Da Feng Ling led the remaining companions and launched a charge.
Hot blood filled his eyes, anger rushed straight to his forehead, Da Feng Ling roared crazily, and every pore in his body was spitting out hot air.
how so? How could there be such a big loss? The intelligence of the Ten Days Kingdom is very detailed. Among Ji Hao's group, there are only two great witches, Yu Mu and Feng Xing, and it has only been three to five years since they were promoted to great witches. The companions brought by Da Feng Ling can easily defeat them. Kill them all.
As long as Ji Hao and his group who were escorting the Wushan tribe to open up new territories were killed, the 30,000 people of the Wushan tribe would be the ones who instigated Da Feng Ling to launch the attack. They would tacitly grant Da Feng Ling the benefits.
Thirty thousand Wushan tribesmen who are proficient in ore mining and casting are a huge wealth. Dafeng Ling has even secretly contacted the slave traders of the Yu tribe. As long as he succeeds, he will use a secret channel Sell these Wushan clan members out.
but…
The great ancestral spirit is above, and all the free wind spirits in the world bear witness to Da Feng Ling. Feng Xing has already fallen to the ground crookedly. He was lucky enough to avoid Da Feng Ling's fatal arrow. That was the last time he left. -transport.
Why did Feng Xing fight back indiscriminately like a dog jumping over the wall after falling, and actually directly killed one of Da Feng Ling's brothers
The young man who was shot in the head by an arrow and could not even use the tyrannical vitality of the great witch was able to recover. He was the direct cousin of Dafeng Ling and the son of Dafeng Ling's uncle. He had been extremely close to Dafeng Ling since he was a child, and he was also highly valued by the Dafeng Department. young heroes.
In Pusang, Da Feng Ling's brother had even been selected into the personal guard of Emperor Shun, commanding a group of hundreds of elite archers. This time, Da Feng Ling secretly took him away from Pusaka to carry out the sniper mission assigned to them by the elder.
Instead of killing someone, he was killed by someone. Da Feng Ling could not imagine how he would explain to his uncle, let alone how to deal with the incoming questions from Emperor Shun and the relevant ministers.
Feeling confused, his originally stable arms began to tremble slightly. Da Feng Ling opened his strong bow and fired out waves of arrows crazily. Soon, he had two pots of arrows hanging on his sides and three pots of arrows on his back. , the two pots of arrows tied to his left and right calves have been shot empty.
With a shake of his body, the empty animal skin quiver was shattered. Da Feng Ling clapped his hand and grabbed a pot full of arrows from the palm-sized animal skin bag on his waist, and once again poured out arrows like raindrops. go out.
Arrows were like rain, with a little bit of cold light, and with a sharp roar like a ghost, they traveled towards the wind overwhelmingly, covering Yu Mu, Taisi and Shaosi. On the contrary, no one paid any attention to Elder Tieyan, who was standing in the middle of the camp, waiting for him. Dafeng Ling and the others had not yet paid attention to the elders of the Wushan tribe.
Fifteen archers with top archery skills went crazy at the same time. In just a flick of their fingers, they shot thousands of arrows. The densely packed arrows did not have any fancy, but purely followed a nearly straight trajectory, using the fastest speed. Speed, maximum strength, and the most naked murderous intention attacked everyone.
Shao Si's expression changed. She took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and protected the unconscious Tai Si behind her.
Facing such a rain of arrows, Shao Si had no confidence that she could protect Tai Si Zhouquan. She could only use her own body to block the arrows for her brother.
Feng Xing roared and cursed, and he moved around with a large afterimage, shooting arrows one after another. The arrows shot by Feng Xing collided accurately with the arrows shot by Da Feng Ling and the others. The two arrows often made a huge explosion and then died together.
But after Feng Xing shot the two hundred arrows he carried with him, the quiver he prepared was empty.
The roaring Feng Xing let out a long roar, and the witchcraft power surged in his body, quickly condensing into a blue light arrow on the bowstring. In the blink of an eye, another hundred light arrows were shot out, and then Feng Xing completely exhausted the witchcraft power in his body, sitting on the ground blankly, no longer able to move.
But the opponent had fifteen archery experts, and Da Feng Ling alone shot more than five hundred arrows at the snap of his fingers. A storm of arrows roared in, completely covering Yu Mu, Feng Xing, Tai Si, and Shao Si.
Yu Mu took a deep breath and cursed in a low voice: "Fat man, unlucky fat man... Do fat men have to be a shield?"
Opening his hands, Yu Mu took a deep breath.
With his mouth as the center, a huge vortex of air suddenly appeared. Accompanied by the terrible howling of the wind, dust flew around Yu Mu. The vegetation within a dozen miles was uprooted. The hurricane crushed the vegetation, and everyone was thinking about it. Yu Mu’s big mouth flew over.
The arrows that were fired suddenly gave up on Feng Xing, Tai Si and Shao Si, and shot towards Yu Mu like birds flying into the forest.
Because of Yu Mu's active witchcraft, the speed of these arrows was more than doubled. Each arrow was enough to penetrate the mountain. The arrows rubbed against the air rapidly, and even shot out large areas. Firelight.
"I...should the fat man block the arrow? You Dongyi bastards who only know how to hunt birds!" Yu Mu was so angry that he took out his big iron pot from nowhere and placed the big pot on his head. Above his head, he protected his face with both hands, letting thousands of arrows pierce him densely.
A layer of dense runes appeared on the large iron pot. The large iron pot used by Yu Mu to cook various weird delicacies turned out to be a very defensive witchcraft. One arrow after another smashed into pieces on the iron pot, and one rune after another continued to shatter.
Three hundred arrows disappeared in an instant, and then all the lit runes on the iron pot collapsed. The arrows penetrated the thick iron pot and hit Yu Mu's body densely.
The sound of the arrow piercing the fat flesh was heard endlessly, and large amounts of blood spurted out from Yu Mu's body. The two feet of fat on Yu Mu's body were rippling violently, and the flexible and powerful fat tried its best to offset the penetration of the arrow.
Yu Mu screamed in pain, and tears welled up in his small eyes. This guy was so painful that he cried out: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuakakacious, you bunch of wolf-hearted bastards" , Sooner or later, uncle, I will go to your Eastern Wasteland to spread the plague, so that you bastards from the Wind Department will wipe out your descendants... Wuwu, when I develop the voodoo that can wipe out your clan, I will be the first to use it on you! "
Amidst the shrill cries, the surroundings were turbulent.
Pieces of thin clouds gathered from all around, and Yu Mu's tears turned into billowing water vapor and shot up into the sky. There was also strong water vapor rising into the sky from the small river near the camp. Then a light rain fell on the head, but the rainwater that fell was dark green.
The dark green rainwater, with a faint fragrance of vegetation, gently sprinkled on Dafeng Ling and his companions.
Da Feng Ling initially didn't take it seriously and was still roaring and charging forward, but suddenly his face changed and his whole face turned a miserable green.
"Poison... extremely poisonous! Get out, get out quickly!"
Da Feng Ling screamed heartbreakingly.
(End of chapter)