Seeing the brothers around him being nailed to the rock wall one after another, and occasionally falling to the bottom of the valley due to pain and being smashed to pieces, Fan Changxiang's anger welled up.
Damn it!
That bastard in the distance only cared about killing and laughing at Meng Lang, and he didn't look like a brave man!
Regardless of exposing his identity, Fan Changxiang fired his martial spirit ahead of time, suddenly activating a green dragon with spear intent, crushing large and small shrubs along the way, and rushed straight towards Zhao Yutang.
"Come! Come! Come!"
"You bitch! If you have any skills, come to your wild father as soon as possible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a three-branched green feather came in response. While piercing Qinglong Qinglong's brow, it hit Fan Changxiang squarely in the chest.
bite--
Even though he was wearing the Ten Thousand Tempered Iron Mountain Pattern Chainmail of Fenjin Villa, his breastplate was still penetrated, with most of the arrowhead stuck in it.
Fan Changxiang was furious, he held up the spear and fell to the top of the cliff. He broke the wildly shaking arrow shaft with his hands, picked up the spear with both hands and rushed towards the towering ginkgo tree where Zhao Yutang was.
"Yan Shan Fan Changxiang!"
"I'm here to take your head!"
But before he could take two or three steps, the strong wind roared and exploded from the air again, and a sharp arrow hit his thigh, sparking bright sparks and causing a stream of blood.
The chainmail peeled off in large pieces and shattered like rain, splattering metal residue all over the floor.
Fan Changxiang was indeed practicing external martial arts, but facing Zhao Yutang, who was skilled in archery, he was obviously unable to resist. Unable to stop his running momentum, he suddenly fell to the ground and broke three or four cypress trees before he could stop.
"Yo——"
"The young master of Yanshan Panlong Sect?"
Zhao Yutang stood gracefully on the ginkgo branches, with his hands behind his hands. His face was filled with a joking expression that did not look like a battle of life and death, but more like a spring outing.
But in the next moment, his expression suddenly turned sinister, and he said viciously: "I hate the young master the most in my life!"
He drew his bow like the moon, mounted a shovel-headed armor-piercing arrow, and struck Fan Changxiang mercilessly with the force of a meteor.
The armor-piercing effect of the shovel-head arrow is extremely impressive, especially for woven chainmail, which has a miraculous effect of stripping away cocoons and dismantling armor upon contact.
But Fan Changxiang doesn't care about this.
He had suffered losses twice before and was on guard. As soon as he heard the sound of wind breaking through the air, he immediately waved his red tassel spear and danced tightly, and immediately chopped the shovel-head arrow and the armor-piercing arrow into wood slag.
A sudden strong wind blew up, causing smoke and dust to rise. The nearby trees were broken and fell into pieces with a rumble.
Fan Changxiang held the spear tightly with both hands, causing sand and rocks to fly for hundreds of steps in the surrounding area. No one was seen, and a green dragon with spear spirit emerged again, following the sharp tip of the spear and cruising out.
The dragon roared and the clouds rolled.
The dead branches and leaves are like a group of patrolling yakshas, surrounded by green dragons with spears and flying in the wind. They are so powerful that the roar of mountains and tsunami can be heard thousands of feet away.
However, Zhao Yutang believed that his shooting skills were better than Hou Yi's. He stood sideways on the top of a ginkgo tree and remained motionless, showing no intention of dodge.
"It's just a caterpillar."
"Why embarrass yourself?"
Zhao Yutang held his long bow horizontally and pointed it diagonally at the sky, plucked the strings like a string, and fired the beads in response to the sound, flying to the top of the clouds and drawing an arc.
And as it fell, it suddenly turned into a hail of arrows, accompanied by deafening screams.
The large branches and leaves on the top of the mountain were suddenly riddled with thorns. After being scattered, the bare tree trunks were like a group of withered ghost hands emerging from hell, struggling to grasp the bright blue sky.
The green dragon, which was full of spear intent, had already traveled a hundred feet, but was immediately discouraged by the rain of arrows. By the time it pounced in front of Zhao Yutang, there was only a breeze left.
He blew the towering yellow ginkgo trees under his feet, and sifted the golden color all over the ground, spreading it like a carpet.
However, due to Fan Changxiang's various delays, the remaining 800 soldiers of Yongzi Camp finally climbed to the top of the cliff. Without any hesitation, they immediately set up the four-door fighting formation according to their hard-earned training.
This array is very changeable and is completely arranged according to the nine palaces. Each block of soldiers will be interspersed and gradually become like one, intersecting with each other. The gaps left can happen to be where the martial soul can be released.
The so-called comprehensive approach is nothing more than this.
Now that Fan Changxiang was unable to move away, General Pi immediately led his subordinate flag officers and organized eight hundred swordsmen to immediately unleash an astonishing fighting force.
As Qi Qi took a step forward and identified Zhao Yutang's position, eight hundred sword-wind white tigers also roared out.
The top of the mountain, which was originally destroyed by the Qinglong with Spear Intent, was already in dilapidated condition. Now it was destroyed by a group of angry White Tigers with Sword Wind. The trees were immediately uprooted, exposing large areas of reddish-brown sandstone.
Zhao Yutang faced the swarm of attacks and no longer dared to show off, and finally moved his steps and jumped away from the towering ginkgo tree that had stood for a long time.
Click——
The towering ginkgo trees that had grown for thousands of years were shattered in response, and the orange branches and leaves were immediately twisted into powder. Under the colorful fallen leaves, Zhao Yutang relied on his Qinggong and body skills to outsmart the bluebirds and kept darting around in the forest.
During the leap, one arrow could often take away two or three lives, forcing Yongzi Camp's military formation to fail frequently.
Hearing the incessant screams, Fan Changxiang was furious. He stepped on the Qinglong spear and hooked it in his hand. He picked up the boulders under his feet and kicked them all towards Zhao Yutang.
But Zhao Yutang can even dodge the Dao Feng White Tiger, let alone a boulder as big as a millstone?
With one person's power, he was able to hold back the 700 Yongzi Camp, and he continued to consume Fan Changxiang's already meager spiritual power reserve.
There are words of suffering in Yongziying.
They were originally brave infantry who charged into battle, but now facing a single monk who was proficient in archery, they were like a heavy punch to the cotton, which made people angry and heartbroken.
at this time.
Zhao Yutang felt that the time was almost up, and drew his bow like the moon again, preparing a wave of arrows to directly kill Yongziying.
But he had just shot the sharp arrow, and before it had even left the bow a hundred feet, it suddenly exploded into a pile of wood slag for no apparent reason.
This incident happened so quickly that even Fan Changxiang didn't understand the situation, let alone Yongziying. Even though Zhao Yutang had excellent eyesight, he only saw a flash of white light.
Did you just snap your spiritual power?
wrong.
The spiritual power was silent, and the real thing must have suddenly appeared just now, intercepting the arrow that had just risen into the sky.
When Zhao Yutang thought about this, alarm bells suddenly rang in his heart. A layman would watch the excitement, while an expert would watch the door. No matter how capable a master who could intercept flying arrows was, he had some abilities.
If he was allowed to join forces with the Yongzi Battalion in the encirclement and suppression, he would definitely fall into a passive position, and he would probably die on the spot if he was not able to protect himself.
Zhao Yutang realized that the situation was serious, turned over and used his spiritual power to activate his body skills again, facing the direction of his Zheci Camp, and flying high.
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But things went counterproductive.
He hadn't even taken two or three steps when a white light flashed before his eyes again. Before he could react, an unforgettable and severe pain hit his left leg.
Looking down, he found that there was a long arrow stuck in the bleeding wound. The phoenix feathers at the tail were as red as fireworks, which was extremely dazzling.
arrow!
It’s actually an arrow!
Zhao Yutang was shocked. He was proficient in archery and knew that this terrifying speed meant that the opponent was superior and had no way to hide.
But what surprised him was still behind. When he looked closely at the long phoenix feather arrow, he found that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on it.
Arrow words.
The other party's physical strength alone is already comparable to his own archery skills that he has practiced for hundreds of years and is proud of!
Zhao Yutang looked ashen and regretted that he should have left Zheci Camp and acted first. It turned out that Yongzi Camp was just a frontal feint attack, and the real killing move was yet to come.
Now he is forced on the cliff with no way out. How similar is this situation to Wang Xiuge's previous situation?
The most terrible thing is that he can't jump off the cliff to make a living. There are more than ten thousand Nanxiang troops at the bottom of the valley. Wouldn't he be seeking death if he jumped off the cliff? The situation of the battle suddenly reversed, and the speed was jaw-dropping!