Different strengths and realms lead to different visions, although people are born with a completely equal relationship, but from the moment they are born, the experience of birth has made people have a huge difference, since then, up and down, strong and weak, good and bad and other things have unconsciously divided people into various levels.

Just like at this moment, with Saranal's strength and knowledge, it can be seen that Zhang Yang shot these three arrows powerfully, but this does not mean that others can also feel it. So it wasn't until Salanar slashed through the air that the mustachioed swordsman realized something was wrong. Earlier, Saranar was standing in front of him on the right, and the mustache had thought that the opponent would not attack him first. It wasn't until the three arrows were close that he could determine the target. It's just that even so, the mustachioed swordsman didn't take these feather arrows to heart, not to mention that there was a third-order black iron peak master like Vice Captain Saranal in front of him, even if his strength was inferior, he was also a third-order black iron junior master, wasn't he? It's just a few feathered arrows, and the speed is not very fast, how much of a threat can it be?

However, the truth is not at all as simple as the mustachioed swordsman thinks. The moment Sarannal's interception sword missed, the mustachioed swordsman was surprised and two questions suddenly popped up in his heart!

Deputy Captain Saranal saw that I was not pleasing to my eyes and deliberately released water? Or are these three seemingly ordinary arrows actually not simple? There was no more time for the mustachioed swordsman to think at the moment, for the three red-tailed arrows had already arrived in front of him!

Any creature is born with an instinct to protect the deadly, just like protecting the brain with the hardest skull, and protecting the heart with ribs and other internal organs. It's a choice and evolution made in order to survive. Similarly, in the face of danger, creatures will subconsciously focus on the protection of fatal places. In this regard, even the undead are as such. Of course, most of them don't have brains or hearts, and the soul fire is their most important core.

Zhang Yang's three arrows can be described as extremely tricky, he has been running to the door, the second is straight to the heart, but the third arrow is straight to the root of the thigh, that is, the position of the hip bone! In the eyes of the master, the purpose of this shooting method is extremely obvious, that is, to use the arrow that goes straight to the target as a cover, and Zhang Yang's real goal and killing move is the third arrow that shoots inconspicuously at the crotch bone at the end!

It stands to reason that the three positions are almost in an arc, and it seems that the mustachioed swordsman only needs to swing his sword to perform a slash or a graceful upward swing to slash them together. However, the speed of these three feathered arrows is not exactly the same, and they are exactly half an arrow position between them!

Don't underestimate the distance of less than half a meter, because of this, even if the mustachioed swordsman suddenly exerted himself and slashed the first two arrows one after another, he couldn't do anything about the third arrow. Blood burst out in an instant! The bearded swordsman has already shot a red-tailed arrow into the base of his right thigh!

"Uh-huh~!my legs!!"

Although Zhang Yang's body was weak at this time and his strength was insufficient to shoot through the bearded swordsman's hips, the arrow still penetrated the flesh for a few points and injured his tendons. It was already difficult to travel on the snowy fields of the Far North, and this injury almost instantly drained the mustachioed swordsman's ability to move!

"What a set! It seems that I really underestimated you before, pig."

Salanal looked at his subordinate who had fallen to the ground with an arrow, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That is enough to describe the phrase 'smiling but not smiling'! If you are familiar with Saranal, you will know that whenever this smile appears, it means that he is really angry, and once Saranar is angry, it will take blood and life to extinguish it

Whoo~huhu~

Zhang Yang, who sent out these three arrows, was not easy at this time, this longbow was indeed a good weapon, but the problem was that he did not have enough power to use it at this time, and in a weak state, he found that the three arrows he shot just now were almost to the limit, and in his current state, in a short period of time, he could only pull the bow again at most.

(What to do?!) There are only more than fifty meters left from the enemy, but what if there are still two difficult guys?)

"Wright, take the Passat away! I'll stop them with Lentu! If we don't leave now, none of the four of us will be able to leave!"

Just when Zhang Yang was anxiously thinking about how to resist the enemy, Chafus, who was hit by an arrow in the leg, seemed to have made some decision, and suddenly shouted.

"What are you talking about?! How can we leave you two alone and run for our lives?! Even if I die, I won't be at ease! Don't say anything, I won't leave! Wright, you're kind enough to us, but you're not from us on the snowy field after all, so there's no need to die with us, let's go! If you don't leave, it's really too late!"

Glancing sideways at Passat, Zhang Yang suddenly asked:

"Are we friends?!"

"Count!"

"Then how can I leave my friends behind and run away alone?"

Seeing that the enemy on the opposite side had approached again, Passat suddenly took out a delicate silver knife from his arms, and after giving it to Zhang Yang, he said eagerly:

"This is a token of our village's heritage, it can't fall into the hands of the slave hunters, Wright, take it to the Snowfield people for help, so you can save us! If they are all caught, there is really no hope at all! Wright! I'm pleading!!"

Holding the quaint silver dagger with a body temperature and less than ten centimeters in his hand, Zhang Yang had nothing to say for a while. The Passat is right, if they are all caught, life and death are really out of their control.

"Passat Chavers, Lentu, I, Wright, promise you, that I will save you from this predicament!!"

After speaking, Zhang Yang, who was full of helplessness and anger in his heart, shot an arrow at the approaching enemy, although this arrow was slashed away by the sword of Salanar, who was waiting for him, but their speed was a line slower. Be careful to sail the 10,000-year-old ship, they have come to the snowfield to 'find money', and if they die here, there will be nothing.

Seeing that the enemy was less than fifty meters away from him, Zhang Yang no longer hesitated, turned around and ran to the rear. At this time, the three Passat were surprised to find that this guy named Wright was more skilled in running on the snow than the Slavs who grew up on the snowy field! Who the hell is he? How much more is hidden?

But halfway through, Saranal and the rest of the two-bladed warriors came to the vicinity of the Passat trio. Seeing the nervous and vigilant appearance of the three of them, Saranal grinned and said to the two-knife warrior:

"I'll hand over these three pigs to you, and I'll see if the boy who dares to oppose me can run out of the palm of my hand! Hmph!" Dream on!! You're going to be killed by him! You damned robbers, executioners! You don't have to die well!!"

Passat looked excited with a short spear. Although she was angry, she could clearly feel the gap between herself and her enemies. If nothing else, just look at the faint flow of fighting energy on the swords of these two people. But even so, Wright's words just now still have a convincing power, as if what he said will definitely come true, and what he promised will definitely be done!

Hearing Passat say this, Salanal suddenly retracted the steps he was about to take, and then turned his head back and slowly spoke:

"Don't worry, when I get that kid back, I'll clean you up together, and don't cry when the time comes! Aha!!"

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