The moonlight is thin and the night wind is extremely high.
Yang Yu stood on the tree trunk, his clothes blown back by the wind.
But his hand was still very steady, and arrows flew past his hand quickly, whizzing away with bursts of sound piercing the air.
The bow opens to the full moon.
A chain of arrows!
Although he could not see the night as day after the Qi and blood entered the Niwan, his five senses were far superior to those of ordinary people. The wasteland under the night wind was almost invisible in his eyes.
The balance system of the Ming Dynasty was mainly based on Jin, Jun and Shi.
One jun weighs thirty kilograms, one stone weighs four jun, and Liu Wenpeng's bow is a nine-stone bow. Even among the Qingzhou Army, it is among the strongest bows.
With Liu Wenpeng's martial arts skills, he could only fire his bow nine times in a short period of time, otherwise his arms would tremble and he would lose his accuracy.
Yang Yu has the strength of nine bulls and two tigers. Although pulling the bow will put a physical load on him, he is far more relaxed and comfortable than Liu Wenpeng. He just lacks internal energy and cannot shoot the 'Four Elephant Arrows'.
But despite this, it is enough to deal with these bandits.
咻咻咻~
The fierce sound of breaking through the air almost filled the air.
Almost every arrow struck was followed by a scream. No matter whether he was hiding behind a bush or falling to the ground, he was almost unable to resist the ghostly arrows flying towards him.
The combination of powerful strength and superhuman five senses allowed Yang Yu to suppress hundreds of bandits fleeing in the wilderness with just one bow.
There are also those with crossbows among these fierce bandits, but how can ordinary crossbows have any lethality if they can shoot hundreds of feet?
He barely had time to shoot one or two arrows before he was killed one by one by Yang Yu condescendingly!
"ah!"
The ghostly arrows nailed one gangster to the ground. Blood spattered and the other man was stunned to death.
Seeing the man bending his bow and setting an arrow again, he almost lost his courage.
"Did he kill Yuchilong with a cold arrow?"
In the shadows, the middle-aged scribe was sweating coldly.
The previous arrow, which killed two people, was still powerful and grazed his face, almost knocking off his ears.
Once hit by such a strong bow, he would almost die.
"No wonder the Ming Dynasty did not ban weapons, but it banned bows and crossbows..."
Yang Yu's heart couldn't help but ripples as he bent his bow and set an arrow again and again.
When it comes to killing people alone, swords are far inferior to bows and crossbows. A strong martial artist and a strong bow can form an army by one person.
Yang Prison even felt that if he was given enough arrows and these bandits did not flee in all directions, then their number would be ten times greater.
He can kill them all.
However, this is just a thought.
Even if he had the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, he would not be able to pull the nine-stone bow a thousand times in a short period of time, and these bandits would definitely fight to the death.
"Straight bitch! Let me see how many arrows you can shoot!"
The one-armed bandit's one eye was red, and he saw the screams coming one after another, and finally couldn't hold it any longer.
When he came out this time, he brought with him all the elites from his village, and many of them were good players who had changed their blood.
Hearing the screams one after another, his heart was almost bleeding.
"Roar!"
A muffled sound like the roar of a tiger exploded from its belly.
In an instant, his inner energy had reached its peak, his whole body was as red as blood, and his already burly body actually grew by as much as a foot.
boom!
With a heavy step under his feet, a large amount of mud and sand flew up.
He bowed fiercely and rushed out like an evil tiger pouncing on its prey. He danced wildly with his sword and seemed to cut away the airflow in front of him.
In just a few steps, he had already jumped dozens of feet.
He roared ferociously and rushed towards Yang Prison.
At the same time, the other bandit leaders who were dodging in embarrassment also suddenly jumped up. All of them had their blood energy aroused, and they either wandered close to the ground or rushed forward wildly.
They all rushed over.
"You idiot! Grandpa must kill you!"
The bald man also jumped up, wielding his ax wildly to protect his vitals, and roared like a bull before charging towards Yang Prison.
"Kill the archer!"
"Charge! Kill him!"
"He's just one person, rush up, kill him, kill him!"
Seeing many leaders charging suddenly and being shot by arrows, many bandits were also inspired to become ferocious.
They all roared and rushed towards Yang Prison.
"Are you brave enough to die?"
Seeing a group of fierce bandits charging towards him, Yang Yu's eyes turned cold, he stepped lightly and jumped down from the old tree.
Xilulu~
The yellow gelding, which had been waiting impatiently for a long time, let out a long neigh.
"call!"
Urging his horse to gallop, Yang Yu bent his bow and arrow at the same time to avoid the many bandit leaders rushing towards him at extremely fast speeds. His arrows never left the ordinary bandits.
His internal energy was too thin to activate the Four Elephant Arrows, so he naturally chose to kill these ordinary bandits first.
"This feeling doesn't seem bad."
Yang Yu spurred his horse forward, darting back and forth across the wasteland. Every time he drew his bow and drew an arrow, a bandit would scream in agony.
Neither the night nor the strong wind seemed to be able to block his sight and aim.
To the horror of the bandits, he shot dozens of arrows in a row without any loss of power or accuracy.
"He is not human!"
One person after another fell down, and finally a bandit was killed and he almost collapsed.
He wailed and threw away his sword, rolling and crawling in an attempt to escape, but the only response he received was the ruthless arrows.
咻咻咻~
Three arrows fired in unison!
"Ahhhhh!"
The bald man swung his ax angrily, but it missed the target. With a glance from the corner of his eye, the chests of the brothers following behind him were pierced and blood spattered.
"Bastard, bastard!"
The bald man was furious and his eyes were bloodshot.
"How dare you, those rats who hurt people with hidden arrows, fight us head-on!"
The other leaders were also furious.
But no matter how they roared, the only answers they received in the dark night were the neighing of horses and arrows with murderous intent.
The unprecedented powerlessness drove several people almost crazy.
"Ah! Rat, rat!"
The one-armed bandit was almost driven crazy with anger. He exerted all his strength and kept going wildly.
With his inner energy raging, he was as fast as a galloping horse. At this time, without leaving any room, he quickly closed the distance between them.
Soon, he saw Yang Yu riding his horse, drawing his bow and arrows again and again.
"Kill, kill!"
The bandit leaders who surrounded him from all directions were all furious, roaring madly, roaring and charging towards him.
"call!"
Yang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out his hand to touch, but it was all empty and all the arrows were missed.
"He's out of arrows!"
A thought flashed in the mind of the one-armed bandit, and his expression suddenly became more ferocious. With a roar, the long knife in his palm turned into a silver-white sword.
He slashed straight at Yang Yu, who was ten feet away and seemed a little stunned because he didn't touch the arrow.
How ferocious a marksman with perfect shots is, and how miserable he will be when he gets close!
With this blow, the one-armed bandit and even the bandit leader who surrounded him from all over seemed to have seen the panic of this damn sharp archer.
And a tragic end.
But the next moment, their hearts suddenly jumped.
I saw that under the faint moonlight and the light of the sword, there was no trace of panic on the face of the sharp archer, and there was even a touch of sarcasm on his face.
"What? Does he have a back-up plan?"
The one-armed bandit was shocked.
But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. His sword had already unleashed all the inner energy in his body. The tiger was roaring and his blood was boiling. There was absolutely no possibility of taking it back.
"call!"
The fierce sword light came with murderous intent.
The yellow gelding almost became furious, but Yang Yu remained calm and hung the fine iron bow on the horse's back, letting the light of the sword come across ten feet.
Just applied it from the waist!
Clang!
The sound of a knife echoed in the night sky, and the cold and terrifying murderous intention was like the moonlight, covering everything in an instant.
The one-armed bandit felt a chill in his heart and tingling pain all over his body, as if his vital points were being pressed against by thousands of long knives at the same time.
An unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly exploded in his heart!
"What?!"
The one-armed bandit's eyes were splitting, but he couldn't see anything.
That blade of light occupied his entire field of view like a crescent moon!
How can it be?!
At this moment, great shock and horror filled his heart.
His archery skills are almost perfect, and his strong bow and hard arrow can penetrate the skull within a hundred feet.
Who would have thought that his sword skills are actually better than his archery skills!
laugh!
The next moment, his eyes were filled with blood, and there was a rustling sound in his ears, as if blood was being spilled again.
"You really think I can only shoot arrows..."
The moment the heavy object fell to the ground and endless darkness descended, he heard a roar from the distance and a vague sneer in front of him.
Plop!
In the blood mist that filled the sky, the headless body hit the ground heavily, and it seemed to hit everyone's heart!
All the bandits, including the bald man, were stunned.
Except for a few people, most people didn't even see what happened.
I felt the boss draw his sword and roar at him. The sword flashed and his head was chopped off.
"how come?!"
All the bandits felt their hearts go cold and their bodies lost all warmth. They looked at the drifting blood mist and seemed to be dumbfounded.
It was not until I saw Yang Yu urging his horse to come that I woke up from a dream.
At this moment, it was obvious that everyone had different choices.
The bald man brandished his axe, and charged at them ferociously, while the rest of them whined and fled like defeated dogs.
And more bandits were frightened and started scurrying around like headless flies.
Qiang~
The light of the sword swung the ax high into the air, and it swept across it without losing any strength.
laugh!
Douda's bald head was thrown into the air, blood splattering.
Yang Yu stretched his muscles and bones, straddled the horse and brandished his sword, and the people took advantage of the horse power and chased him away.
A man without courage is worse than a rat!
Yang Yu stood on horseback alone, and dozens of bandits ran away crying, but no one had the courage to turn around and fight with him.
Just one person, one horse, one bow and one sword.
…
"This donor is so fierce!"
Looking at the wasteland that was littered with blood and blood, an old monk wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a hundred-fold robe clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"Amitabha."
The thin novice monk clasped his hands together, but there was light rolling in his eyes.
"It's a pity that killing is just a small skill, and observing the precepts is the great way!"
The old monk noticed something and shook his head slightly:
"Su Ming, do you recognize this donor?"
"The disciple's worldly connections were cut off by him."
Su Ming whispered.
"This is your fate with him!"
The old monk smiled slightly and said:
"If you find the 'Jialan Relic' during this trip, I will allow you to find him and end your relationship."
"Everything is empty, where can the fate come from?"
Su Ming sighed slightly:
"Donor Yang has a heroic heart, so he should do as he pleases. There is no resentment in the disciple's heart, so how can he say that he will end the relationship?"
His face was calm, but his heart was silent.
According to the rules of Lanke Temple, if there was no donor Yang, maybe he would have to break off the secular relationship with his own hands, right?
"good!"
The old monk nodded and smiled:
"That's a great thing to say! Su Ming, you really have wisdom. Maybe I will rely on you as my teacher for this trip."