In particular, the third carriage and Yu Sanshan, the leader of the nursing home, were the ones receiving the most attention. At least nearly half of the arrows were shot at them.
Puff puff!
Occasionally, some arrows hit the arm or thigh of Sanshan, the head of the nursing home. They only penetrated less than half a centimeter, and then fell to the ground, leaving small wounds and one or two drops of blood.
Seeing this, all the Black Mountain thieves were furious.
Although they have become accustomed to the perversion of warriors, every time they see their weapons and arrows attacking these warriors, they can only have such a small effect, and they feel helpless in their hearts.
"Unfortunately, if there is a way to form a military formation, any method that can condense the souls, souls, and strength of our troops, the strength of our Black Mountain Stronghold will be greatly increased.
"Just idle wandering warriors, even if they gather into groups, they will not be able to cause much harm to the warriors."
Seeing this scene, Huang Ke said regretfully, his arm still holding the string tightly, pointing to the third carriage that had turned into a "hedgehog".
Yan Ji nodded in agreement. The warriors in this world are indeed not as strong as humans. Just as only "magic" can defeat "magic", only "warriors" in this world can defeat "warriors".
During his time in Heishan Village, he also had some understanding of the military strength of the soldiers and souls mentioned by Huang Ke.
It was formed by using a special method to gather at least a hundred ordinary people into a formation. It was still very lethal to low-level warriors.
As far as he knows, this special method is only available in the imperial court, and it is also one of the foundations of the imperial court's rule.
I heard that some powerful forces once interrogated people in the imperial court and obtained some special methods for condensing the souls and strength of soldiers, but for some reason, they couldn't use them even if they had enough people.
Therefore, the matter was dropped.
"Boy Yan Ji, be careful. It seems that the people in this carriage are not simple. They can't bear it."
Huang Ke squinted his eyes and looked at the third carriage. At this time, half of the arrows of the gangsters in Black Mountain Village had been used.
In the carriage.
Yu Zhen sat slumped in the middle of the carriage. All the arrows fired into the carriage fell on the three Root Bone Realm warriors and were easily broken by them.
The arrow hit the old man in gray shirt with a dull sound, leaving dense red spots on his body.
The shot left a little red mark on the body of the incense owner named Du from the Wild Wolf Club.
When it was shot at the Purple Thunder Sect's deacon surnamed Wang, it made a clanging sound, like metal blades colliding. It didn't even leave a white mark, and the arrow broke directly. The pupils of the other three people in the carriage widened slightly.
.
Copper skin!
"Master Wang is indeed a deacon of the Purple Thunder Sect. With such strength, these Black Mountain thieves are just clowns!"
Yu Zhen seized the opportunity to flatter him.
"Copper skin and iron bones, energy and blood like a dragon, the foundation of myth. As a warrior, if you can't even do this, then you might as well be a member of all living beings. Hundreds of years are like a passing cloud, and you don't have to float among the nine mountains and seven seas, fighting.
Fighting."
Boom!
I saw Deacon surnamed Wang speaking as he slowly stood up from the carriage and unsheathed his sword at his waist.
The three of them saw blue-purple thunder suddenly appear in the void, and with a roar, the entire carriage fell apart, and all the arrows around it were shattered into pieces.
Whoosh!!
At this moment, a ferocious arrow surrounded by black energy was shot towards him, and the shadow of a black tiger with its bloody mouth appeared on the arrow.
Deacon Wang's face was expressionless, his feet and body motionless. The moment the arrow struck less than a foot in front of him, he saw another flash of sword light mixed with thunder light.
There was a clang, and the arrow hit the target.
The arrow and the long sword were in a stalemate for less than a second before they were split in two from the middle and fell to the ground.
Huang Ke, Yan Ji and others who could see in the distance had their pupils narrowed.
Deacon surnamed Wang ignored the shocked expressions of others, held a long sword, and advanced step by step in the rain of arrows, walking towards the people in Heishan Village.
"I am ninety-six this year. I entered the Purple Thunder Sect at the age of three, practiced martial arts at the age of four, entered the country at the age of ten, cowhide at the age of fifteen, copper skin at the age of twenty-two, root bones at the age of thirty-one, and tiger bones at the age of thirty-seven. It is a pity that
He was naturally dull, but he didn't become strong until he was fifty-nine years old. He then stayed in seclusion for ten years until he reached his peak.
"I felt that my blood was in difficulty, so I found a wife and gave birth to a son and a daughter. Unfortunately, my children were useless and unwilling to practice martial arts. I inherited what I learned.
"So I recruited an inner disciple in the sect to teach me what I had learned, and then stayed in Broken Sword Valley for more than twenty years to condense my energy and blood. However, a month ago I suddenly heard the bad news that my disciple's son and daughter were killed by the Black Mountain bandits. I was furious.
, failed to gather Qi and blood, you thieves, tell me how to pay for it with your life!!!"
Deacon surnamed Wang was seen talking and walking, his momentum getting more and more powerful, and his last loud shout was like thunder, making everyone's heads buzz from a distance of hundreds of meters.
"No, it's a master of the Purple Thunder Sect's Root Bone Realm, Iron Bone Level. The wind is tight, pull!"
Huang Ke didn't want to know who killed the old man's disciple's daughter and son, so he just shouted, without the slightest bit of demeanor of the leader of the Black Mountain Village, he left the Black Mountain thieves behind and fled like a gust of wind.
Yan Ji was the only one who saw that the situation was not good at the same time as Huang Ke and ran away without even a moment's hesitation.
And at this time, Yan Ji immediately opened Mu Changshan's four-star copy card.
Wave after wave, wave after wave of huge power surged through his body.
He can clearly feel that his bones are getting harder and harder, his skin is getting thicker, like layers of hard cowhide, and his muscles are also expanding, bulging, and knotting under the support of these two, and his body is also stretched.
A few points higher.
In just an instant, the transformation from the entry-level level of skin and flesh realm to the entry-level level of root and bone realm was completed on him, except that there was no copper skin.
With Cao Shangfei's mastery of martial arts, he surpassed Huang Ke in two or three steps and reached the front.
"Fuck! Boy Yan Ji, when did you learn such profound leg and foot skills? Run slower for me! Otherwise I will chop you up!"
Seeing Yan Ji fleeing in front of him, Huang Ke glared angrily and cursed, completely lacking the appreciation he had for Yan Ji like an elder before.
"Big boss, I'm weak, I don't have the strength to tie a chicken with my hands, so my legs and feet are more flexible. Only people like you, big boss, can fight against such masters of the Purple Thunder Sect. To kill their majesty, I'll go first."
One step away!"
Yan Ji's steps not only did not slow down because of Huang Ke's words, but actually sped up a bit.
His feet were as smooth as walking on the grass and trees, which was in sharp contrast to his huge body of more than two meters. However, after a few breaths, it was difficult for Huang Ke to see his back.
Yan Ji had to be thankful at this time that he had chosen a leg and foot martial arts, otherwise he might not be able to outrun Huang Ke.
As the saying goes, you can run so slowly, but you still want to be a warrior?