At the commanding heights on the roof, hundreds of sacred bow crossbows lined up in two rows to shoot at the intruding Feng Yingtian and Feng Yingyuan.
Although these two people are very skilled, they are more than one level or two higher than Wu Family Zhongerlang in terms of strength, but under such a rain of arrows, it is impossible to get close quickly.
The martial artist in the realm of easy bones is extremely powerful. Although it can be invulnerable to the sword, everyone has a life gate for practicing. The life gate is the most vulnerable place to the martial artist. This also caused the two of them not to dare to move forward. rush. The two dodged from side to side, while avoiding arrows with swift and unparalleled posture, they let out a sharp roar, calling the many subordinates outside the wall to rush in.
As soon as they swarmed up, the Feng family members were like tiger beasts looking for food down the mountain, with red eyes, and rushing in with endless greed.
"Kill one enemy, get one hundred gold coins; kill three enemies, get five hundred gold coins!" Feng Yingsen's voice on the wall sounded timely.
Forty or fifty people came in at once, and several of them were experts in the realm of easy bone and tendon. Wu Yun immediately felt that something was wrong.
The strength of the martial arts bow team is amazing, but when the bow and arrows are always finished, there will inevitably be some hard hand-to-hand combat when the time comes. The strength of Wu Jia Erlang itself, except for a few masters in the realm of bone-changing, most of them are in the realm of refining flesh.
One bone-changing realm is worth ten flesh-refining realms, and the gap between the two is too large. When the enemy rushes closer, Wu Jia Erlang is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, and is vulnerable to a blow.
For the present plan, the only way is to fight and retreat, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements.
Taking these into consideration, Wu Yun shouted: "The Divine Bow Team occupied the high places and retreated in batches. I will lead someone to cover for you!"
Obviously Takeda was aware of this, and immediately calmed his face and ordered: "The first team, continue to shoot, and shoot me fiercely; the second team, retreat, cover each other, and retreat to the inner house."
After all, jumped down from the roof and rushed to the forefront. He has followed Wu Yu for many years and is Wu Yu's most powerful subordinate, and he is loyal to the Wu family. Although the strong enemy is in front of him, he has no intention of retreating in the slightest.
With the determination to die, he rushed forward, and this majestic momentum immediately infected many Wu Jiajilang.
"It's a man, just follow me!" Takeda shouted, his face full of beards stood up fiercely like a hedgehog, his arms rounded like an ancient tree, and he swept across the enemy with a violent wave, and he was swept down. Several weaker opponents.
At this time, Feng Yingsen and the trio had been killed with their clansmen. They looked at Takeda on the rampage, with hideous faces, and said viciously: "The courage of a man, why are you hanging your teeth? Lin'er, you go!"
Feng Yinglin nodded slightly, there was no wave on his face, and with a long whistle, he bounced into the chaotic crowd.
He spotted that Wu Yun and Takeda were the leaders of the Wu family, so he rushed towards them consciously. The goose-yellow brocade clothes with gold rims swayed under the preaching of the gong, and a strong and extremely cold air filled with it.
There was a hint of bloody excitement on his face. When Feng Yinglin shot his hand, he was best at Fengyin Gong. He had just practiced his skillful Fengjia secret skills not long ago. It is vicious and vicious, the tricks are inseparable from the key points, and the style reveals the evil wind.
Feng Yinglin's body curled up, and he had already entered the crowd. The qi immediately filled his whole body, blowing a cold whirlwind vigor. People a little further away were knocked to the ground by this powerful air wave. Like a blade sweeping, the white light flickered, and the people who were close by, regardless of the enemy or me, were caught in this cold energy, and they fell to the ground one after another.
Especially Wuyun and Takeda were most affected by this energy. Wu Yun "knocked, kicked, kicked, kicked" back a few steps, the corners of his mouth were shaken to spit blood, but Takeda, who was the most violent, fell directly to the ground, as if he was hit by a knife and a sword. The wound was terrifying.
Takeda fell down, but did not stop attacking. He turned over and rushed towards Fengyinglin frantically, hugged his legs, opened his blood basin, and took a bite.
Feng Yinglin only felt his feet stiff, and then a heart-piercing pain came, and Takeda had bitten off a piece of meat abruptly.
Feng Yinglin yelled, and the yin wind swept away on his hands, and both of Takeda's arms broke. Two fan-like palms firmly grasped Fengyinglin's legs, as if to swallow him alive.
With blood in his mouth, Takeda struggled to stand up: "Brothers, take revenge for me." With a plop, he fell down like a god, the loud sound seemed to shake the earth.
There was a roar all around, and all Wu Jia Erlang was completely angry. The violent arrogance erupted completely, and everyone rushed towards Fengyinglin with his throats waving Dou Da fists.
Puff puff. Click. The Erlang who rushed to the front suddenly flew backwards uncontrollably, and at the same time sprayed a shower of blood, spraying it all the way. Suddenly everyone was stained with blood, and the smell of blood made these people even more crazy.
"Kill him! Take revenge for Brother Takeda!"
The voice resounded suddenly, resounding across the sky!
Feng Yinglin suddenly raised his head, his scarlet eyes were cold and indifferent without a trace of emotion.
"Yes, only by killing them can all this be put down." Feng Yinglin muttered in a low voice.
The shoulders were slightly tilted, and the seemingly leisurely tip of the toes suddenly broke the wind and shuttled among the Wu family's children. Its momentum is like a tiger, like entering a flock.
Regardless of the bone-changing 1st level or the flesh-refining realm, Feng Yinglin had no power to fight back at all. Blood was spilling over the sky, and screams rang out. Now, it is no longer a war between the two parties, but a unilateral massacre.
The whole place has become a Shura field. Fengyinglin is like a god of death, his eyes glowing red, and his expressionless face is harvesting life in front of him.
It was a huge venue, and soon it was stained red with blood. There were nearly thirty people lying on the ground. Feng Yinglin's hand was extremely cruel. Either a punch was fatal to the enemy, or he pierced the opponent's throat with a blade-like finger, and all those who died were killed with one blow.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a dragon chant resounded through the world, and the sound was ear-splitting, resounding in the distance like thunder.
The Wu family's son Lang, stopped. The Feng family also stopped. They all looked at the sky at the same time.
Dark clouds are surging, and the wind is rolling.
Just hearing a "bang" sound, the air vibrated fiercely, and an invisible gas rushed down from the air like a gust of wind and rain. The place where the Feng family gathered immediately left a large circular blank area around. The people were all shaken away.
The violent wind swept through, and the few people in the center of the storm immediately flew out like broken kites, spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, turned over and fell to the ground.