Everyone was stunned and had no idea what was going on.
Zhao Bing was ready to make a final stand, but a flash of light appeared in front of his eyes. He looked at the green-faced man again and saw that the knife in his hand had already fallen to the ground. A hole as big as a bowl had been blown out of his chest. The hole was smooth and clean, and you could see his back from his chest...
Farther away, in front of Xu Meng, the twenty or thirty men with ferocious faces who were about to rush over were now completely cleared out in a line. Five or six men who were running in a straight line just now fell off their horses. The whole team was in a panic, with people shouting and horses neighing, and they were completely scared.
“You… you…” The green-faced man was not dead yet. Instead, he was spitting blood. He stretched out his shaking hands and pointed at Yan Liqiang. The expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost. “Eight… Eighth Heaven…”
Only then did Zhao Bing suddenly turn around and look at Yan Liqiang, and then Zhao Bing was also stunned.
Yan Liqiang at this time had a dignified appearance, and the spiritual energy and energy between heaven and earth were rushing towards him crazily. On his body, the vision of advancing to the eighth level of Archery was appearing behind him. The light and shadow of the white war bow representing the first level of Archery, the light and shadow of the gray war bow representing the second level of Archery, the light and shadow of the black war bow representing the third level of Archery… all the way to the light and shadow of the purple war bow representing the seventh level of Archery, which appeared behind Yan Liqiang one by one like a peacock spreading its tail, unfolding one after another, with a magnificent scene.
Feeling the light and shadow behind him, Mao Taishun, who had just fallen to the ground, also got up from the ground with needles, turned his head, and then was shocked - the green-faced man just threw a dart, which hit Mao Taishun right in the heart. What the green-faced man didn't know was that Mao Taishun had a heart guard he bought hanging on his heart, so he was not pierced by the dart.
Not only Mao Taishun, but Zuo Yuquan also crawled up. There was also an arrow stuck in Zuo Yuquan's heart, but the reason why Zuo Yuquan was still alive was exactly the same as Mao Taishun's. When Mao Taishun bought a heart guard that day, he also bought one for his own life. He didn't expect that it would really save his life today.
None of these people had ever seen the vision of advancing to the eighth level of Kyudo. At this moment, everyone was looking at the solemn and sacred vision that appeared behind Yan Liqiang, and they were all trembling in their hearts and speechless.
After the lights and shadows of the seven war bows of different colors unfolded one after another, they became as brilliant as a rainbow. Then, the lights and shadows of the war bows began to overlap and close one by one. Seven lights and shadows became six, six became five, and so on. In the end, all the lights and shadows merged into one, becoming a burning golden giant bow. Then, the light and shadow of the giant bow sank into Yan Liqiang’s body...
Just when everyone thought that the strange phenomenon of the skill had ended, suddenly, a round of light and shadow like a scorching sun rose above Yan Liqiang's head, illuminating the surrounding grass with a pale light. Jia Lang was almost blinded by the light and could only shield his eyes with his hands. The light and shadow continued to rise, like a waterfall flowing backwards, rushing straight into the sky, rising to a height of several hundred meters. The light and shadow of the scorching sun suddenly exploded, revealing a "king" pattern in the air like the forehead of a tiger...
“There is a sun above my head, and a king is in the sun. This… This is the vision of advancing to the Martial King…” Mao Taishun muttered to himself as he watched, and he felt as if his brain was going numb. He had never seen the vision of advancing to the eighth level of Kyudo before, and he was a little confused, not sure what it was. But he had heard of the vision of advancing to the Martial King, but he did not expect to see it here.
The "王" character pattern and the light and shadow that shot up into the sky suddenly rushed down like a waterfall and all sank into the top of Yan Liqiang's head. Then Yan Liqiang opened his eyes. His eyes were shining and the aura on his body was like a mountain and a sea.
“Eighth Heaven… Wu… King Wu…” The green-faced man riding on the rhinoceros dragon horse glanced at Yan Liqiang, his face pale and blood spurting out of his mouth. He fell off the horse’s back all of a sudden and was silent no more.
I guess this guy never figured out until his death why you, a seventh-level martial arts master, would play this kind of game with him...
Seeing their boss fall, the people on horseback in the distance finally reacted. Damn it, they thought they had caught a fat sheep, but this was not a fat sheep at all, it was clearly a thousand-year-old monster that eats people without leaving any bones...
"Brothers, run..." The man with the blindfold howled like a ghost, then turned his horse around and ran away.
But at this moment, Yan Liqiang would never let those bastards slip away from his sight.
Feeling the new power filling his body, Yan Liqiang's eyes focused, he stretched out his hand, pulled out a half-man-high wild grass from beside him, and with a flick of his hand, the wild grass shot towards the people in the chaos like an arrow. When it got close, the wild grass suddenly turned into more than 20 pieces of broken leaves, which scattered all at once. Only a whooshing sound was heard, and those who were still riding on the horses screamed, and fell off their horses, covering their bleeding necks and throats. In the blink of an eye, they were wiped out, leaving only 20 or 30 rhinoceros horses circling in place, but there was no one on the horse's back.
In Yan Liqiang's hands at this moment, the broken grass leaves were no less than a steel knife for cutting one's throat.
Yan Liqiang, who had advanced to the rank of Martial King, killed more than 20 bandits with just one piece of wild grass...
The grassland suddenly became quiet, just because there were twenty or thirty dead bodies around, and a strong smell of blood gradually filled the air.
Except for Yan Liqiang, the other people felt that the scene in front of them was so unreal at this time.
“Brother Wang…you…you…” Zuo Yuquan swallowed, but felt his throat dry and couldn’t speak at all.
Seeing the looks in Zuo Yuquan's eyes, Yan Liqiang smiled and said, "Please forgive me, I came to Gulang Grassland this time to undergo a special training. I must suppress my strength and not expose it. I didn't mean to hide it!"
“Uh uh uh…” Everyone nodded stupidly. The few who were injured seemed not to feel the pain in their bodies at this time.
Yan Liqiang looked at everyone. They seemed to be waiting for him to speak. There was no other way. In front of a newly promoted Martial King, Zuo Yuquan and his men, no matter how thick-skinned they were, dared not act like before. In this world, absolute strength can bring absolute respect and status, which is more effective than anything else. Yan Liqiang looked at the corpses on the ground and shook his head gently. "Well... let's just follow the old rules. See what these people have and search them. Don't waste it..."
After hearing what Yan Liqiang said, everyone started to move...
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At dawn, Yuquan and his five men, driving dozens of rhinoceros horses, saw the gate of Baishi Pass from afar. However, Yan Liqiang was no longer in the team. In the team, there was a lot of spoils of war. Not to mention the horses and swords, the things they found from the green-faced man alone included tens of thousands of taels of silver notes and the contract for nearly a thousand acres of grassland and land...
It was not until the bodies of those people were searched that Zuo Yuquan discovered their identities. They were a group of bandits who were notorious in the northwest and whose leader was called the Green-Faced Ghost.
But after last night, this group of Green-Faced Ghosts became history forever.
Thinking about what happened last night, everyone felt like they were dreaming.
The group quickly returned to the interior of the country just as daybreak approached.
As soon as he returned to the pass, Yan Liqiang clasped his fists to several people and said, "Everyone, my training is completed, and I will take my leave now. See you again someday if we have the chance..." After that, Wuyun Gaixue let out a long hiss, let go of his feet, and disappeared from everyone's sight with Yan Liqiang in a moment.
Everyone was riding on their rhinoceros horses, looking leisurely in the direction where Yan Liqiang disappeared. No one spoke for a long time.
"Brother Mao, what do you think is the identity of Brother Wang?" A few minutes after Yan Liqiang left, Zuo Yuquan spoke in a long, low voice and quietly asked Mao Taishun beside him.
Mao Taishun turned around and glanced at Zuo Yuquan after hearing what Zuo Yuquan said, then lowered his voice, "I was just thinking that Brother Wang must have changed his appearance, but he can't be that old. Think about it, Brother Zuo, not to mention his martial arts skills, how many people in the entire Han Empire can you name who have reached the peak of the seventh level of archery? I'm afraid that the four major sects can't find many, let alone such a young one..."
Zuo Yuquan's eyes lit up slightly, and he guessed what Mao Taishun meant, "Brother Mao, what you mean is..."
Mao Taishun smiled and shook his head. "I don't mean anything. Anyway, we will know in the future. As long as someone shows off his eighth-level skill in archery, it will spread throughout the Han Empire. This time, it's really our luck and fortune..."
Zuo Yuquan nodded...
"Well... well... Brother Wang hasn't divided the money and the land deeds yet?" Jia Lang's voice suddenly came.
Everyone turned to look at Jia Lang, each with a strange look in their eyes.
"Well...did I say something wrong?" Jia Lang scratched his head and asked weakly.
"Jia Lang, are you stupid..." Mao Taishun shook his head and smiled, "Keep these things. We'll divide them up when we get to Yingwei County. They're still useful to us. As for Brother Wang, with his cultivation, he can have as many of these things as he wants. If he doesn't want them, someone will give them to him. Why would he care about these little things..."
The silent Zhao Bing suddenly said, "After I recover from my injuries this time, I will also settle down in Qiyun County and live a stable life for a few years like Jia Lang!"
"What? You don't want to be a ranger anymore?" Zuo Yuquan asked Zhao Bing.
"No, anyway, the experience and knowledge I gained from this trip to Gulang Grassland will be enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life. When I have a child, I can tell him that when his father was a ranger, he was on good terms with a martial arts master who had reached the eighth level of archery. Together, we drank and ate meat and chopped off the heads of the Shatu and Heijie people..." Zhao Bing said lazily, "If I die, I won't be able to brag about this anymore, so I want to live well!"
"Haha, Zhao Bing said everything I was thinking..." Xu Meng chuckled.
(End of this chapter)