The feathered arrow pierced the gray sky, instantly piercing the condensation and arrangement of water vapor, and let out a soft moan.

The young horse's horse galloped forward desperately, no matter how fast it was, it was no faster than a feathered arrow.

The arrows shimmered in the estuary sun, but the light was cold, not warm at all, even a little cold. Bloodthirsty, carnival rushed to the place where the boy was.

The body of the arrow only left an afterimage in the air, which was a slightly convex arc, where the power and killing intent were condensed.

The boy didn't look back, but he could already feel the cold wind coming from his back.

Just because you feel it, it doesn't mean you can react.

At such a speed, no ordinary person would be able to react unless they were cultivators who had more control over their bodies.

The young man's heart was empty, this was the moment he was closest to death in his life, and a black-gray aura began to envelop his body...... Although this point, even he himself is not very clear.

He saw an afterimage in front of him, which seemed to be there and nothing, and it was not real, and it was easy for people to mistake it for dazzle.

But it was only for a moment, because the next moment, there was a "thud" in the young man's back, a very small and subtle sound, but enough for a trained scout to catch it with both ears.

"What people!"

Then there was a roar of chasing Zhao Jun behind him.

So the boy was even more puzzled, and although he was still running for his life, he couldn't help but turn back on horseback. Then he saw a figure.

It was the figure of a woman, no. That petite appearance should be called a girl.

The girl was facing away from him, so he couldn't see the girl's face. Only the soft strands of hair floating in mid-air, in the gray misty estuarine wetlands, looked extraordinarily airy and dark and silky.

The pale cyan dress looked very thin in the mist, and if it weren't for the black hair being too obvious, the dress would almost have melted away from the vast dampness, and it would no longer be distinguishable.

There was something in the girl's hand, and it was a feathered arrow that she was holding. The cluster of arrows was pointed at itself, emitting an icy light.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was still clattering in the young man's ears. It was his horse running forward, and the pursuers behind him did not stop.

The young man was a little stunned, even if he ate again, he understood that it was the person in front of him who saved his life.

But...... She's in the end. How did you catch that arrow?

The Zhao army behind him began to bend his bow and arrow again. The pace of the cavalry was extremely fast, but it was only a moment for the young man to turn back, and the distance between him and the pursuers was much closer, not to mention the distance between those Zhao soldiers and the girl.

"Be careful!"

The young man was flustered, he naturally didn't want to die, and what he didn't want to see was that the girl who had just saved him died in front of his eyes.

But he knew that at this moment. I can't do anything, and I'm even like a girl. will die in that row of arrows flying towards you.

He's not afraid of dying, he just doesn't want to die like that. He had just joined the army this year, had just become a scout, and had fulfilled the obligations of a scout, so death was terrifying and even infuriating for him now.

He was even more reluctant to die behind a girl, a feeling that would make any man uncomfortable, even if he was actually a fifteen-year-old boy.

A young man can not know death and not be afraid of death, but he cannot not be afraid of what will happen after death.

So he was furious.

He watched Zhao Jun bend his bow and arrows on horseback, watched them cast rows of arrows, and watched those feathered arrows reflect the temperatureless sunlight and attack him through the layers of gray mist, and he became more and more angry.

Anger, but there is nothing that can be done, nothing can be done to change the situation in front of you.

Then the boy was even more annoyed.

He was angry at his own infighting, angry at his powerlessness, angry at not being able to save his life, and even more so at the girl in front of him.

The boy looked at the girl's back, and suddenly noticed that the girl moved her fingers slightly.

It only moved slightly, and a streamer suddenly flashed, burrowing into the ground like thunder.

At the moment when the streamer penetrated into the ground, a row of vines broke through the ground frantically, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to the height of a person, and it was even scurrying into the sky.

The green covered his eyes between gasps, the boy's eyes widened, and he looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, the hand holding the reins subconsciously tightened, the horse neighed, and the upper body took off and stopped.

Probably also feeling the sudden change in the aura of heaven and earth behind him, the horse turned sideways, and together with the owner on his back, he was stunned.

The next moment, the boy saw a picture that he could never forget for the rest of his life!

The green vine was given an extremely fast speed, and in an instant it grew into a wall two people high and dozens of feet wide, like a line, cutting the entire estuary in half.

On this side is the back of a boy and a girl on horseback, and on the other side is the cavalry of more than 20 Zhao troops.

Animals were more able to feel the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi than humans, and at this time, they had already been agitated, and they stopped suddenly, hissing and struggling, and their eyes were full of fear as they looked at the vine wall.

In fact, Zhao Jun's riders were not much better than their own horses, and the scene in front of them was too weird. No one had ever seen, or even heard of, such a thing, how could this girl, who looked petite and whose body was almost fused with the mist of the estuary, grab a speeding arrow and sacrifice a wall of vines!

The arrows of the Zhao Army's riders had already been released, and at this time, a straight line parallel to the vine wall was formed in the air, and they rushed towards it at a rapid speed.

If the vine wall no longer grows, a few of the more than ten arrows will break through the gaps in the vine wall and continue to fly forward.

Vines are vines, not city walls, after all. It may be able to block out the vision for a while, but how can that delicate body withstand the threat of the blade.

Zhao Jun looked at the girl behind the vines, and there were a few more stages of anxiety in their hearts. It doesn't matter if she's a demon or a demon or something else, as long as you shoot through the heart, see if you still have a chance to breathe!

It's just a pity that things in this world are like this, and those who are unsatisfactory are nine times out of ten.

Xie Xiaoman looked at the vine wall in front of him, and the arrows that could occasionally be observed in the large gap in the palm, and smiled slightly.

The index finger of his right hand was slightly hooked, and the aura released increased by a few points, all of which were attached to the vine's body.

The vine wall became more vibrant for a moment, and even the tiny branches and leaves trembled. If they can make a sound, they will be the most cheerful cheers now.

The first feathered arrow, whistling.

The vines excitedly felt its approach, and the few branches closest to the feather arrow, as if they had been knocked with medicine, were extremely excited, and suddenly stretched out the branches and leaves, and in an instant pulled out a six-foot-long and finger-wide rattan, like an arm, and stretched out towards the feather arrow.

Just the moment it touched, the rattan immediately excitedly stopped letting go, and immediately wrapped its six-foot-long body around its body, completely like a child's instinct to play with plasticine.

The feather arrow suddenly couldn't move, lost all its momentum, and had to go down crookedly, hanging weakly on the vine wall after all.

The same thing happened seventeen times.

The other three arrows, which were only indiscriminately filled, had already landed lightly on the wet ground before they had time to reach the place where the vine wall was.

Xie Xiaoman looked at the scene in front of him and was a little satisfied, so he smiled slightly, the aura in his hand was withdrawn, and the vine wall disappeared and dispersed with the wind.

The only piece of greenery, from the time it appears to the time it disappears, is tightly only one breath away. It's all like a beautiful illusion.

The scout boy also felt that this must be an illusion, so he subconsciously reached out and touched his chest and abdomen, and found that there were no arrows stuck in his head.

Only the injured left arm was still bleeding, and the faint smell of blood made everything in front of him extremely real.

Only a dozen feathered arrows scattered on the ground were lying crookedly on the damp estuary ground, as if they were telling something.

Silent for a while.

Even the horses stopped making noises.

Only the sound of the autumn wind blowing the reeds came and went, as if it was narrating something, and it seemed to be singing something.

The smell of blood was still coming with the wind, and from the northwest direction, it seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.

Xie Xiaoman thought to himself, he had been waiting here for a long time, and he only saw this young man. Clearly, the lives of the other scouts may have long since passed.

It's a really sad thing.

Xie Xiaoman thought so.

She hadn't seen war in the real sense of the word, but she had already smelled a strong smell of blood.

She saw the young man's panicked and unwilling face, and smelled the death of her own soldiers.

In fact, they are all lives, whether it is Huan Wen's expeditionary army to the west, or the hostile Zhao army, they are all human beings, what is the difference.

She had been thinking about war for a long time, but she couldn't figure it out, so she just watched.

But with her temperament, she will not become an iron-blooded soldier after all, and it is even difficult to kill people.

Xie Xiaoman has always believed that deciding the life and death of people is a matter of God and has nothing to do with mortals.

And who God is and what God is, she can't tell, but she still thinks so.

So now, Xie Xiaoman looked at the cavalry of the Zhao army in front of him, and silently checked the number in his heart - twenty.

Twenty horses, twenty men.

If she wanted to, she could just stretch out a finger and kill them all.

The faint smell of the estuary is still floating around, and the refreshing taste is mixed with the sweet taste of blood, and taking a deep breath makes people feel a little faintly excited, or nauseous.

Xie Xiaoman lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

It was really an ordinary hand. Not big, not small, not rough or smooth, not slender or short, neither ugly nor pretty......

Such an ordinary hand, really, can kill? (To be continued......)