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"Who is it, who did it?" The third master yelled. Although he was injured, he still had his skills. Who on earth was able to kill under the eyes of many bandits.
"Puff" another bandit had his throat slit open and fell to the ground. He was the first person to respond to the third master and said that he would cut Li Qingshan a thousand swords.
The dark forest seems to hide a terrible devil, and the terrifying shadow instantly enveloped all the bandits. No one could see who moved his hand? How did you move your hands? I don't even know if the next person to die will be me. This kind of unknown fear is the most terrifying.
In this panic, the third and fourth bandit fell to the ground, as if death's sickle was silently harvesting life.
In the cold night wind, an exquisite hunting knife, like a poisonous snake, wanders among the tall dead grass, the blade is covered with dark grass juice, and it does not reflect any light.
And tonight, there is no moon.
Standing in the dark and dense forest on the hillside, Li Qingshan looked at all this, only he could see, Xiao An was holding the hunting knife and wandering among the bandits, with an extremely angry expression on his face.
The words of these bandits have completely angered him. He has been numb and withered for a long time, and for the first time he burst out with such a strong emotion that he wants to kill all these people.
Li Qingshan saw that Xiaoan wanted to get close to the third master several times, but was prevented from returning. Xiao An is able to get close to him because he nourishes with his own anger every day.
"Ah!" "Ah!" Two screams, two more bandits died of violent death, the third master is not a waste, and shouted: "Get together, stay close together!" All bandits gathered tightly. By his side, first ensure his safety.
Many blood and vitality gathered together, like a huge flame, Xiao An couldn't get close.
Li Qingshan took a sip of the spirit wine in the gourd. "Bull Demon Power Punch" is not good at speed, and there is no so-called light skill. With the stamina of a cow and the supplement of spirit wine, he catches up all the time.
He replenished his vitality and raised the split crossbow. Now, it's time for me to do it!
With a "bang", the dark night was stunned, and from the sound alone, it could be heard that it was an extremely vigorous bowstring banging, short and beautiful, with a sharp force that cut the air.
Feather arrows came with a sharp whistling sound from the distant darkness, penetrated the chest of a bandit, and nailed the bandit behind him, killing two birds with one stone!
The moment he heard the sound of the string, the bandit had been penetrated, and all bandits had experienced a lot of battles, but none of them could react in advance. The third master knew that the arrow was faster than the sound, and the archery was this Dao masters, in Qingyang as a whole, it seems that only one person can shoot such an arrow with a bow.
No, not that person, otherwise he is dead now! The third master glanced at the injured right shoulder and thought of the kid who had forced him to this field. He had only said that he was rushed to get caught in a sneak attack, but he didn't expect that kid's archery skills were so terrifying.
In fact, Li Qingshan's archery is still not particularly accurate, and he suddenly used a heavy bow like the split stone bow at such a distance. But the bandits gathered together and didn't need to bother to aim, just shoot to the center, there is no reason for them.
"Three masters, it's the kid just now, he has caught up."
"This... This is to kill us all!"
"The arrow came from that direction, we fought him!"
"No, no, once separated..."
When they were arguing, the second arrow pierced the chest of a bandit again, and each bandit's face was distorted with fear, panicking like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The third master ordered: "This is all the ghost of that kid, rush to kill that kid together!" The bandit shouted and rushed to the hill.
Li Qingshan stood there without any scruples, and shot down with an arrow.
A feather arrow was shot out by a tight bowstring, raging in the dark, spinning through three dead leaves, piercing into the body of a bandit, and then through layers of flesh and blood, until it was stuck by the bones, it was not reconciled. Stop operation.
The huge impact of the feather arrow made the bandit too late to let out a scream. A bandit next to him stopped and looked over in horror. Before the expression of fear had dissipated, he felt a sharp pain on his head. I don't know anymore.
The interval between the arrow and the arrow is so short that the bandit’s momentum was curbed, and they hurriedly searched for a shelter, but they were too late to breathe. The weird bloodstain once again descended on their throats. Above, it's far more precise and terrifying than Lee Arrow.
Every moment, someone dies. The morale boosted by fear vents away. After recovering, he realizes that the third master has mounted a pony, rushed toward Heifengzhai, and suddenly dispersed.
Li Qingshan picked up a cracked stone bow on his back, feeling a faint pain in his arms. The power of the three stone bows was indeed extraordinary, but he couldn't support it even after firing more than a dozen arrows. He took a deep breath and took another sip of wine.
"Xiao'an, let's catch up!"
In Wo Niu Village, the villagers are still panicking, and Li Long is ordering people to collect their corpses.
"Along, how did you make it look like this?" An old and majestic voice sounded from the darkness.
Li Long shook his body: "Master, why are you here!" It was Liu Hong, the iron lion sect master of Megatron Qingyang City.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to subdue those bandits, so come and take a look." Liu Hong walked out of the darkness, his eyes were ringed, he was not angry with himself, and he wore a large Chinese robe, majestic, like a mighty lion. Look at the corpse of the bandit: "I fell out with Heifengzhai... Hey, this wasn't your hand. With such a heavy force, say, what's the matter?"
Li Long could only say one to five to ten. Liu Hong heard the words and deeds of the three masters and snorted: "How dare you not put the iron fist door and the old man in his eyes. If the old man is here, he will definitely kill him himself. The blind bear dared to turn his face with me."
When I heard Li Qingshan's move, he gave a compliment: "Good spirit, good means. How old do you think Li Qingshan is?"
"Probably, it's fifteen years old." Li Long himself was a little surprised, only when he said it himself did he remember that Li Qingshan was just a teenager.
"What, only fifteen years old!" Liu Hong was shocked. He is an old gang, not to mention a fifteen or six-year-old third-rate master, he has also seen a first-class master, but behind those heroic youths, there are big families of big sects. Shadow, at least, also has a master of martial arts.
If there is not a good master to teach, no matter how talented the gods are, they will not be able to become a climate. "You are right to reconcile with him. This Li Qingshan may be a disciple trained by a stranger. Let's follow."
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