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Chapter 690: The Beauty

Murong Shan's face was pale, his eyes were red, and he stood on top of the treetops, looking at the subordinates who were being carried by Long Wuwei.

wanted to avenge his brothers, but Murong Shan saw the crossbows exuding a cold light in the hands of hundreds of cavalrymen and told him that even if he was excellent in light skills, as long as he was covered by a rain of arrows, it would be a dead end.

However, before Murong Shan could come back to his senses, a signal pierced the sky and broke the silence of the scene.

Han Peng and a few hundred cavalry immediately turned over and pulled out the horizontal knife at his waist, and waited for him: "The scout found out that there is an enemy around us in the clairvoyant mirror. ”

"General, in the trees."

Cheng Kai immediately looked up, and sure enough, he found Murong Shan, who was standing in the treetops, dressed in white and shengxue.

Cheng Kai chuckled: "There is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get it, brothers, the handsome man has the order to capture the bandit leader alive." ”

Murong Shan immediately flew backwards, and was greeted by the sky covered by a rain of arrows.

In desperation, Murong Shan could only fly on the ground and use light skills to leap again and again, running towards the bank of the Qinhuai River, as long as he skipped the Qinhuai River, he could escape.

However, the smoke and dust brought up by the neighing of the war horses behind him pursued him from afar, and a dense rain of arrows shot at his sides, blocking his route.

Although he had experienced a rain of arrows from Long Wuwei, Murong Shan still felt a chill in his heart when he heard the arrows swishing in his ears.

This intertwined rain of arrows is terrifying.

It is no wonder that although the martial arts masters fight alone, their combat power exceeds ten times, and ordinary people still dare not match the army.

Once you are surrounded by the battle array, you will be helpless, and the martial arts master is not a diamond bone, and he will still be penetrated by the sharp arrows.

Although a martial arts master with more than five grades can release his internal force to resist the rain of arrows, how many waves of arrows can the internal force withstand, the number of the army will be crushed, and no matter how strong the internal force is, it will be exhausted by the dense rain of arrows.

Murong Shan, who was trying her best to avoid the rain of arrows, was overjoyed when she saw the trees on the banks of the Qinhuai River, and she knew that as long as she crossed this forest, she could evacuate under the natural cover of the Qinhuai River.

Looking back at the Longwu Guard cavalry behind him, Murong Shan was not saving his internal strength, and he used his light skills to leap away, and the woods could effectively resist a rain of arrows in the air for him.

Coupled with the fact that the speed of the blocking cavalry in the woods was bound to slow down, there was hope of escape.

However, Murong Shan was dumbfounded when he looked at the two thousand dragon martial guards who were flying with flags flying on the banks of the Qinhuai River after dodging the rain of arrows in the woods with light skills.

Two thousand dragons and one thousand guards with iron tire bows are in an arc ready to shoot upward, and the power of the phoenix feather arrows of the iron tire bow is not comparable to the light hand crossbow in the hands of the cavalry.

Murong Shan stopped and looked at Long Wuwei, who had already set up the formation for two thousand, in horror, wanting to find a weak gap and see if he could raid out.

Song Qing threw the horizontal knife in his hand to the guards on the side: "Send a message to the commander on the other side, the big fish of the White Lotus Sect has been surrounded!" ”

"Order!"

Song Qing slowly pulled out the sword at his waist and looked at Murong Shan, who was in a disordered breath, with a cold look.

"Put down the weapons in your hands and there is still a way to live, otherwise even if you pass the level of this general, you will be shot into a hedgehog by the dense rain of arrows intertwined with iron tire bows, Long Wuwei is not comparable to the government soldiers, their intertwined arrow rain General advises you not to try it easily!"

Murong Shan felt the cold glint in Song Qing's eyes and knew that this was a master on a par with himself, and he was the kind of master who practiced attack and killing.

"For the last time, put down the weapon in your hand and tie your hands and arrest it, and stubbornly resist a dead end!"

"Appeal .........."

The smoke and dust rolled, the neighing sound of the war horse sounded from behind, and Murong Shan's face under the light veil was completely bloodless, as white as a dead corpse.

She knew that this time the back road was also blocked, and there was no hope of escaping.

Forcibly calmed down, Murong Shan stared at Song Qing, and the crisp voice like a hundred spirits came: "General, how about letting the little girl live?" ”

Song Qing's eyes were dull, and he immediately came to his senses, and the sword in his hand pulled a sword flower: "You dare to charm General Ben, you are planning to kill yourself, the archers prepare!" ”

A thousand soldiers with iron-tired bows immediately pulled their bows and arrows into a full moon, and the bowstrings were tense and exuding murderous intent.

Cheng Kai immediately ordered his cavalry to spread out a vacant position, and the power of the iron-tired bow was enough to cover the cavalry on his side when the arrow rain was injuring.

Song Qing gently raised his left hand and stared at Murong Shan, who was a little panicked: "Put down your weapon!" ”

"Lay down your arms, disarm or kill!"

Murong Shan listened to the deafening voices of more than two thousand dragon martial guards, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble.

In the face of two thousand dragon martial guards, don't say that he is an eight-rank light skill master who is not good at killing, even a ninth-grade master will drink blood on the spot.

Thinking of the fate after being captured, Murong Shan gently raised the soft sword in his hand, and sooner or later it was a heroic sound that was worse than death.

Song Qing immediately discovered the determination in Murong Shan's eyes: "The first queue to release arrows!" ”

The three hundred dragon martial guards were clearly layered, and they did not hesitate to let go of the arrows in their hands, and a dense rain of arrows flew towards Murong Shan.

Murong Shan didn't dare to be careless, Long Wuwei's phoenix feather arrow was famous.

In order to save his strength, the soft sword in his hand was like a spirit in the wind, and the dense sword shadows slashed down the arrows that broke through the air.

After a rain of arrows was shot, Murong Shan's right arm trembled a little, and the impact of the phoenix feather arrow was definitely not so easy to dissolve.

Seeing this, Song Qing sneered, and one leap flew down, a trace of afterimage, and slashed towards Murong Shan with a sword.

Murong Shan, who was calming down his breathing, didn't expect Song Qing to make a sudden move, and hurriedly raised his sword to block it in a hurry.

The sword slashed on the soft sword, and slapped directly on Murong Shan's right arm, and a crisp sound came, and Murong Shan flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The embroidery group of white-clothed Shengxue was covered with dust, and even the light veil covering the surface flew somewhere.

Murong Shanying's lips were bloody, lying on the ground, covering her right arm with a painful face, and she cut off the dislocation of her right arm with a sword.

If he didn't have his own steel soft sword to block Song Qing's blade, he was afraid that his entire right arm would have been cut off by Qi Gen.

Forcibly endured the pain, Murong Shan put his right arm back in a few clicks, but after all, it was a wound and he still couldn't move easily.

Looking at the stainless steel soft sword lying on the ground three feet away, Murong Shanqiao stared at Song Qing fiercely with dense fine sweat on her face: "Taking the opportunity to sneak attack is not a hero's doing!" ”

Song Qing slowly walked towards Murong Shan with his sword in his hand, and shook his head silently: "This general is practicing the art of breaking the enemy, how to effectively kill the enemy is my way, not to pay attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes with you people in the martial arts." ”

Murong Shan smiled miserably: "Kill me, Elder Ben doesn't plan to live in the hands of you lackeys of the imperial court!" ”

"Kill you? If you want to be beautiful, the commander wants you to have an important use, and when you get to the torture room of the camp, you will know what death is and a luxury. ”

Murong Shan's delicate body trembled: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Alas, this beautiful woman, what a thief, take it up!"