The wind is strong at high altitude and the requirements for archers are higher.
But before the native could shoot the second arrow, Xiao Yinzi carried Sun Mo and rushed past it like lightning.
Whoosh!
Sun Mo didn't even swing his sword, he just put his sword horizontally and scratched the native's neck.
Phew! Phew!
Arrows were shot from above.
The little silver flew far away, and at this moment, the killed native's head tilted to one side, fell down, and then blood rose into the sky like a fountain.
"I feel like a European medieval knight, riding a horse to a duel!"
Sun Mo laughed at himself.
It can be regarded as relieving the mood. After all, killing someone is always uncomfortable.
Little Yinzi also seemed to like this tactic. After drawing an arc, he faced the beanstalk again and prepared for the next round of charge.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Sun Mo quickly stopped him.
My dear, the green-skinned natives have bows and arrows in their hands. Are you charging so hard because you think I didn't die quickly enough?
Sun Mo also had a stolen bow and arrow on his back, but it was too close just now and he had no time to shoot. But now it is different and he can operate it calmly.
"I don't believe these natives can be more powerful than me, Zhebie!"
Sun Mo was neither impatient nor impatient, and slowly drew his bow and arrow. This was deliberately putting psychological pressure on the other party.
The natives were yelling, not sure whether they were cursing or greeting their companions, but they were very courageous.
Seeing Sun Mo setting an arrow, they started shooting at each other without dodge.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Although the wind is strong at high altitudes, which greatly affects the accuracy, the green-skinned natives have made a living by hunting all their lives and do not need to test fire. They only need to look at the deflection of the arrows of their companions to roughly know how to adjust the advance amount.
Unfortunately, the little silver flew out of range, leaving them helpless.
"Brother Lin, what should I do?"
"My ancestors, this guy actually has a cloud?"
"What should we do? If we continue like this, we will die!"
The natives shouted, a trace of nervousness and fear appeared on their faces, and one even started to slide down the beanstalk.
"Follow me!"
Sun Mo immediately ordered.
Whoosh!
The eight-door golden lock cloud was as fast as lightning, dragging a silver tail and rushed down.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The fleeing natives were shooting arrows, but they were moving at high speed and the ground was not flat, so the hit rate was very poor. Moreover, seeing Sun Mo getting closer and closer, it became more and more anxious.
Suddenly, its hand reaching for the quiver froze because it was empty.
The arrows have run out.
"Bye-Bye!"
As Sun Mo spoke, he shot an arrow,
puff!
The arrows were like flying flowers, piercing the native's head lightly and nailing it to the beanstalk. Then, he sat on the little silver and slowly flew up.
The natives stopped talking, with desperate looks on their faces.
When Mu Qianlin saw this scene, his scalp went numb.
This human being actually has a flying cloud?
What's even more terrifying is, why does it fly so fast?
Mu Qianlin is one of the top five marksmen in the tribe. He can shoot birds in the sky with his eyes closed, so when he climbed up, he had already thought about it.
Even if Sun Mo has a big bird mount, he is not afraid. He can shoot it, but this cloud is too fast.
This was simply beyond Mu Qianlin's cognition.
Let me shoot down a cloud?
Isn't this nonsense?
Of course, the most terrifying thing is not this, but why is this human being so skilled in archery? Even in the tribe, he ranks among the top twenty.
It's enough for killing people.
Mu Qianlin had also considered before, what should he do if Sun Mo had a mount?
If you can't hit him, just retreat as a group. Anyway, we have long-range weapons, and the other party can fly but dare not get close. But now, all plans have failed.
"Brother Lin, what should I do?"
Some natives are anxious.
"..."
Mu Qianlin was silent, what can I do?
I'm desperate too!
You said you are so good at archery, why don't you get a bow? You are obviously a big-tailed wolf, pretending to be a squirrel!
If I see you carrying a longbow, I will definitely consider my actions carefully and make countermeasures.
Why!
Don’t blame yourself for not being strong enough, just blame the enemy for being too sinister!
Just when Mu Qianlin was distracted, another native was shot and killed, without even a scream, he fell directly onto the beanstalk.
Because Sun Mo sealed his throat with an arrow, it was so accurate that he naturally stopped screaming.
"Wait until he gets close and fire a volley!"
Mu Qianlin ordered.
A group of natives quickly stood firm on the bean leaves and prepared to set fire.
Sun Mo is approaching!
"shoot!"
Mu Qianlin did not take action, but waited for Sun Mo to dodge the wave of arrows before killing him.
call out!
The arrows were as fast as thunder, obviously they were shot using martial arts.
Sure enough, after it shot in front of Sun Mo, it exploded and turned into dozens of spiritual energy arrows, drowning Sun Mo.
"ah!"
Sun Mo screamed and fell off the clouds.
"died!"
The natives cheered.
"I am the strongest hunter in the Green Mist Tribe."
Mu Qianlin looked at the cloud with a smile on his face. This is a good thing. How can I get it?
Its eyes were full of possessiveness.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
A wave of arrows came whistling from bottom to top, nailing the bodies of the natives.
"Be careful, he's not... dead!"
Some natives were shot dead before they could finish shouting.
"hide!"
Mu Qianlin roared and quickly hid behind the beanstalk. At this moment, the hair on his body stood on end and he was trembling extremely.
This human being is so cunning.
He pretended to be shot in order to make him relax so that he could make a sneak attack.
Soon, Xiao Yinzi caught up with Sun Mo who fell, caught him, and flew him up again.
"Hey, I'm not dead, are you disappointed?"
Sun Mo teased.
The remaining five natives have been tortured by Sun Mo to the point where they have completely lost their temper.
"By the way, I faked my death not to find a chance to attack you, but just to tease you."
Sun Mo showed a friendly smile with eight white teeth towards Mu Qianlin: "How are you? Are you angry?"
"Go to hell!"
Mu Qianlin roared, and long arrows shot out like a swarm of meteors.
Whoosh!
Without any instructions from Sun Mo, Xiao Yinzi took Sun Mo and flew away.
"Brother Lin, think of a way quickly!"
"Isn't this guy's archery so good? He can almost catch up with Brother Lin."
After listening to the words of the two tribesmen, Mu Qianlin, who had a strong self-esteem, was furious. I am in the top five, and he is in the top twenty.
Okay, I admit that I underestimated him, top ten!
Just when this thought flashed through his mind, an arrow struck, obviously heading towards the native on the left, but suddenly changed direction and pierced into the head of the native on the right.
Plop!
The natives who had walked through the gate of hell had their legs weak and knelt on the ground.
"Archery skills?"
Mu Qianlin's eyes widened, his mouth felt dry, and his last bit of hope had been shattered. Moreover, with his eyesight, he could see that the archery skills used by this human being were very strong.
Then the question is simple, should we surrender next? Or should we surrender?