As these words fell, a frenzied flame rose in the eyes of every Yellow Turban Warrior, so fanatical that they were about to destroy everything, and now what they wanted to destroy was Yunting. Hearing this ambiguous answer, Yun Ting was not surprised, with the fanatical belief of the believers in Zhang Jiao and Taiping Dao, it was indeed possible to kill him spontaneously without mixing with various factors of other people.

But there is another question here, how did these twenty-one Yellow Turban wrestlers find Yunting, it should be instigated by someone intentionally or unintentionally, or there is the person behind the scenes among the twenty-one Yellow Turban wrestlers, of course things will not be so simple. These are all possible, Yun Ting didn't have time to think about it, the current situation is that it is important to save his life first, otherwise if he dies, he will not even be qualified to go to the underworld!

Yun Ting's mind was already immersed in memory, recalling every time he drew the bow, every time he shot an arrow, and some small fragments, he didn't let go. Only by finding the original feeling from the memory, and substituting the current self into it, can the arrows shot be able to cause damage to the enemy.

The fingers trembled slightly, and the wind flowed through the bow, rushed into the bowstring, and was cut in two parts, scraping through the skin. Yun Ting felt the stinging pain, but it was not brought by the wind, but his hands felt it themselves, these hands bear the life and death of Yun Ting, how can the pressure not be great? The current situation is like when Yun Ting first learned archery, he took a longbow and put on an arrow, but he didn't shoot it until a flying pigeon passed by, as if he saw a braised pigeon, and Yun Ting's ghost shot it like a god. Now there is no temptation here, but a threat, a threat in the back, not the pigeon in front who loves the pigeon who has no ability to resist, which makes Yun Ting dare not relax, and his palms are already full of sweat.

"Void Bondage." The five Yellow Turban wrestlers in the distance, their hands shining brightly, cast spells again.

This spell was silent, and it was difficult to know if the effect had even been produced, but Yun Ting knew that this kind of low-level spell was simply easy for these wrestlers. The movement of the Absolute Shadow slowed down again, and the Void Binding Technique only affected it a little, but the biggest thing about this spell was not to slow down the speed, but to bind the air! The effect of the empty binding technique is the human escape technique, as long as the empty binding technique is cast properly, then even if it is a human escape technique, it will be cut and suppressed, this spell is completely aimed at Yun Ting's escape magic skill!

Even if he saw it, Yun Ting still had no way to stop it, he had just run too fast, and he was already far away, and there was a large area of mud in the middle, and if he ran over again, he would be killed alive before he could do it. And not far from these spell-casting Yellow Turban wrestlers, he is the only squad leader who drew his sword, since he dares to bring these spell-type Yellow Turban wrestlers, then that is, this squad leader can protect them from being killed by melee combat, and even if he can, he can delay for a while.

After the five Yellow Turban wrestlers finished casting the small spell of the Void Binding Technique, they still did not stop moving, and together with the other fifteen Yellow Turban wrestlers, they stretched out their hands and drew in the void in front of them. A fiery red painting scroll is depicted on the fingertips, flashing bright red flames on the lines, but every time they slip down their fingertips, the speed is very slow, but every time they fall, there will be a strange and dazzling flame, and when the fingers move slowly, the void will strangely bring up a line of fire, connected into an extremely beautiful pattern, the deepest point of which is ignited by the red flame!

Battle Formation Skill: Heavenly Fire Burning Plain!

Yun Ting recognized at a glance the spell they were about to cast, it was a strategist technique that required a lot of people to cast together, as small as twenty people, up to thousands, of course, you had to have that number. It's easy for a strategist to learn a skill, but it's hard to learn a thousand. They want to use the heavenly fire to set fire to the plain, summon the flames of the prairie fire, and wipe out this area along with the clouds!

Yun Ting watched them sketch the fire talisman over there, and wanted to step forward and kill these Yellow Turban wrestlers, but as soon as he saw the long and wide range of the mire, his brows furrowed, it was too difficult to get over.

Yun Ting originally thought that he had the archery skills of his previous life, and he could easily shoot a few, and then use the speed of the Absolute Shadow to run away, but he was still wrong, not only did these Yellow Turban wrestlers all know spells, but also when he really picked up the bow and arrow, Yun Ting realized that it was easier said than done, sometimes in imagination, that is, imagination, but it was extremely difficult to do, and even his little thumb was trembling slightly, as if he was afraid.

"Lord, do you think your arrows can kill?"

"I don't think so."

"As long as the lord has the intention of killing, then the arrow he shoots can kill, as long as he wants to, he will definitely be able to."

When he first learned arrows, Tai Shici's words still echoed in his ears, just like yesterday, Yun Ting chuckled, shook his head slowly, and nodded slowly. In the end, Yun Ting's mind fell silent, his eyes were firm, and he did not have the same apprehension as before, afraid that the bow and arrow would not shoot people.

Instead, when I first learned bows and arrows in my previous life, the next day's state of mind was fearless, not seeking results, but only asking about the process. It doesn't matter if it can shoot or not, if it shoots and shoots, it's on fire, archery is to shoot, how can it hit if it doesn't shoot out!

At this moment, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and the quiet Yunting heard his own somewhat rapid heartbeat, "bang, bang", as if he was about to jump out. He heard the wind, the sound of the breath of the breath in the mouths and noses of the people dissipating in all directions, and the sound of the surrounding grass and trees, and even the caressing of a fallen leaf. Yun Ting knew, probably that's it, first heard, then saw, and then, archery. This is the way of the bow.

"Jueying, run away, I know you can do it, if you don't want to be a roast horse, let's go together." Yun Ting touched the head of the Absolute Shadow and said to the Absolute Shadow.

It doesn't matter if it understands it or not, anyway, Yun Ting thinks that what should be said has been said, and if he doesn't understand, then let's become barbecue meat in the fire together.

Sure enough, the Absolute Shadow hissed dissatisfiedly, but this was not the clouds on the ground, but the Yellow Turban wrestlers in the distance. It snorted fiercely, sneezed everywhere, and had a disdainful glint in its eyes, as if to say that this little battle was just a piece of cake for Uncle Ben. It's probably a piece of cake for the Absolute Shadow, originally in its later life, following Cao Cao can also see a grander and more dangerous scene than this.

"Shadow." The Shadow Horse spread its four hooves, its hooves wonderful, on the mire, like treading clouds, not trampling down, but kept running. It stepped on the mud and walked by the water, leaving behind eight vague shadows, which became solidified in an instant, divided into eight shadows, and ran away in eight directions, only one of which was the true route of the clouds' escape!

(End of chapter)