Following a wave of arrows from the guards of the General's Mansion, even though most of these disciples were from Jianghu rangers and had quick movements, there were still more than thirty people who were hit by crossbow arrows and fell to the ground.
The strongest bows and crossbows in the world came from South Korea, and the personal guards of the General's Mansion under Ji Wuye also chose the sharpest crossbow arrows and an eight-stone arm-opening crossbow.
As the name suggests, the arm-opening crossbow is a crossbow that can be opened with both arms. In addition, there are waist-opening crossbows, spring-opening crossbows, etc., such as pistols that can resist recoil with one hand, rifles that must resist recoil with both hands, and can only be set up It's like an anti-material sniper rifle that can only be used when fixed on the ground.
The strength of the arm-open crossbow generally does not exceed that of the nine-stone, so the eight-stone is almost the strongest among the arm-open crossbows.
The crossbow arrows fired by the eight-stone crossbow have a full force of 240 kilograms. Although this force will gradually weaken with air resistance and distance, it will fall on the retainers who are less than thirty steps away from these guards of the general's palace. It was enough to shoot them to the ground.
Even the heavy armored infantry on the battlefield could not withstand the eight-stone crossbow arrows, let alone this group of unarmored retainers.
Any of these disciples who were hit by crossbow arrows would either die or be maimed. Even if they were lucky enough not to hit any vital parts, they would just lie on the ground and wail in pain.
The remaining twenty or so disciples with good physical skills stared at the guard of the General's Mansion on the wall of the courtyard with great fear. These people had quickly loaded the crossbows and were ready to shoot a second round of arrows at any time.
But they didn't do that, because the person responsible for the finishing touches had already arrived.
They were three swordsmen in black wearing red devil masks, followed by thirty swordsmen in black wearing black veils.
The eyes of these people are very cold. Even if it is not raining, they are all wearing a bamboo hat, and their black clothes have a white spider web tattooed on their chest and back.
These are the killers of the snare.
Three killer-level snare killers and thirty earth-level snare killers. Even if there are three first-rate masters and thirty second-rate masters, such a lineup combined with the snare's killing formation is already qualified to challenge a grandmaster-level master. .
These people looked at the group of diners on the ground who were wailing in pain with cold eyes, and moved forward step by step. When passing these diners, they formed a group, one person cut the throat of the diners on the ground, and the other pierced his heart, and finished the knife cleanly. .
The remaining twenty or so disciples looked at the group of murderous killers in front of them in silence, their hands holding the swords trembling uncontrollably.
After all, they are not the world's elites who have been killed for a long time, such as the Mohist swordsmen, the guards of the general's palace, and the snare killers. Their broken limbs, mutilated corpses, and rivers of blood are enough to make the disciples who are still alive feel... be terrified.
Just when they were preparing to deal with the attack of the thirty-three snare killers in front of them, suddenly, everyone stopped in unison.
Just when they were still wondering what happened, a slim figure floated down from the roof.
It was a woman, and she had different clothes from other snare killers.
He wears a purple spiderweb mask on his face, and wears a slim-fitting purple and white-striped fish scale armor that clings to his slender waist. The raised armor on his chest is engraved with fish-like patterns, and a pair of slender jade legs are covered by Wrapped in fishnet stockings.
Although the clothes on the woman's body tightly wrapped her graceful body, a little skin was exposed. The snow-white skin was crystal clear, better than peach blossoms.
The woman slowly took off the purple spiderweb mask on her face, revealing a pretty face that would make people feel enchanted even without any makeup. But her face was also covered with frost, and her eyes seemed to be colorless as she looked at the remaining diners.
That was Luo Wang Tianzi’s first-class killer, Jing Salamander!
The original Jing Salamander was not in tonight's plan. According to Luo Wang's prediction, Jing Salamander should have just entered Korea at this moment and would not have time to participate in tonight's battle.
But the Salamander arrived.
When Luo Wang received temporary cooperation from Mohism and Confucianism, Luo Wang, which had been facing challenges in various countries, instantly reversed its decline and regained control of the underground world of various countries. It also allowed Jing Salaman to return to Xinzheng smoothly in a short period of time. There will be some obstacles.
The reason why Jing Salamander hurried back to Handu Xinzheng in such a hurry was naturally to meet a person and kill a group of people by the way.
It's a pity that the person she wanted to meet was hanging out with other women tonight, and she only met the group of people she wanted to kill.
tread! tread! tread!
Jingli stepped on a pair of black high-heeled shoes, the soles of which were stained with thick blood on the ground. She walked across the ground filled with crossbow arrows and past the broken corpses. Her eyes and steps did not stop for these pitiful and miserable guys. .
As his natural first-class killer in the net, she was not a kind-hearted woman, but an executioner with blood on her hands.
As Zhang Ji's protector, she had no mercy for the group of aristocratic disciples in front of her who were trying to assassinate Zhang Ji. She only had endless killing intent.
"Leave the rest to me.",
Words as cold as frost were spat out from the slightly opened sandalwood mouth of the Frightened Salamander, and the pink sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed.
"We can't wait for her to make the first move! Let's go!"
The leader of the disciples was also a top-notch master. He sensed the murderous intent coming from the Jing Salamander, and immediately shouted for everyone to take action first, trying to seize the opportunity. In this way, maybe a top-notch master like him could still hope to escape. go.
The other diners are not stupid either, and they can guess what the leader of the diners is thinking, but what he said is right.
If they were to strike first against the woman in front of them who chilled them to the core, they would never have any chance of survival.
In a situation where there is almost no chance of death or no chance of death, it is better to give it a try and snatch that glimmer of hope.
The tactics and choices of this group of disciples were correct, but they underestimated the strength gap between themselves and the Amazing Salamander.
In most cases, in the face of absolute strength, all tricks are so vulnerable.
Jing Salamander looked at the group of diners who were running towards her for the chance of survival. She closed her eyes tightly and listened to the roars, the footsteps surrounding her from all directions, and the sword blades cutting through the air. The sound of breaking the air.
Just when a sharp blade was still two feet away from the stunned Salamander, whose eyes were closed, the surprised Salamander opened his eyes.
The pink scabbard was abandoned by Gao Gao. The disciples who were about to surround and kill the Jing Salamander subconsciously looked at the abandoned scabbard. They did not notice at all that a short sword fell from the hilt of the Jing Salamander sword. It slipped into the left hand of Salamander that was originally holding the scabbard.
The pale pink sword energy gathered on the two swords, one long and one short. As the sword swung, the sword energy was released one after another to form a spider web-like horned dragon, covering the entire area within two feet of her body. shrouded.
The sword energy passed through the disciples who rushed towards her, and blood spurted out. As the pale pink spider web disappeared from everyone's sight, only Jingyu was left standing in place.
She was surrounded by broken limbs and corpses.
The pink dagger had returned to the hilt of the pink long sword, and the scabbard happened to fall into her hand at this moment.
choke!
Jing Salaman sheathed his sword, stepped on a pair of high heels, and walked towards Yan Lingji who came to the front yard with the Mohist God Swordsman.
"Where did Zhang Ji go?"
Jing Salamander looked at Yan Lingji coldly, as if to say that she couldn't even stand a man, and the frightening chill almost twisted into substance around her body.
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