The night sinks like water.
Two horses galloped wildly on the vast plain, one was green and the other was black. A young man in black was sitting on the green horse, and the black horse was carrying a golden spear.
Behind the two horses, there was a group of people, also riding horses.
The leader of this group was an old man in gray robes. He had obvious wrinkles on his face and a pair of eyes like those of poisonous snakes, cold and ruthless.
This old man in gray robe is none other than Liang Shan, the great master of Yanzhou!
Who else could the man in black riding a green horse be but Wang Cheng?
Wang Cheng's black clothes were torn, with holes on the left and right, and stains of blood on them.
This blood stain was not left during the day, but was left not long ago.
After separating from Zhu Pengfei and others, he ran into a group of warriors led by Liang Shan before he had gone ten miles.
To be more precise, he was tracked by this group of people.
In fact, Liang Shan and others never gave up chasing him. Ever since he and Zhu Pengfei and others left the city, he had been targeted by the soul-chasing beast raised by Liang Shan.
Because this was not the first time he was targeted by a soul-chasing beast, he knew the feeling very well.
Only then did he break away from the main force!
He had to leave. If he didn't leave, the whereabouts of the entire team would be under the control of the enemy, and they would soon collide with Li Yuanqing's 30,000 troops.
By that time, he might not be the only one who died, but nearly two thousand people in the entire team!
He has no choice!
"Boy, you can't run away! If you stop quickly, I can spare your life!"
Liang Shan's voice came from behind, and this was the fifth time Wang Cheng heard similar words.
Just like the previous four times, he still walked away without looking back. Surrendering was more uncomfortable for him than killing him.
"Second uncle, stop talking nonsense to him. Give that boy a few more arrows and kill him!"
"Yes! Second Uncle Liang, that little bastard is a stickler for the past, there's no point in talking nonsense to him!"
It was Liu Zheng and Tuoba Liang who spoke, and they naturally followed.
Not only that, there were dozens of people beside them, all of them had strong physiques and bulging temples. They were obviously masters with good internal strength.
"Stubborn!"
Liang Shan bit his teeth, and then completely gave up the idea of persuading Wang Cheng to surrender, and ordered everyone to shoot arrows without holding back.
The power of the arrows shot by dozens of first-class masters is naturally far beyond the comparison of ordinary horse archers. After the arrows are shot, they are as fast as meteors, spanning dozens of meters in an instant.
Wang Cheng casually picked up the tiger-headed golden gun on the back of the black horse, turned around quickly, and shook out a gun flower.
"Ding ding ding!"
The tiger head Zhan's golden gun knocked away more than a dozen feather arrows, but the speed of his swing was still not faster than the speed of the arrows, and his upper body was frequently hit by arrows.
Wang Cheng let out a muffled groan and his body shook violently, as if he was about to fall off his horse.
The nameless treasure armor under his clothes blocked these feather arrows, but it could not completely eliminate the powerful impact caused by the rapid shooting of the feather arrows.
Seeing that Wang Cheng was unstable, Liu Zheng clapped his hands and shouted "OK", and immediately ordered several subordinates to take action again.
Several subordinates quickly drove their horses and jumped out ahead of everyone else, bending their bows and aiming at Wang Cheng on the horse.
However, before they could loosen their bowstrings, two of them suddenly shouted and fell off their horses. There was no movement after landing.
"Feijian! It's Feijian! Why did I forget this!" Liu Zheng was so angry that his teeth itched.
This was already the eighth and ninth men who died under the opponent's flying sword. The previous ones were because they didn't know that the opponent had flying swords in their hands, and the latter two died due to his impulse.
"So, this kid can't be killed as casually as you think. He is still a cultivator. If we get too close, we may not be able to dodge his flying sword!" Liang Shan said solemnly.
The three of them originally brought 20 martial arts masters each, and the three families together had a total of 60 martial arts masters. However, nearly half of them were killed by Wang Cheng along the way.
Although Liangshan did not try its best to persuade Wang Cheng to surrender, it is undeniable that Wang Cheng's flying sword made them hard to guard against.
"Then what should we do? If we keep chasing like this, that little bastard hasn't been killed yet, but our people will die first!" Tuoba Liang said.
Liang Shan couldn't think of any good way for a while. He had tried everything he could think of before, but that kid was really difficult to kill.
A piece of high-grade armor almost makes him invincible, and with his powerful telekinesis, he can always avoid fatal blows in critical moments.
"Don't worry! I have my soul-chasing beast following me in the sky, so he can't escape no matter what."
After snorting coldly, Liang Shan continued: "After running for such a long time, the horse under him won't last long."
In fact, as he said, after running non-stop for several hours, Qing Lei, a horse with so much blood, couldn't bear it anymore.
Wang Cheng reached out and stroked Qinglei, comforting it and letting it slow down.
But Qing Lei seemed to know that once he slowed down, his master's life would be in danger.
Instead of slowing down, it was running as hard as it could, wheezing like a bellows.
Wang Cheng felt heartbroken when he saw it. He was really not a qualified master. Qing Lei didn't even follow him for half a month, and ended up escaping three times, always with fatal consequences.
As if aware of his master's mood, Qing Lei snorted to indicate that he was okay.
"Good Qing Lei!"
Wang Cheng was also infected by Qing Lei's unyielding belief and patted the horse's back.
Suddenly, he shook his head and said, "What a pity! There is nothing here for you to eat, otherwise I would have given you a full meal."
Qing Lei snorted again, seeming to respond to him.
Wang Cheng secretly sighed, what a psychic horse, but now he doesn't even have anything to eat.
"Huh?"
He suddenly thought of something, took out a small milky white porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured out a pill.
The elixir is about the size of a longan, dark brown, and exudes a faint smell of blood. It is the Baodan Qi and Blood Pill.
"You should be able to eat it, right?"
He looked at the Qi-blood pill in his hand and thought that Qing Lei's explosive power was no worse than that of ordinary Qi-blood warriors. The Qi-blood pill that the warrior could digest should be able to withstand the power of the Qi-blood pill.
So, he stuffed the Qi and Blood Pill into Qing Lei's mouth and carefully observed its changes.
After a while, Qing Lei suddenly became restless, running around and bumping around.
Wang Cheng was thrown off his horse several times, so he quickly grabbed the reins and calmed Qing Lei's emotions.
"Good Qing Lei! What's wrong with you?"
Wang Cheng was very worried. It was okay for him to treat people, but he didn't know anything about treating horses!
Qing Lei did not become calm because of Wang Cheng's comfort, but became more and more irritable.
The four hooves were like plows. Every time they passed by, the ground was trampled into pieces.
But this scene was a different scene in the eyes of Liang Shan and others. They clearly felt that the horse under Wang Cheng seemed to have drunk some magic medicine, and its speed suddenly accelerated.
"Secret Uncle Liang, what's going on? Why did that horse suddenly become so fast?" Liu Zhengdao.
"Don't worry!"
Liang Shan didn't understand either, so he quickly asked his men to release arrows, and if he let the horse run like this, he might really be able to bring Wang Cheng out of the desperate situation.
So dozens of masters bent their bows and shot arrows again, and they shot continuously.
"Boohoo!"
There is no pattern, the arrows are shot out in such a haphazard manner, the only thing in common is "fast"!
Wang Cheng felt dozens or hundreds of feather arrows shooting towards his back. He turned around and waved his gun to resist, without caring about appeasing Qing Lei.
"Ding ding ding!"
The spear kept knocking away the incoming arrows, but just like before, many of them still hit his chest armor.
He tried his best to attack, but this time there were too many feather arrows and they were too messy. Several of them hit the horse's legs and buttocks.
Qing Lei was in pain and went completely crazy, his speed more than tripled.
After Wang Cheng was hit by those feather arrows, his body was already unstable. Suddenly, a huge force came from his crotch and he was thrown out violently.
Without the weight on his back, Qing Lei was really like a wild horse running wild, running away a hundred meters away in an instant.
Wang Cheng quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air and finally landed smoothly on the ground.
He looked at the direction Qing Lei was running and shouted: "Qing Lei!"
However, Qing Lei seemed not to hear it and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
"OK!"
When Liang Shan and others saw that Wang Cheng was without his mount, their faces all curved.
"What are you waiting for? Kill him for me!"
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow quickly! Don't let him escape!"
…
Everyone aimed at Wang Cheng again, bent their bows and shot arrows.
This time, Wang Cheng didn't run away. Without Qing Lei, he couldn't escape.
Seeing the dense arrows coming, he did not dodge and faced them with his spear brandished.
The next moment, the spear in his hand danced like a fan, airtight.
There was only a "ding, ding, ding" sound of gold and iron clashing, and many arrows were knocked away.
Wang Cheng rushed out from a burst of arrows, and in a flash, he was already more than ten meters away.
Two steps later, he was already thirty meters away, while Liang Shan and others were less than thirty meters away from him.
After the third step fell, he was only about ten meters away from Liang Shan and others, and he also completed charging up.
"Bang!!"
The soil under his feet exploded instantly, his feet came off the ground, he held the gun barrel tightly with both hands and stabbed out.
Under the combination of huge force and extreme speed, a strong wind immediately formed around the Tiger Head Zhan Golden Gun, and the entire Tiger Head Zhan Golden Gun seemed to be magnified several times.
At this moment, he and the spear became one!
At this moment, he used Fei Hong Guan Sun again!
"Be careful! This is a peerless marksmanship!"
Liang Shan saw the origin of this shot at a glance and quickly reminded everyone: "Hurry!"
Without even thinking about it, everyone could fly to the sky and run in both directions.
It was too late, but it was too late. The tiger-headed golden spear pierced into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
"boom!!"
People flew, horses turned over, and a queue of dozens of people was pierced through at once.
Wang Cheng appeared dozens of meters away, and there were not many people left standing behind him.
"What a unique marksmanship!"
