Many people asked themselves such a question in their hearts, if they stood on the opposite side of Lin Tian, would it be possible to block such a sword, or, would they be the same as this elite Turkic soldier, or would they do better than him and not be killed by Lin Tian so easily?

Looking at Xunyang, Lin Tian raised his head, this time he no longer hid his strength, his momentum rose, striding forward, he sometimes continued to use a crisp sword to turn all the incoming enemies over at will, and sometimes simply rushed directly into the crowd, with him as the center, a storm of blood and flesh would blow in an instant!

Lin Tian had a humanoid metal storm, and countless severed limbs and dirty flew into the night sky wherever it passed, and then flew in all directions...... Almost all of them saw someone so terrifying for the first time, and everyone was frightened, and the timid people began to slowly retreat, afraid that the sword in the man's hand would fall on them the next moment.

The few remaining elite Turkic soldiers glanced at each other and rushed out of their hidden tents...... Regardless of success or failure, this man must be left behind, even if it is ...... What needs to be paid is the price of life, because, directly in front of this man, is the only city of the Turks, and it is also the most important place in the entire Turks, they cannot allow him to easily step through here.

However, Lin Tian's sword is terrifying, just like the morning breeze blowing slightly, slightly cold but very warm, and like the cold wind in the cold winter, it makes people feel cold all over, like falling into an ice cave, this is Lin Tian's sword, terrifying and very beautiful, even when it passes through the neck, it doesn't feel anything, it's so...... Icy chilling.

Around the Turkic holy city, there are two Turkic camps, which are inhabited by Turkic soldiers, all of whom are veteran soldiers, except for the soldiers who were taken away by the Turkic king and went to war with the Tang Dynasty, these elites in these camps are the strongest, because they are all soldiers who have retreated from the battlefield to guard their homeland.

The camp in the south has completely lost contact with each other since five minutes ago, which makes the leaders of the camp in the north feel strange, because they have made an agreement that every five minutes, there will be an operation to report each other's safety, and if one side does not report in time, then it is likely that the other party has been destroyed.

So the leader of the camp stationed in the north was anxious, and sent out scouts, and the breeze blew through the vast grassland, like a beautiful girl's slender hand on her face, and the field was silent, and the heavens and the earth were silent, and suddenly a strong wind rose, and a Turkic soldier who had been sent out to reconnoiter in the distance suddenly fell, and he fell very abruptly, like a piece of wood that had been cut down.

A very thin stream of blood rushed in the air, illuminated by the morning light very clearly, the world returned to its original color, the dim and cold light, became warm, obviously death is coming, but it is warm, or because I finally see the blood.

The Turkic soldier fell from the hill where he was standing, and his body fell heavily into the field, he lay on the field, did not move, did not struggle, did not cry out in pain, because he was no longer breathing, he did not make any sound, and he did not leave the last words of the majestic mountains and rivers, he opened his eyes, looked at the bluer and bluer sky, the vitality had disappeared, only the blood gradually flowed, and there was a wooden arrow stuck in his eye, a very ordinary wooden arrow, no one knew where this arrow came from.

On the quiet field around, there is morning light and wind, there is wild and grass, but there is no one, there is a dead silence in the field, absolute silence, everyone is stunned, I don't know how long it has been, the footsteps start again, and another Turkic soldier sets off from the camp and walks slowly towards the southern plain.

All eyes were on him, knowing that the next moment, the Turkic soldier would die, and the leader of the camp was obviously going to send him to death, so as to determine where the arrow came from, and there was a soft 'buzz', and there was a morning breeze in the morning light, and the sleeves of the Turkic soldier's coat floated up with the wind, and it dissipated before it could turn into a white cloud, just like his life.

Another ordinary arrow, pierced deep into his eye socket, bringing out a puddle of blood, when this Turkic soldier was shot, he was only more than ten zhang out of the camp, and the footsteps started again, several Turkic soldiers rushed out of the camp, this time they no longer paid attention to any rhythm, nor did they care about using time and acceleration to accumulate momentum, from the beginning they let themselves enter the fastest speed, they just wanted to rush out of the camp.

They can't let that arrow come from nowhere to thwart their momentum, they can't let that arrow interrupt their charge, they have to prove something, even if they will be shot and killed not far from the camp, but at least it shows that the mysterious and powerful archer can't do anything more unbelievable, can't stop everyone.

But what happened next was really unbelievable, the morning breeze was blowing, the sleeves of the clothes were scattered like clouds, and there were three light swishs in between, so the steps of the feet converged, and the blood suddenly appeared, and the three Turkic soldiers still did not even make a sound, and they slowly fell down from the plain near the camp, and there were three arrows stuck deep in their eye sockets, and the liquid and blood in their eyes were mixed and flowed outward, and those three arrows were still ordinary arrows.

What shocked and even frightened everyone was that when these three Turkic soldiers were shot, they were closer to the camp than the second Turkic soldier, or more precisely, when they had just rushed out of the camp, they were killed by the arrow, which ...... Where did it come from, exactly?

Still no one could see where the arrow came from, because the arrow was so fast, how could an ordinary feathered arrow shoot so far?

This stronghold is very special, all the Turkic soldiers who are good at cavalry and archery are here, and there are even great masters who can penetrate Yang within 800 steps, but even those people will never be able to do it, and the camp and outside will fall into absolute silence again, and some people have vaguely guessed where the arrows are coming from, not where they are in the geographical sense, but who they are from, and those who can ignore such a long distance and shoot Turkic soldiers with wooden arrows must have unimaginable power, that kind of person...... Here it comes!

In an inconspicuous hill in the northernmost right corner of the field, Lin Tian was standing here at this time, the iron bow in his hand bent a semi-circular arc, pointing to the camp five hundred meters away, these Turkic camps are very interesting, the former one uses knives, but this one uses bows and arrows.

Although Lin Tian did not need to use the same kind of weapons, but Lin Tian just wanted to use the same weapons as them, one was that he wanted to entertain, and the other was entertainment, this was more like a game, the game, there had to be rules, this bow was what he took from the corpse of a Turkic soldier casually, iron, and took advantage of it.

The footsteps at the camp started again, and I don't know how many Turkic soldiers were trying to rush out of the camp, Lin Tian took out a feather arrow from the arrow forest beside him, rested it on the string, and then pulled the bow silently, and when he pulled the iron bow halfway open, he let go of his fingers, and the string returned to its position, and walked away with the feather arrow 'whoosh'.

There was a muffled snort from the camp in the distance, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and at this time, Lin Tian had already pulled out the second feather arrow from the ground, repeating the previous action again, and the sound of a muffled snort and a heavy object falling to the ground sounded again in the camp, it should be another Turkic soldier who was shot.

If there are professionally trained people here now, they will be shocked, archery is actually a decomposition of several actions, starting from pulling the arrow and ending with loose strings, but Lin Tian's arrow is fast, so fast that it is beyond the scope of human imagination.

From the first arrow, until the sixth arrow was shot, Lin Tian did not blink, the action of archery was completed very accurately and steadily unimaginable, each repeated action did not change at any point, the fingers always buckled the bowstring in the same position, and even the sleeves on the forearms did not tremble.

The six repetitions of the action are the overlapping shadows in the morning wind, and when they are combined, you can see clearly, but there is an afterimage, more feather arrows leave the ground, put on the bowstring, and break through the air, and the Turkic soldiers who rushed out of the camp fell to the ground one after another and smashed blood flowers on the ground, tiny flowers, and the Turkic soldiers kept rushing, and the arrows kept shooting without stopping.

In the end, the speed of the Turkic soldiers charging outside the camp was too fast, even Lin Tian could no longer aim, so there was no more aiming, just flat elbows and shaking wrists, sharp feather arrows, through a long distance, came to the camp, landed on the bodies of those Turkic soldiers, landed on the tough armor, and then broke in!

When those feathered arrows touched the surface of the combat uniform, they completed their mission, the shaft of the arrow was twisted into pieces by the huge force, but it still pushed the sharp arrow cluster, and reached the final destination, suddenly, a rapid shout sounded around the camp, hundreds of Turkic soldiers bypassed the ditch, tried to occupy the high place of the meadow from both wings, and then charged here, but Lin Tian ignored it, just stared at the camp.

The Turkic soldiers hidden in the camp finally mastered the rhythm of some feather arrows, they found an opportunity, and then dozens of Turkic soldiers rushed over at the same time, and dozens of Turkic soldiers poured out of the city gate in an instant, like countless fogs gushing out of the gate between two mountains!

At this moment, no matter how amazing Lin Tian's archery skills were, there was no way to shoot those dozens of Turkic soldiers at the same time, not to mention that there were hundreds or even thousands of Turkic soldiers waiting for the momentum of the charge in the rear, Lin Tian still shot the arrow silently, and in the face of the Turkic soldiers who poured out of the camp like a cloud, he shot an arrow.

He had only shot one arrow, and unlike before, the arrow had not been pulled out of the grass beside him, but from the quiver behind him, and then a terrible roar rang out in the early morning sky.