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Chapter 690: The beautiful lady
Murong Shan stood on the treetop with a pale face and red eyes, looking at the men who were being carried away by Long Wuwei.
She wanted to avenge her brothers, but when she saw the cold light emitting crossbows in the hands of hundreds of cavalrymen, Murong Shan rationally told herself that even if she had excellent light skills, she would be dead if she was covered by arrows.
However, before Murong Shan could recover, a signal pierced the sky and broke the silence of the scene.
Han Peng and several hundred cavalrymen immediately got on their horses and drew the horizontal swords from their waists to prepare for the attack: "The scouts found enemies around us through the telescope."
"General, in the tree."
Cheng Kai immediately looked up and found Murong Shan standing on the treetop, dressed in white and snowy.
Cheng Kai chuckled: "You can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here. Brothers, the commander-in-chief has ordered to capture the bandit leader alive."
Murong Shan immediately flew back and was greeted by a sky covered with arrows.
With no choice, Murong Shan could only fly to the ground and use Qing Kung Fu to leap forward repeatedly, running towards the Qinhuai River. As long as she skipped the Qinhuai River, she could escape.
However, the smoke and dust brought up by the neighing of the war horses behind him followed closely, and the dense rain of arrows shot at both sides of him, blocking his route.
Although she had experienced a rain of arrows from Long Wuwei once, Murong Shan still felt chilled in her heart when she heard the arrows whizzing by her ears.
This intertwined rain of arrows is really terrifying.
No wonder martial arts masters dare not compete with the army even though their fighting strength alone is ten times that of ordinary people.
Once you are surrounded by a battle formation, you will be helpless. Martial arts masters are not made of steel and will still be penetrated by sharp arrows.
Although martial arts masters who are above the fifth level can release their inner energy to resist the arrow rain, how many waves of arrow rain can their inner strength resist? If the army is overwhelmed by the number of people, no matter how strong their inner strength is, they will be exhausted by the dense rain of arrows.
Murong Shan, who was trying her best to avoid the rain of arrows, was happy when she saw the trees on the banks of the Qinhuai River. She knew that as long as she passed through this forest, she could evacuate using the natural cover of the Qinhuai River.
Looking back at the Longwu Guard Cavalry behind him, Murong Shan stopped conserving her internal energy and used all her strength to use her Qing Kung Fu to leap away. The forest could effectively block a hail of arrows from the air for her.
Coupled with the obstruction of the woods, the cavalry will inevitably slow down, and there is hope for escape.
However, Murong Shan used Qinggong to escape the arrows in the woods and was dumbfounded when she saw the two thousand dragon guards with flying flags by the Qinhuai River.
Two thousand dragon warriors and one thousand soldiers holding iron-tied bows formed an arc and prepared to shoot upwards. The power of the phoenix feather arrows of the iron-tied bows was not comparable to the light hand crossbows in the hands of the cavalry.
Murong Shan stopped and looked at the Long Wuwei who had already formed their formation in fear, trying to find a weak gap to see if they could sneak out.
Song Qing threw the horizontal sword in his hand to the guard on the side: "Send a message to the commander on the other side. The big fish of the White Lotus Sect have been surrounded!"
"Got the order!"
Song Qing slowly took out the sword from his waist and looked at Murong Shan whose breath was disordered with cold eyes.
"There is still a way to survive if you put down the weapons in your hands. Otherwise, even if you pass the general level, you will be shot into hedgehogs by the dense rain of arrows intertwined by the iron-tied bows. The Longwu Guards are not comparable to the soldiers. They are intertwined. General Jianyu advises you not to try it easily!"
Murong Shan felt the cold light in Song Qing's eyes and knew that this was a master who was on par with her, and the kind of master who mainly trained in attack and killing.
"For the last time, put down the weapons in your hands and surrender, and you will die if you fight stubbornly!"
"Uu..."
Smoke and dust billowed, and the sound of war horses neighing came from behind. Murong Shan's face under the gauze was completely drained of blood, as pale as a corpse.
She knew that this time the way back was also blocked, and there was no hope of escaping.
After forcing herself to calm down, Murong Shan stared at Song Qing and said in a voice as crisp as a lark: "General, how about letting this little girl live?"
Song Qing's eyes glazed over and he immediately woke up. The sword in his hand was curled up with a sword flower: "How dare you seduce this general? You are going to seek your own death. Archers, be prepared!"
A thousand soldiers holding iron bows immediately stretched the bows and arrows into a full moon, and the bow strings were tightened, exuding murderous intent.
Cheng Kai immediately ordered his cavalry to spread out to a neutral position. The power of the iron-tied bow was enough to cover the rain of arrows and accidentally injure the cavalry on his side.
Song Qing gently raised his left hand and stared at the panicked Murong Shan: "Put down the weapon!"
"Put down your weapons, disarm and kill!"
Murong Shan couldn't help but tremble when she heard the deafening voices of more than two thousand dragon warriors.
Facing two thousand dragon warriors, let alone an eighth-grade light kung fu master who is not good at killing, even a ninth-grade master would drink blood on the spot.
Thinking of what would happen after being captured, Murong Shan gently raised the soft sword in her hand. Sooner or later, she would die with a heroic cry.
Song Qing immediately noticed the determination in Murong Shan's eyes: "The first team fired arrows!"
The three hundred well-organized dragon guards released the arrows in their hands without hesitation, and a dense rain of arrows flew towards Murong Shan.
Murong Shan did not dare to be careless in the slightest, as Long Wuwei's Phoenix Feather Arrows were famous far and wide.
The protective Gang Qi spread all over the body, and arrows hit the Gang Qi and were bounced off one after another. In order to save energy, Murong Shan acted like an elf in the wind. The soft sword in her hand was covered with dense sword shadows and cut down the arrows that broke through the air.
After the wave of arrows was fired, Murong Shan's right arm trembled a little. The impact of the phoenix feather arrows was definitely not easy to resolve.
Seeing this, Song Qing sneered, leaped forward and slashed towards Murong Shan with a sword.
Murong Shan, who was calming down her breathing, did not expect that Song Qing would suddenly attack, so she was caught off guard and hurriedly raised her sword to block.
The sword struck the soft sword and hit Murong Shan's right arm directly. A crisp sound was heard and Murong Shan flew upside down like a kite with its string cut off.
The embroidery group dressed in white and snowy clothes was covered with dust, and even the veil covering the face had flown to nowhere.
Murong Shan's lip was bruised. She lay on the ground and covered her right arm with a painful expression. She cut off her right arm with a sword and dislocated it.
If he hadn't blocked Song Qing's blade with his fine steel and soft sword, he might have had his entire right arm cut off at the root.
Holding back the pain, Murong Shan reset her right arm in a few strokes, but the wound still prevented her from moving it easily.
Looking at the soft steel sword lying on the ground three feet away, Murong Shan's pretty face was covered with sweat and she stared at Song Qing fiercely: "Taking the opportunity to sneak attack is not what a hero does!"
Song Qing held the sword and walked slowly towards Murong Shan, shaking his head silently: "My general is practicing the art of defeating enemies. How to effectively kill the enemy is my way, not with you martial arts people." What kind of ethics do you care about?"
Murong Shan smiled miserably: "Kill me, I have no intention of living in the hands of you lackeys of the imperial court!"
"Kill you? That's a good idea. The commander-in-chief wants you to have an important use. When you get to the execution room of the camp, you will know that death is also a luxury."
Murong Shan's delicate body trembled: "What do you want to do?"
"Oh, my beautiful lady, you are a thief, please arrest me!"
