After saying this last sentence, Zhong Yu had no intention of playing language games with a few people. He turned around, waved his hand, and ordered the surrounding knights to start attacking.
Several generals and secret guards who received the signal from their Emperor set up their bows one after another, raised their arrows, and aimed their arrows at the six people below, looking for their flaws so that they could take advantage of the opportunity.
One after another, sharp and cold arrows pointed at themselves, making the six people below who were receiving countless malicious thoughts tremble in their hearts.
If they are just some ordinary people's bows and arrows, they are weak and unable to see the target at a distance. Naturally, they have no threat to these fourth-level experts.
But if it were replaced by each of them having deep internal strength and practicing the killing skills for an unknown amount of time, each of them would treat killing as if they were eating and drinking. They were extremely familiar with it and would have become instinctive martial arts masters long ago.
Then they can't despise it no matter what, not to mention that there are masters at the same level as them, and they can't relax.
At this moment, there are more than a hundred archers on the cliff, and they are no longer just remote harassment. Instead, the arrows of death are hiding in the dark, waiting for their own negligence to take away their lives.
"Tick tock, tick tock."
Drop after drop of sweat fell from the foreheads of these six people, crossing their eyes, making them sour and unbearable. The drops of salty sweat were constantly stimulating them, telling them how tired their bodies were and how tense their spirits were at the moment.
However, despite being so unbearable, their bodies remained motionless, not moving at all.
That's because they know that at this moment, countless cold arrows around them are pointing at them, waiting for them to reveal any flaws. If they made the slightest move, they would be greeted by a swarm of arrows that might turn them into a hornet's nest.
The entire air froze, and the stalemate atmosphere lingered in everyone's mind, lingering.
Finally, the Six-Fingered Black Man, who had just been seriously injured and had not recovered yet. Before getting a good rest, and experiencing another confrontation, my body finally couldn't bear it anymore, and I moved a little.
At this moment, several flaws appeared. Zhao Yun and others, who had been staring at him for a long time, loosened the iron bows that had been bent for a long time.
"Whizzing!"
Several sounds of arrows leaving the bowstring were heard, and each exquisitely crafted crossbow arrow flew away from the bowstring, running towards the Six-Fingered Black Man. The sharp arrow cut through the air, and the arrow rain at the tail trembled slightly, seeming to provide it with more power.
The six-fingered black man watched helplessly as several arrows came towards him. The arrows seemed to become extremely slow in his eyes, and he could clearly see them every time he cut through the air. Time seems to stop at this moment and slow down.
It is said that before facing inevitable danger, the brain will operate rapidly, the vision will be extremely slow, and everything will seem to slow down.
But the body, because the mind knows that all this is happening, but cannot keep up, can only accept this fate helplessly, making every common-sense person's eyes wide open, eyeballs protruding, and a look of death without a name.
The six-fingered black man in front of him was like this. He saw it with his eyes and sensed the threat in his mind. Everything was clearly reflected in his mind, forming a subtle picture.
But the exhausted body is like a broken car, unable to continue running at full power. Although he tried hard to avoid it, his speed was not slower than ordinary people, but very fast. In modern society, he would be at the level of a superman.
And he also tried his best to release the little internal energy left in his body. The black inner force around his body was as black as ink, as if it were dark night, making it difficult to see the scene inside the black mist.
But a superb archery master never relies solely on his eyes to aim. They know how to judge by sound, changes in wind direction, and various factors that are difficult for ordinary people to observe, to target the enemy they need to deal with.
Not to mention, Zhao Yun and others had clearly seen the specific location of the Six-Fingered Black Man before. There was already a clear impression in his mind, and he also had a prediction for the Six-Fingered Black Man's next actions.
That's enough for them to perform a masterful and precise shot, and it's time to perform the real art!
Although the Six-Fingered Black Man tried his best to avoid the incoming arrows as much as possible. But the body, which is slowed down by pain and fatigue, cannot escape completely.
The ruthless arrows still cut through his body and penetrated his body. The cold and sharp arrows kept cutting at the fresh muscles in his wounds with his movements.
What made him even more unbearable was that these arrows were not ordinary arrows, but specially made ones. After being shot into his body, the arrow shaft in the middle exploded violently, split into countless thin strands, and pierced firmly into every muscle in his body.
Every time I move, it's like there are countless fine needles pricking my body. The sour and refreshing taste, let alone endure it, can feel sour in the teeth and shiver when I experience it myself or tell others about it.
But at this moment, the Six-Fingered Black Man experienced this feeling that others would be afraid of just thinking about it easily, and he was extremely considerate.
Afraid that one arrow would not be enough, the people on the cliff gave him a few more. A total of six arrows were stuck in his body, which seemed like nothing to the six-fingered black man's tall body in black robes.
But what the specific situation is, only benevolent people have different opinions and wise people have different opinions.
Anyway, Six Finger Black Man, he felt very uncomfortable at the moment and the situation was very bad. Pain, uncontrollable pain, the whole body seemed not to be his own, and it was unbearable to even move.
The kind that covers every trace of flesh and blood and meridians on his body, and the thin threads that are constantly painting his bones, bringing out waves of tremors that penetrate deep into his soul.
At this moment, even he, a man who was always known for his toughness, couldn't bear it. He hummed softly in his throat, but stopped immediately. Because there was an arrow stuck in his lungs, and the entire lungs were controlled by countless filaments. Every breath and every sound he made was a kind of torture.
And the arrow, which had been coated with the secret poison long before it was shot, also began to play its due role and stepped onto its second stage at this moment.
The wounds around the arrows, the originally tender and bright red muscles, were contaminated by the arrows and turned into a pitch black color. The muscles also became swollen, and yellow-white pus gradually formed around them.
The arrows shot on the meridians are even more difficult to control. The blood flowing along the meridians brings the venom on the arrows to all parts of the body, corroding the entire body.
From the outside, the Six-Fingered Black Man's entire body was poisoned and turned blue. His body was swollen and his movements became stiffer. He looked like he was about to die soon.
(End of chapter)