"Take a bow!"

The hysterical voice of the ninja on the high platform roared loudly, he took the last arrow from the quiver and wound it, his hands holding the bow were shaking, but he had no other choice.

This archery ninja is the leader of the Death Shooting Regiment, and he is also the one with the best archery skills among so many people, but the arrows he shoots himself are no less than those of the Death Shooting Regiment, but like them, none of the arrows can hit Liu Lang.

Although there was only one last arrow left in the quiver, the arrogance of being the leader of the Assassin Alliance's Death Shooting Regiment made him unable to stop there, even if this last arrow missed, their advantage as a death group was lost, even if death awaited them next, he would not hesitate to do so.

"Shoot again!"

The archer ninja roared, and his arrow took the lead, burning a trace of flame in the night sky, and rushed straight into the air like a god Liu Lang.

With the bow ninja's feather off the string, the last hope of all the shooters in the Death Shooting Regiment is gone.

"Flutter-"

The last shot, ten thousand arrows!

From the moment the death shooting regiment fired the first 10,000 arrows, Liu Lang did not set up the golden light shield of Haoran Righteous Qi to protect himself.

It's not difficult to dodge these arrows, but the hard thing is to break the hearts and guts of these ninjas who can't kill like leeks in the Assassin Alliance, so that they can fear Liu Lang and Liu Lang from the bottom of their hearts, and worship Liu Lang like a god, which is very difficult!

Liu Lang didn't want to continue this boring and endless struggle with these ninjas of the Assassin Alliance, he had to find a suitable opportunity to destroy the fighting spirit in the chests of all ninjas with a single move.

"It's easy to shake the mountain, but it's hard to shake the Assassin Alliance!"

This is a terrifying legend about the League of Assassins, and the meaning between the lines is very simple, it is easy to shake a mountain, but it is difficult to shake the League of Assassins.

This difficulty, the difficulty is not the irresistible thousands of troops of the Assassin Alliance, but the high fighting spirit that will never be extinguished like a fire in the hearts of these thousands of troops.

One ninja fell, thousands of ninjas stood up, as long as their fighting spirit was still there, Liu Lang had no way to end the battle in a short time.

Therefore, Liu Lang has been waiting, waiting for a suitable opportunity.

He was going to single-handedly shake the League of Assassins and crush the fighting spirit in their chests, which was as heavy as the mountains and the earth.

This is difficult for others, but for Liu Lang, although it is not difficult, it is not simple.

In the hundreds of thousands of arrows, Liu Lang did not protect himself, nor did he fight back, he just passively used flying to dodge, but his iconic white clothes were always kept in the place where those arrows landed, Liu Lang gave them hope and disappointed them.

This is a subtle double torture of body and spirit, consuming the willpower in their minds in silence, Liu Lang has an epiphany, is well versed in the way of killing, and knows more about the method of making life worse than death.

Finally, the endless arrows like pouring rain stopped, and Liu Lang looked around and found that only the last arrow in the quiver of all the ninja archers was left.

Liu Lang knew that his opportunity had come.

Success or failure is in this move, Liu Lang must make full use of their last arrow, from the deepest part of their spirit, completely destroy the high fighting spirit in their chests.

"Bang-"

The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air came from far and near, Liu Lang saw a burning arrow that was the first to be shot on the high platform, Liu Lang could have easily dodged it, but he didn't dodge, but went straight up.

"Poof—"

The flaming arrow successfully hit Liu Lang, and the tip of the arrow pierced through the white clothes and shot straight into Liu Lang's body.

"Hit, hit!"

In all directions, thousands of archery ninjas cheered.

This arrow invisibly inspired their fighting spirit to the extreme.

In the terrible firelight, the corners of Liu Lang's lips rose slightly, he smiled evilly, stretched his arms in mid-air, and met the thousands of flame arrows that came next.

The higher you hold it, the harder you fall, often with the deepest expectations, and the final disappointment comes even more violently. Since the battle with the Ghost Wanzong, Liu Lang has learned to control the psychology of others almost overnight.

This is the result that Liu Lang wants, giving this group of dead archery ninjas the deepest expectation, they expect this last arrow to kill Liu Lang, and Liu Lang gives them this hope as they wish.

"Jingle Bell—"

Liu Lang's left hand was raised high, and his right hand was pulled down, so that the two walls of vitality were staggered by a certain distance, and then the remaining momentum from the feather arrows injected vitality into the wall of vitality, giving them new strength after the remaining momentum.

The feather arrows that were generated by Liu Lang's vitality passed by, and headed towards the archers and ninjas of the dead shooting group clustered on the cliffs in all directions.

Thousands of flaming flaming arrows drew a circle of flames in mid-air, but instead of getting smaller, the circle grew larger and larger.

"Flutter-"

The sound of breaking the air faded away, and the last ten thousand arrows were fired in unison.

"Plop-plop-plop-"

The sound of bodies falling off cliffs was heard endlessly, and the flaming feathered arrows struck the archers on the cliffs with precision, and the flames set their clothes on fire, the vines on the cliffs, and the grass beneath the cliffs.

The "crackling" flames rose into the sky, and in the relentless burning flames, the sound of thousands of bow and arrow ninja ghosts crying wolves came from the center of the flames.

The cliffs of the entire Valley of the Assassin League were on fire, and thousands of ninja archers were engulfed in flames in an instant.

This is the ultimate goal of Liu Lang's ideals, using the last arrow of this group of archery ninjas to send them back to the west together, Liu Lang did it perfectly.

In fact, the valley of the Assassin League is very large, and the distance between the cliffs on all sides is also very long, and the arrows are shot from one side to the other, and the time in the middle is completely enough for a nimble ninja to make timely countermeasures, but this group of archers and ninjas are stupid, Liu Lang, who they subconsciously thought was going to die, not only did not die, but also pulled the arrows they shot, and shot them back halfway with the momentum of four or two thousand catties.

It was a kind of disappointment and helplessness that arose from the depths of their hearts, and in their eyes, the white clothes that flew up and down in the cold fire were like gods, invincible gods.

It's not that they can't react and don't want to dodge, but they are so distraught that they don't know what else they should dodge.

The white clothes show their edge, slaughtering thousands of troops with one arrow!

Liu Lang finally shook the unshakable Assassin Alliance with the power of one person!

"Enough!"

At this moment, a roar came from all directions.