Almost every practitioner will have such things as marching backpacks and cloth bags.
Except for those practitioners who only use flying swords and sophisticated weapons and only hide them in their sleeves, the rest of the practitioners usually hide some of their weapons in luggage, and some rugged practitioners directly wrap their weapons with cloth.
Grow the strip and then carry it on your back.
It is simple, practical, and can prevent the opponent from seeing through your own skills and fighting habits at a glance.
But no one could have imagined that Wei Guanxing would pull out such a bow from the marching bag he carried with him.
This bow is really big. One end is placed on the ground, and the other end can reach the chin.
When this bow appeared in Lin Yi's sight, the first thought that came to Lin Yi's mind was, the backpack is not big, how can it hold such a bow?
So this shouldn't be an ordinary bow.
It can at least be folded, or it is usually in another form. After Wei Guanxing takes it at this time, it will suddenly become a bow.
Lin Yi's focus is a bit strange.
Because when everyone saw this long bow, the first thought that came to their mind was that this person actually used a bow?
Hiss!
At the moment when such emotions had just appeared in the hearts of the others, an arrow had already broken through all the blocking atmosphere and appeared in front of the Taoist in red.
The Taoist in red frowned deeply.
For the first time, shock ignited violently in his eyes.
In the world of practitioners, it seems to be a consensus that arrows are inferior to swords. After the arrow is shot, its trajectory cannot be as agile or as changeable as that of a flying sword.
Moreover, with the continuous infusion of the practitioner's true energy, the flying sword can continue to accelerate and increase in strength, but the arrow will only become slower and slower and more exhausted due to the resistance of the air.
But at this time, the red-robed Taoist clearly realized that there was one point that had been ignored by the vast majority of practitioners.
In a certain straight line distance, the burst of true energy combined with the power of the bowstring itself will make the arrow faster than a flying sword in this narrow distance!
This arrow was faster than the fastest flying sword he had ever seen!
There is no choice.
He sheathed his sword forcefully.
The true energy gushing out from his body turned his small red sword into a dazzling glow, which could stand in front of this arrow.
The arrows exploded.
This arrow is not made of wood, but it is very brittle.
With a loud bang, countless metal shards flew around the Taoist in red, and some sharp shards bounced onto his body. Although they still failed to pierce his skin, they filled his body with pain.
He smelled a strong smell of lead and mercury in his nose.
A large amount of lead is added to the arrow body, which makes it so brittle.
It's just that lead is very heavy, so the arrow itself is also very heavy.
To be able to allow such a heavy arrow to have such speed, that white long bow is also very unusual.
But he didn't have time to feel the long bow carefully, and his vision was obscured by the lead dust and rain and fog in front of him, and he could only vaguely see a white shadow.
His body was struck by a powerful force. Although the true energy in his body was under control, it was shaking like a torrent hitting the river bank.
What's more important is that the devastating aura has been coming one after another!
Hiss!
Several sounds merge into one.
Several equally fast arrows had already arrived in front of the Taoist in red.
Bang bang bang bang!
The figure of the Taoist in red slumped backwards in the air.
Several lead arrows were chopped into pieces by him, but the thick lead dust affected his breathing and made him notice something even more palpitating.
This lead dust is mixed with heavy mercury and other substances, which can actually block perception!
His perception felt like it was stuck in a quagmire, trapped by the thick dry fog formed by these lead dust!
Without any hesitation, he retreated with all his strength!
His figure is as fast as lightning, and there is no trace at all!
These arrows can be faster than flying swords within a hundred steps, but as the distance is further extended, these arrows will become slower and slower when they are trapped in various resistances, and their power will fail. And as the distance is extended,
He will also be able to gain more reaction time.
However, at this moment, a bit of coolness appeared behind his back.
The figure of the Taoist priest in red shuttled back very quickly. By the time he felt the coolness, it was already too late.
The silver flying sword, the moment he felt it was affected by the lead dust, had quietly arrived on the retreat behind him, like a dead and motionless snake, waiting for his arrival.
He himself would not be able to hold back his momentum, he would collide with the flying sword, and arrows would be shot in front of him.
That bit of coldness quickly expanded, like a lake of ice, drowning him in an instant.
"How is that possible!"
His mind was filled with disbelief at this moment. How could one person be a powerful swordsman and a powerful archer?
In the world of practitioners, it is almost unheard of that someone can have both identities at the same time.
It’s not just that the skills are different, but one pursues agility and variety, while the other requires calmness and concentration. The personalities of most swordsmen are completely different from those of the best archers.
However, even though he couldn't see the opponent's long bow clearly, the opponent's gesture of raising the bow and shooting at that moment, and the flowing continuous shots, made him feel an unusual sense of smoothness and beauty.
This man has put in countless years of hard work on bows and arrows.
There was a soft clang on the bow.
It sounded a bit harsh and made many people's hearts shrink, but no new arrows appeared.
Even the long bow was put away by Wei Guanxing at an alarming speed.
The coolness that fell on the red Taoist's back just floated out from the red Taoist's waist and flew towards Wei Guanxing.
Wei Guanxing took a deep breath.
He nodded in salute to the Taoist priest in red.
He could kill the Taoist in red, but although it was said that he was an evil star who drowned more than three thousand horse thieves with just a thought, he was not easy to kill.
From the very beginning, this red-dressed Taoist's point of view was just to serve as a worshiper and do things for others.
The Taoist in red landed on his feet.
Before landing, he had time to adjust the flow of true energy in his body.
So not even a trace of muddy water was splashed.
The rain and mud that fell on him during the battle were all shaken out of his body by a gentle force.
"I lost, take Shen Kun away."
The Taoist in red sheathed his sword, nodded quietly in salute, and spoke extremely simply without any nonsense.
"Thanks!"
Wei Guanxing thanked him seriously and said: "Actually, in this kind of battle, I still have a slight advantage, but it is not necessarily fair."
Lin Yi turned his head and looked at Wei Guanxing with the eyes of a monster.
Wei Guanxing's power was so powerful that he was still a little numb at this moment, but the other party had already said that he would be released, so why did he still say such nonsense, and he had the upper hand?
The Taoist in red also had a look of surprise in his eyes, and said: "Why do you say this?"
"Because I saw from the beginning that you are a practitioner of Tianxin Guan. I know your identity and some of Tianxin Guan's methods, but you don't know who I am." Wei Guanxing said.
"That makes some sense, but not hiding it is my problem, not yours."
The Taoist in red shook his head without concealing it, then looked at Wei Guanxing and said: "You win today but don't kill me. No matter who you are, I will never fight you again in the future."
"That's pretty much it."
Lin Yi made a judgment in his heart. Looking at the Taoist in red, he felt more and more pleasing to the eye.
The words of the red-robed Taoist obviously meant that he would not say thank you for his kindness.
Shen Kun was unusually silent at this time.
He had previously criticized the red-robed Taoist, but now he also felt that the red-robed Taoist was good. In the battle just now, he could vaguely guess who saved him.