Although these warriors in the Qi Palace are carefully selected masters, He Ligang inspected the pottery figurines a second ago and vowed to say that they were all dead statues. How could they have expected that they would suddenly come back to life
And these pottery figurines are quick and accurate, and they work closely together, just like a strictly trained army.
So that they can avoid a pair of knives, but they can't avoid spears and halberds in other directions.
Before they died, all the 18th generations of He Li's ancestors had been scolded. It was this pig teammate who harmed others.
Seeing that half of his subordinates died on the spot almost in the blink of an eye, Zhao Ruizhi was furious: "Looking for death!"
An incomparable coercion dissipated, and at the same time a golden light appeared. Everyone hadn't seen what was going on. The terracotta warriors and horses within more than ten feet of it had shattered to the ground.
"This guy is indeed very strong." Mili's voice rang in Zuan's ear, and he could clearly feel the solemnity of his tone.
Zuan smiled bitterly: "Auntie, you are only reacting now, I've realized this a long time ago."
Mili snorted and ignored him.
The remaining members of the Qi Palace hurried to Zhao Ruizhi's side. Although everyone knew that the emperor might not let them go, at least that was the next thing. Now the terracotta warriors and horses are killing them.
As for the corpse of his companion, no one can care about it now, and even Zhao Ruizhi looks solemnly at the black terracotta warriors and horses in the distance.
Only Zuan didn’t care about the terracotta warriors and horses. After all, everyone was considered old friends. His gaze fell on the corpses of the deceased King Qi, and he couldn’t help but ask suspiciously: "Master Meiren, do you think These people have a little blood?"
"It is indeed a little bit. It seems that their blood was absorbed by the ground as soon as it came out." Mili said suspiciously, "But it's normal for this kind of dry ground to have such a phenomenon."
"I hope I think too much." Zu An's heart cast a shadow.
At this moment, there was a roaring sound in the distance, and everyone's expressions changed because they heard that it was the footsteps of the army.
Such uniformity is obviously a characteristic of the iron-blooded strong army, and the sound of these footsteps even vaguely resonates with the world, which proves that they have been recognized by the world.
Rao is Zhao Ruizhi, who also retreats subconsciously.
No matter how strong he is, he is still incapable of dealing with an army with a complete range of arms.
At this moment, behind the black terracotta warriors and horses, a phalanx stopped and then opened a bow and set an arrow. Almost instantly a large swath of bows and arrows were thrown from the sky like a torrential rain, accompanied by a stern sound of breaking through the air. It can be seen how powerful they are.
Zhao Ruizhi didn't dare to neglect, stretched out his hand and slowly opened it above his head, a golden light mask formed from above his head, covering everyone in it.
Zuan Bi Linglong is still useful if he keeps it. As for those in the Qi Palace, he may still need these cannon fodder to explore this secret realm later, and he has no plans to give up for the time being.
Of course, he is not so stupid as to protect these people to death. Once the situation is wrong, he will decisively shrink the scope of the golden shield to save his skills.
Those densely packed arrows shot on the golden mask and were bounced to both sides, as if the golden mask was extremely slippery.
Mili's voice sounded: "Learn to learn, he didn't hardly connect those arrows frontally, but used the least force to change the direction of the arrows and move them aside, so that the consumption is minimal. High-level practitioners Apart from the difference in cultivation base, the use of power is the biggest difference from the low-level practitioners. Most of your power is wasted on weekdays."
"Yeah, I understand." Zuan nodded.
"It's so easy to understand?" Mili was a little suspicious. Originally wanted to take this opportunity to show the other party's sense of being a master, but the other party didn't cooperate at all, making her feel like a punch in the air.
"Of course, I didn't know how many these theories were in online novels before." Zuan replied casually.
Mili: "..."
Having been with this guy for so long, he naturally knows that his way of thinking is different from that of people in this world, and there will always be words that have never been heard before.
Well, wait for an opportunity to ask him what that online novel is.
The rain of arrows covered the sky and the sun before, but it was all blocked by Zhao Ruizhi's protective cover. Seeing only a few sparse bows and arrows left in the air, he snorted coldly: "But so!"
Mili chuckled secretly: "This guy is also a dead duck with a hard mouth."
Zuan puzzled: "What do you mean?"
"It is difficult for a single practitioner to fight the army, because there are countless practitioners in the army, and there are special formations that can greatly increase attack and defense. It's a hedgehog. Even though the emperor has successfully blocked it, how can it be so easy? Didn't you notice that the surrounding mask is much dimmer than at the beginning?"
Zuan saw that this was really the case, and there were still faint cracks in a few places, but the others were amazed at the emperor's supernatural skills, where they noticed these details.
At this moment, a pottery figurine in the far camp who was obviously much taller than the other companions jumped into a carriage, and then opened a huge bow. The arrow in his hand was shining with pitch-black light, and then it instantly turned into a black one. Lightning and closing his eyes one after another, the huge jet-black arrow had already hit the center of the golden mask.
Zi Zi Zi!
There were bursts of sharp and harsh sounds, as if two pieces of rough metal were rubbing together.
I saw the dark arrow spinning frantically, and the light mask hit by the arrow was visibly recessed.
Zhao Ruizhi's face turned red all of a sudden, and then folded his hands in front of his chest, pinching a group of golden energy, and slowly pushing the arrow back.
The crazily spinning arrow finally couldn't bear it, and with a bang, it broke directly from inch to inch, and was bombarded by the aftermath of the countershock.
Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, when a pitch-black arrow whizzed out, and it shot at the same place as the previous arrow.
Now even the people in the Qi Palace noticed that moment, the surrounding golden shield was instantly covered with traces of cracks.
Zu An secretly smacked his tongue: "What is the origin of the terracotta warriors and horses, who actually forced the emperor to this point by shooting arrows?"
Mili looked over there in a daze, before hearing the words, he said with a complex expression: "That's Wang Jian who helped Da Qin destroy the six kingdoms and dominate the world."
"Wang Jian?" Zu'an was taken aback, how could he not know this person's prestigious name? "In what state is he now, the soul body or the undead zombie?"
Mili shook his head: "I don't know, anyway, Wang Jian's cultivation is no less than Zhao Hao, but his current aura seems to be weaker than that of his peak period."
At this moment, the third arrow shot over again, directly hitting the second arrow, the second arrow burst open, and then the third arrow carried the power of breaking bamboo, and instantly broke through the wind and rain protective shield.
Zhao Ruizhi folded his hands together and directly clamped the black streamer, and then shook his palms and folded the bow and arrow into two.
He looked relaxed on the surface, but Zuan noticed a slight tremor in his sleeve where he was holding his hand.
Seeing that the general was about to fire again, Zhao Ruizhi's eyes flashed, and then the whole person rushed towards the opponent like a cannonball. Of course, he understood the principle of capturing the thief first and capturing the king. The other party flew a kite to death.
According to the common sense of the spiritual world, those who are good at long-range must not be good at close combat. As long as the distance is close, he has the confidence to kill the opponent.
As long as the main general is killed, the rest of these weird troops may be self-defeating.
Seeing him rushing, many terracotta warriors and horses lined up directly in front of Wang Jian. Their defenses can be described as rock solid, but it is a pity that a meteorite came on the opposite side!
"Go away!" Zhao Ruizhi yelled, without mercy, almost instantly, the terracotta warriors and horses blocking him all fell apart.
The general on the carriage opened a bow and shot at him again, but now Zhao Ruizhi doesn't have to go head-on, it's a bit difficult to be shot with his body.
Sending three arrows in a row, all failed, and he had no time to shoot the fourth arrow.
A grinning smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Ruizhi's mouth, and he slashed the opponent's Tianling cover with a big hand. He shot at such a close distance with all his strength, confident that he could solve the opponent within a few tricks.
But at this moment, the air beside him suddenly cracked, and a pitch-black sickle appeared out of thin air, cutting his neck silently.