The two cold rays were like two white red snakes waving in the dark night, red Lian was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, raging and devouring the terrifying snake letter, where the snake letter passed, scarlet blood splattered out, and the black shadow fell back like the ebbing tide water.

Liu Lang bullied up, the two air blades waved impermeable, although he didn't know any swordsmanship, but the victory was extremely fast, as the so-called martial arts in the world are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable, as long as the speed is fast enough, these tricks are secondary.

The air was filled with the fishy smell of blood, this stimulating smell stimulated the most primitive desire to kill in Liu Lang's heart, and he was urged to the extreme by a floating glimpse, and no grass grew everywhere he passed, quickly and cleanly harvesting all the ninjas in his vision.

A few minutes later, the original hundreds of ninjas were killed and wounded, and the few remaining ninjas were more or less colored.

"Long live the League of Assassins!"

"Long live the League of Assassins!"

"Long live the League of Assassins!"

Seeing that it was not Liu Lang's opponent, the remaining ninjas shouted a slogan, and then the scimitar was swept across the neck, and they fell to the ground one by one, chasing the footsteps of their brothers.

"You know each other!"

Liu Lang snorted coldly and removed the wind blade casually.

When the full moon was in the sky, the moonlight poured down, Liu Lang looked around, a radius of dozens of meters, lying all over the corpses of the black-clothed ninjas, scarlet blood gathered into a river, and flowed towards the valley bottom hollow.

Liu Lang's eyes were as clear as water, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

Before the age of eighteen, Liu Lang would be sad and annoyed for several days if he accidentally stepped on a poultry to death, and at this moment, he slaughtered hundreds of people without blinking his eyes, let alone being sad and annoyed.

Maybe this is the cruelty of growing up, time can make people cold-blooded and ruthless.

However, it is not a pity for these people to die, and the blame is only for them following the wrong master.

Liu Lang kicked away several corpses kneeling on the ground on the road ahead, and then strode forward with great strides.

At the end of this valley is a steep mountain with thousands of walls and towering into the clouds, in the belly of this mountain, there is a huge high platform, close to the mountainside, there are two huge stone gates carved out of artificially, through the clear moonlight, Liu Lang saw from a distance that the plaque on the stone gate is written in the four big characters "Assassin Alliance".

"Surrender, you have no way back!"

When there was still a distance of hundreds of meters from the high platform, a black-clothed ninja holding a bow and arrow suddenly turned around on the high platform, he smiled and shouted at Liu Lang.

"Hehe-" Liu Lang smiled disdainfully, and also responded loudly: "Do you think I am taking a step back?" ”

"I don't know whether to live or die, the dead shooting regiment is ready!"

The bow and arrow ninja raised the bow and arrow in his hand to the sky, and dozens of black-clothed ninjas with bows and arrows suddenly poured out from the high platform, and they tied the feather arrows burning with fire, and aimed them at Liu Lang in the moonlight.

At the same time, the vines on the three cliffs rattled, and thousands of ninja archers slid down the vines, landing on the protruding stones on the cliffs, and began to draw their bows and arrows at the same time.

From the order of the archers and ninjas on the high platform to the dispatch of all the archers of the Death Shooting Corps, less than thirty seconds of time have passed in between, such efficiency is really staggering, no wonder the Assassin League has always been the existence of the mouth.

"And now?"

The archer ninja on the high platform was very satisfied with the momentum of the death shooting group, he stared at Liu Lang on the ground with disdain, and said in a cold voice.

"Shouldn't I put on a scared look to be right?" Liu Lang said with a joking face: "Ahhh ”

"How's it going, are you satisfied?"

Liu Lang put away his cynical appearance and looked at the bow and arrow ninja on the high platform with a gloomy face.

"Then you are deliberately looking for death!"

The bow ninja's face flashed with ferocity, and his right hand stretched out into a palm knife and slashed downward.

The group of dead shooters was ordered, and at the moment when the bow and arrow ninja gave the order, they had already aimed at Liu Lang's bowstring and shot up.

"Flutter-"

Thousands of sharp blades burst through the sky, and the arrows burning in all directions drew a huge circle of fire in the dark sky, and as the sound of breaking the air became more and more harsh, the circle of fire shrank smaller and smaller, and finally formed a huge burning dot at the end.

Liu Lang was dressed in white, and he soared in the cold firelight, seeing that he missed a hit, and in less than a second, the death shooting group bent his bow and arrows again.

"Flutter-"

Another shot of 10,000 arrows!

The terrible firelight illuminated the entire valley as bright as day, and above the blazing flames, Liu Lang, who was dressed in white, was always suspended above the flames, and two thousands of arrows were fired together, and none of the thousands of burning arrows successfully hit Liu Lang, not even the corners of his clothes.

The bow and arrow ninja on the high platform had fear on his face, but he didn't believe that Liu Lang alone could defeat him, a group of thousands of elite dead archers.

"Shoot again!"

The bow and arrow ninja's face was gloomy, his voice was like ice, and even he himself took out an arrow and aimed it at Liu Lang.

"Flutter-"

Ten thousand arrows!

"Flutter-"

Ten thousand arrows!

"Flutter-"

Ten thousand arrows!

The archers of the Dead Shooting Regiment did not know how many arrows they had shot, they just mechanically repeated the actions of taking arrows, setting up bows, drawing strings, aiming, and shooting arrows, until they took out the last feather arrow in the quiver, and they realized that in just a few minutes, they had shot almost all the arrows.

In the center of the valley, something that looked like a burning golden hoop rod stood there, and if you looked closely, the body of the burning golden hoop rod was made of hundreds of thousands of feathered arrows.

Hundreds of thousands of feather arrows were shot in one place, and the arrows that didn't have time to burn out were forced to build a pillar of flame more than ten meters high, and the flames rose to the sky, making a chilling sound, if you don't look carefully, it really looks like the Ruyi golden hoop stick that Monkey King was roasted by the Samadhi True Fire in the alchemy furnace.

In the sky above this more than ten meters high "Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick", Liu Lang, who has always been dressed in white and immaculate, is quietly suspended there, he carries his hands behind his back, overlooking all beings, like a god who has descended into the world.

"This - this is not a person, you can't shoot at all!"

"Don't say you shoot, you can't shoot at all!"

There was only the last feather arrow left in all the archers of the death shooting group, but they no longer had the idea of killing Liu Lang in their hearts, hundreds of arrows could not be killed, could the last one hit him?

"Impossible!"

This was the thought that came to the minds of all the shooters of the Dead Shooting Regiment present.

(End of chapter)