Ming Di is also known as the sound of arrows, in the horse battle, as long as the commander shoots the Ming Di, the well-trained archers will shoot arrows in a volley, even if the opponent is the Da Luo Immortal, the rain of arrows will be shot into hedgehogs!

All of them were high-level cultivators, and they had all heard of this method of archery to a greater or lesser extent, but there were also people present who understood another layer of meaning.

Ying Baoyue clenched the stiff rope in her hand, and her eyes were as cold as ice.

The Ringing Hammer is born on the battlefield, and there is only one type of team that is accustomed to using the Ringing Hammer.

That's the army.

And not a killer.

Practitioners are powerful, but by no means omnipotent. Otherwise, war would have lost its meaning on this continent. No matter how powerful an individual is, there is a limit to what he or she can do in the face of the war machine.

Even if you join a master, you can't completely expel the group of unknown killers and wolves around you at this time.

Now there's another group of archers in the back.

"Let's go!" Ying hugged the moon and shouted!

At the moment when the sound sounded, thousands of arrows rained down from behind them, Ji Jiashu looked at the white-clothed young man beside him, and saw that Murong Feixing's face was also ugly, and he took a deep breath and the sword light flashed in his hand.

The powerful wind instantly carried a lot of arrows, but still many of them shot at everyone, Ji Jiashu also knew very well that this was the case, if this kid could really stop the rain of arrows in the sky, then he would have been carried by his father to the Great Wall of Eternal Night as a shield.

They're all too tender.

The only thing he could do now was to follow the girl in front of him and rush towards the city gate.

There is still one mile left from Ruyang City, the capital of Eastern Wu.

The last mile.

The huge city in the distance has been dimly visible, but what is surprising is that the wolves next to the crowd and the killers behind them have not disappeared.

"What's going on? This is all in the capital, is this forbidden army of Eastern Wu dead or has no clairvoyance? Chen Zichu couldn't help but scold when he looked at the empty road.

Clairvoyance is the name of the telescope in the army, but even if there is no bamboo tube, at this time, the distance between the horse team and Ruyang City, there is only one cultivator of the Divine Dance Realm standing on the city tower, and he should be able to see the galloping people and horses here.

Ruyang is the capital, and it is the most heavily guarded, so it stands to reason that the slightest movement should be detected.

Along the way, Ying Baoyue felt that something was wrong. They were hunted down so far, and they didn't see a single figure along the way, except for the little boy.

Although this is the darkest hour before dawn, there are four gates in Ruyang, the capital of Eastern Wu, and there are also four official roads, and it is understandable that there are not many carriages and horses, but it is incomprehensible that there has not been a single one so far. Before, it could be explained by the fact that it was far from the capital, but now it can't be explained.

Ying Baoyue looked at Zhao Guang, who was riding a horse beside him, and found that the other party's face was also extremely ugly, as if he was worried about whether something had happened in his capital.

However, he didn't expect that the young man in white who was pulled by Ji Jiashu on his horse at this time suddenly shouted, "Huh? Don't you know? Of course there's no one on the road today! ”

"Know what?" Ji Jiashu was stunned for a moment, but only heard the little young man behind him say to himself, "The forbidden army didn't gather here, it seems that the person is walking through the west gate?" Hi! I had known that I would have waited on the road to the west. ”

"Waiting for what?" Ying hugged Yue and slashed down a wolf next to him with a sword, and his heart moved, "Is there any big man coming today?" ”

"Of course," the young man in white looked at Ji Jiashu and the others with a surprised expression.

"I said Chunhua, did you just come out of the deep mountains and old forests? I don't even know about such a big thing. ”

Ji Jiashu, who was about to beat the person behind him, paused in mid-air, only to hear the young man behind him smile and smile, "Today is the day when the Beihan Pavilion and his party are here." ”

Ying Baoyue's pupils shrank.

If it was just a disciple of the Northern Han Pavilion, even if he added that holy woman, he wouldn't be able to use the word presence.

"Who's coming?" Zhao Guang on the side obviously knew this truth very well, and asked in a deep voice with clenched fists.

"But I don't blame you, this matter is not authentic in the Northern Han Pavilion, everyone has entered the territory of Dongwu, and the letter of state was sent to Ruyang, and I only received the news yesterday." The white-clothed young man smiled, "This is a rare event in the cultivation world for ten years. ”

"It seems that you really don't know," the young man looked at everyone in the chase and said word by word, "This year's mid-level ceremony, the Pavilion Master of the Northern Han Pavilion will be here in person. ”

"Didn't that say he was in retreat?" Zhao Guang's heart was shocked, and even his voice trembled, "It's really ......"

"That's right, it's really," the young man in white looked serious, "The Northern Wei National Teacher, the Xuanwu Divine Son Hebo is here in person." ”

"This ......" All the teenagers were stunned in unison, and at this time, they were in the extreme distance, and suddenly there was a strong sense of presence.

"It seems that I really chose the wrong path," the young man in white sighed with some regret, "This Northern Wei National Teacher's style is really big enough, and I will send the national letter when I am almost there, not to mention which way to go." The Dongwu side cleared the official roads outside the four gates last night, and I finally escaped those forbidden troops and wanted to ambush them, but I still made the wrong bet. ”

Ying Baoyue finally understood why there was no one on the road they came all the way, it was originally a clear road, and I am afraid that in the end, it was not chosen, and everyone's attention was on the road where the noble team was going to come at this time.

"Hey, this Northern Wei National Teacher is a big one," listening to the noise of gongs and drums on the other side, the white-clothed young man sighed, "I heard that the King of Eastern Wu will personally come to the city tower to pick him up today." ”

King of Soochow.

At this time, Ying Baoyue and Zhao Guang were stunned.

"I heard that he also brought his only daughter," the young man in white seemed to be unaware of the change in the atmosphere in the team, and he could still chatter while swinging his sword, "What is a woman doing with a mid-level ceremony?" Don't you want to marry your daughter to the king of Eastern Wu? ”

The atmosphere in the team was even more eerie, and the situation they faced was even more bizarre.

"Who?!"

Ruyang City was already close in front of him, and the killers and wolves behind him were still chasing after him, and at this moment, the voice of the cultivator of Eastern Wu finally came from the city tower in the distance.

But at the same time, there was a whistle behind the killer and the wolves.

Hearing this familiar whistle, Ying Baoyue was shocked and turned back suddenly.

At the last moment, she saw the snow wolf again.

Whether it was life or death, this was probably the last time she saw it in Soochow.

The killers and wolves in the rear also fell into a last frenzy when they heard the sound, and rushed towards them as if they were about to burn out, but this was not the end, and the city tower in the distance also set up a snowy bow and arrow.

"Who's coming? Stop the horse quickly! Shoot or shoot! ”

At this time, if they stop their horses, they will be torn apart by the killers and wolves behind them.

"Wait, we are ......" Zhao Guang raised his head a little embarrassed, but in the noisy sound of gongs and drums on the other side and the dark night, his face and voice were blurred, and he could only hear the sound of the bowstring tightening above the tower.