Chang Siguo followed Wu Jun and jumped down from the attic. The long-faced cultivator and the tall and strong scarlet-robed cultivator who were guarding below saw their companions being seriously injured and fell. They had already heard the movement above and shouted angrily. They drew their swords and came forward to kill them.
Another cultivator with a white face and scarlet clothes appeared from behind the attic. He said nothing and only attacked from behind with his sword drawn.
"Don't kill yourself"
Wu Jun was worried that Chang Siguo would not know the importance of his actions, so he gave a hasty instruction.
He was very relieved about Brother Chang's terrifying archery skills and didn't believe how many cultivators Mr. Yan could drive.
"clear"
Chang Siguo responded, if it weren't for his scruples, the smiling tiger-faced cultivator who tricked them into coming here would still be alive at this time.
He dodged to the side, stepped back and then turned suddenly to the right. He took three steps in one go, passed the bright sword light piercing from behind, and came close to the side of the white-faced and scarlet-robed cultivator. The difference was only six feet, and they could hear each other's breathing. .
I could clearly see the subtle expressions on the other person's face, but one was terrified as if he had seen a ghost, and the other was cold and expressionless.
The bowstring trembled slightly, and the white-faced cultivator was hit by an arrow in the left side of his abdomen. He screamed and rolled over more than ten feet away, hitting a fake stone.
Are there any archers who get so close to shooting arrows without risking their lives?
Who can escape
The long-faced cultivator and the tall and strong cultivator roared at the same time, forcing Wu Jun, whose left hand was disabled, to retreat.
The light and shadow of swords intertwined like darkness.
In the night sky, under the light, the flowers, branches and leaves are falling, as sad as rain falling.
The two men staggered and covered each other, and fiercely killed in the direction of the archer.
This was the first time that someone dared to injure one of their cultivators, even two of them, without knowing how to carry a weapon in the place where the Master was entertaining distinguished guests.
Unless the culprit is captured and handed over to the young master, how can they have the nerve to fool around?
Chang Siguo stepped back lightly. Behind him, less than eight feet away, there was a bare peach tree as thick as a small barrel, with tangled roots blocking the way. As soon as Wu Jun shouted the word "be careful", he didn't have time to remind him that there was a tree behind him.
The two people on the opposite side rushed forward with joy on their faces at the same time, slashing hard with their swords. They wanted to kill the other person while he was blocked by branches, and he would be knocked upside down.
In the blink of an eye, the retreating Chang Siguo seemed to have eyes behind his back. He dodged to avoid the obstructing peach tree. When he reappeared, he suddenly appeared in the left blind spot of the long-faced cultivator.
"Boom", the sound of the string sounded like a reminder, and the long-faced cultivator screamed and fell sideways.
Only the last strong cultivator was left. He danced his knife like a windmill, unable to splash water, and fled down the attic.
How could he dare to rush forward and attack without being hit by arrows? This would be a sign of incense.
The young master's face is important, but it is not as important as his own life.
No wonder a mere border army body-training archer dared to run wild in Bei Maple City, but he was quite capable.
With a "squeak" sound, the window on the fifth floor of the high pavilion opened, and orange light fell on the ground.
Chang Siguo grabbed his bow and nocked an arrow, and looked up at the same time as Wu Jun.
There were several people looking down at the window. Standing in the middle was a young man in a brocade robe holding a white jade fan. He looked delicate and good-looking, but there was a bit of cruelty between his eyebrows. He glanced at the miserable conditions of his subordinates below the attic. , shouted impatiently, "Kill him quickly"
Listening to his tone, killing two border army cultivators was like crushing two ants without any worries.
"yes"
A man in black behind him responded and jumped from the window next to him.
In mid-air, the man in black stepped on the branches to gain strength, and stepped another two feet. A sword light accompanied by a clang sound, fell like a meteor in the dark night, and slashed at Chang Siguo under the tree.
Chang Siguo glanced around six feet away from the young man in brocade robes. There was a woman with a white gauze on her face and a gorgeous and complicated long skirt. Her bright almond eyes were exposed, with a hint of condescending scorn and ridicule, and a hidden secret. of hatred.
"Many Sakura"
Chang Siguo understood everything. It was the Beirong woman who was causing trouble. Did she think he couldn't recognize her with her face covered?
The ridicule and hatred were exactly the same as the last time he swung his sword at Qian Cui Ya.
Just say that he has no interaction with Mr. Yan, so why would he want to design and humiliate him? It turns out that this is the case
What a powerful Beirong woman, I don’t know what tricks she used
He went deep into the city of Nanping alone, and got in touch with the arrogant and domineering Mr. Yan. He used Mr. Yan to trick him into attending the banquet, and planned to confiscate his black wooden bow.
It was probably because the maidservant was so arrogant that she turned a conspiracy into something humiliating and stupid.
If he loses his bow and arrows and loses most of his strength, how can he deal with so many cultivators with malicious intentions?
There is also Man Ying, who is good at using bows and arrows. If we use them together, how can he still survive?
Just thinking about it makes me feel depressed, what the hell is this?
The tip of the arrow was aimed at the black-clothed cultivator who was being killed from above. Chang Siguo rolled backwards and dodged the opponent's attack. At the same time, he warned, "Captain Wu, be careful. There is Manying, that Beirong girl, upstairs on the right." .”
He deliberately revealed the origin of the woman to tell Wu Jun that he must fight for his life.
If they try to take care of the overall situation of bullshit again, the two of them will die without a burial place.
Mr. Yan and several cultivators under him never took their lives seriously.
Wu Jun was swinging his sword to attack the black-clothed cultivator in the air from the side. Hearing this, he stopped and looked upstairs again.
He had never been in close contact with Man Ying, so he could not recognize the Beirong woman who had changed her clothes, covered her face, and appeared openly in Beifeng City. However, he also believed that Brother Chang would not talk nonsense. Otherwise, why would Mr. Yan not even meet him? If you don't see it, you will confiscate Brother Chang's black bow.
There must be a reason for what happened. That stinky woman's bronze bow happened to be confiscated by Brother Chang, who also killed the barbaric tiger.
This is revenge, retaliation for retaliation.
Wu Jun stopped and shouted, "Master Yan, I would like to advise you not to get involved with Beirong women. Nanping and Beirong are incompatible feuds."
In order to follow him on a mission, twelve cavalry brothers died tragically under the arrows of Beirong women. He could not let Man Ying go.
Mr. Yan slapped the window and looked up to the sky, laughing. He paused suddenly and yelled at Wu Jun below, "How do you behave? You need to teach those who don't know how to behave. Shoot them quickly. They look eye-catching."
Two rows of crossbows suddenly stretched out from the dark window on the third floor, pointed at Wu Jun below, and pulled the triggers uniformly.
Wu Jun was furious. The thief already knew the woman's identity, but he still dared to be so unscrupulous.
This is relying on the power of General Yan, who is so lawless that even the cultivators regard it as nothing.
He hurriedly waved his long sword and dodged toward the flowers and trees behind him.
The power of these military crossbows is extraordinary. They don't even have many crossbows in the Four Deserts City, but they are actually used by a dandy for personal use against his own people, just to please foreign women. It's really damnable.
Oops, rows of crossbow arrows chased Wu Jun's figure into the flower trees.
On the other side, Chang Siguo was having a hard time coping under the attack of the man in black and the strong cultivator.
The movement skills of the man in black were a bit strange. He was suddenly able to make a turn in the middle and use force out of thin air to speed up the pursuit. He was forced to give up several archery opportunities and had to use Chu Chen to escape in two steps.
He didn't dare to use the three steps of dust removal frequently, fearing that if he used it three times in a row, he would get dizzy.
He couldn't take risks in such a dangerous place.
The opponent has a large number of people, so even if you want to use it, you have to find the best time.
In this stalemate, several dangerous situations occurred. When Chang Siguo's mind was racing, looking for a way out, a warning flame suddenly flew up from the flower tree. With a "bang" sound, it exploded into a ball of red fireworks in the night sky. .
Stunning and eye-catching like fire rain.
The masked woman stared at Chang Siguo's movements carefully, frowning and analyzing.
She was defeated last night and almost lost her life. She was very dissatisfied and wanted to take the opportunity to find the flaw in Chang Siguo's footwork. When she heard the movement, she looked up, her eyes flickered, and then she quickly retreated into the room. , and did not greet the surprised Mr. Yan.
Overall, her identity is a bit embarrassing, and she cannot be seen publicly in Nanping.
Mr. Yan was even more angry. The two despicable thieves did not deserve to die obediently. He repeatedly lost face and dared to tip off the news. He banged the window bars and shouted angrily, "Kill them quickly. They killed a bunch of idiots. They are of no use at the critical moment." "
"Hey", an arrow hit the wooden edge of the window pane above Mr. Yan's scalp, making a buzzing killing intent.
Mr. Yan squinted at the murder weapon that was almost grazing his hair. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him. The jade fan in his hand fell with a bang. In an instant, his face turned as white as the brocade robe on his body. He fell to the ground and sat down, peeing and trembling. The towering tail screams
"Guard you",,,
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