Murong Canghai's men all flew up, waving their sharp swords to deflect the flying silver arrows.
"Bang!" Only a roar was heard, the top of the carriage was rushed away, and two white shadows flew up.
With a "whoosh" sound, the entire carriage was immediately shot by thousands of arrows and turned into a dense hornet's nest. Murong Canghai landed easily with Su Yueming in one hand without suffering any damage.
Seeing the hand placed on Su Yueming's slender waist, a trace of jealousy flashed across the eyes of the man on the horse, and he suddenly tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand.
"Kill!" This time, his voice was even colder, with a cruel and ruthless tone.
Silver arrows arrived like rain.
They have only one goal - Murong Canghai!
He is like a spiritual snake or an eagle, one against a thousand.
His figure paused in mid-air, turned around suddenly, and faced the arrow that was flying towards him.
From the beginning to the end, his left hand never let go of Su Yueming and flew up with him. Su Yueming felt the wind whistling by his ears and arrows flashing past his eyes like raindrops.
The flying arrow was actually used by him as his own weapon and flew back.
"Poof!" I only heard a groan. Under the moonlight, in the night light, blood was splashing everywhere, and murderous intent was rising. The men in black in the front were all hit by arrows, and fell to the ground at the same speed, vomiting.
Blood.
The force was so great that they all died.
"Humph." He hummed softly and raised his lips in an evil manner. This kind of arrogance was not something ordinary people could possess.
There was a smile in his eyes, and he looked at the man on the horse with great disdain.
"Kill!" The man masked in black scarf waved the yellow flag again, as if he wanted to suppress the arrogance in Murong Canghai's eyes.
The dead soldiers were also like lightning, flying up quickly, shooting arrows one after another, and landed on the ground. Although there were only twenty of them, they were not hurt at all.
But the opponent had more people and continued to attack one after another.
The row in front collapsed, and another surge came from behind, like waves in the sea that never disappear.
Yellow flag, yellow flag, flashed in Su Yueming's eyes.
She closed her eyes, and after a moment, she raised her eyes to look at the face of the man in front of her. His chin had perfect lines as if it had been carefully carved. His expression was cold and as silent as water, and his whole body exuded a strong and compelling murderous aura.
But then, a silver arrow flew towards him and was about to hit his heart. Su Yueming's heart suddenly tightened, as if a fully drawn bow was about to be broken if he exerted more force!
He suddenly turned sideways, and the arrow seemed to be stuck in the air.
The eyes of the man in black on the horse flashed! His eyes shone with disbelief. Murong Canghai actually caught an arrow at such a fast speed between his two fingers!
A hint of sarcasm flashed through Murong Canghai's eyes, and with a strong movement of his hand, the arrow flew out, targeting the man.
His heart trembled and his head turned. Although the arrow did not hit his heart, it hit the jade crown on his head. The arrow penetrated straight into his hair. There was only a click sound and the jade crown broke.
His three thousand black hair spread out and draped over his body.