Taking in Xiao Liu's expression, Fang Yan couldn't help nodding slightly in his heart.

Even if he originally had the idea of helping everyone in the dart team, but the attitude of being helped, he actually cared a lot.

After all, no one would like to help a group of wolf-hearted people who are not.

Moving his gaze to the battlefield in the stalemate, Fang Yan gently turned the feather arrow in his hand, pondering when it was the most appropriate time to strike.

But soon he won't have to think about it. A man who can also rank among the top few in the dart team, for some reason, suddenly made a relatively big mistake in the battle, which directly led to the early end of the battle he was in.

And the masked soldiers who finally won the victory were indeed well-behaved enough, and their grasp of the battle situation was far beyond the level of ordinary dart masters.

After the battle was over, they just glanced at the entire battle situation, and without hesitation, they rushed to the battlefield position where their leader, the short swordsman and Chen Wu, were glued.

The leader of the other party was naturally overjoyed, and the sword in his hand and the pace under his feet became more uncertain, giving full play to his speed advantage. Obviously, he wanted to entangle Chen Wu firmly and create a chance for those masked soldiers.

Chen Wu naturally didn't intend to sit still, but with the level of force not much different, he really wouldn't be able to easily get out of the entanglement of the short swordsman for a while.

And after only a slight delay, several reinforcements from the other side had already arrived.

Fortunately, at this time, the dialect finally made a move!

Shout!

The same sound of arrows piercing through the air was much lower than the rain of arrows fired by the enemy just now.

But the loudness of the sound is not the true power of it.

Under the horrified gaze of the dart master on the side, the arrow that was gently thrown out by Fang Yan with the palm of his hand exerted a far more terrifying power than the military strong bow.

Poof!

Chen Wu, who was about to fight desperately, was stunned, and the masked soldiers who had just arrived to prepare for assistance were also stunned.

With stunned eyes, they glanced at the short swordsman whose eyebrows were pierced by the arrow, and then looked back at the direction the arrow was coming from—

In response to them, the same stunned eyes of the dart masters next to the convoy were answered. And...... Fang Yan's relaxed smile, and an arrow in his hand that came out of nowhere, but began to slowly spin again.

"Shhhh

Everyone who reacted did not distinguish between friend and foe, and at the same time gasped, and then looked at Fang Yan with a monster-like look.

As I have said before, the world in which the dialect lives at the moment is just a small world that has evolved based on a fragment of ancient history.

Because it is based on the evolution of the real historical fragments that happened on the earth in reality, it will not appear in this kind of world, as in the script, the extraordinary strong who can fight against a hundred enemies and fly the eaves against the wall.

There is indeed kung fu in this world, but it is not a kind of cultivation of internal qi, true qi and the like, at most it is just some kung fu that pulls out muscles and strengthens bones, although it can strengthen the human body, but there is nothing mysterious and mysterious.

Therefore, even the strongest martial artist in this world will not exceed the scope of a normal human body. And when they didn't have weapons in hand, they could at most deal with seven or eight sturdy men at the same time.

This is also when the other party is also not armed with weapons.

And in most cases, the battles between the warriors of this world rely on the sharpness of their weapons and the superiority of numbers.

Like Chen Wu and their battle before, this was the case.

Being able to wield a broadsword weighing more than thirty pounds freely, Chen Wu's strength is actually relatively top-notch in this world. But when faced with several well-trained soldiers with sharp blades, he still didn't think he had much certainty of victory.

And the same is true of the short swordsman on the other side.

Therefore, just like the dialect, it is really never before in this world that you can throw a powerful arrow comparable to that fired by a strong bow and crossbow with just the strength of your hands.

At this moment, the two sides on the battlefield, whether it is the enemy masked soldiers who were born in the army and have been in battle for a long time, or Chen Wu, who have traveled from south to north, have not been bad at this aspect, so they can also have a deeper understanding of the meaning of the hand represented by the dialect.

There was no accident, when everyone came back to their senses, they knew in their hearts that the dialect was already clearly on their side, and the morale of the dart masters was instantly strong. As the enemy side, the faces of those masked soldiers under the cover of black scarves are not very good-looking.

At this time, the mood was worse than those soldiers, but it was the middle-aged scribe who had been hiding in the dense forest and did not show up.

After seeing the terrifying force of the dialect, with his usual calm psychology, he couldn't help but almost scold his mother.

Where the hell did this monster come from!

The family is from an extraordinary background, and he is also a middle-aged scribe who has been in all walks of life for many years, and he knows very well that even in the Great Inner Deep Palace, where there are endless masters, even by the side of the Heavenly Son official above the court, there is absolutely no monster with such terrifying force!

"Taoist...... Could it be that the legends of those outsiders really really exist!? ”

The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but mutter.

No matter what world you are in, as long as there is a religion, there will naturally be no shortage of bizarre legends such as gods, ghosts, fairies and demons.

Obviously, he, like those dart masters, was also induced by Fang Yan's Taoist robe in the wrong direction, thinking that Fang Yan was the kind of hermit master in Taoist legends.

But seriously, his idea is actually not wrong.

As a second-level wizard, the dialect that has already completed two life leaps is indeed not much worse than those Taoist monks who have built foundations and the like in terms of strength.

Even if you simply compete for lifespan, there is a dialect with a lifespan of about a thousand years, and I am afraid that it is slightly better than those Jindan monks.

Of course, there is not much comparison between different power systems, but a simple hierarchy of power still exists.

With the current strength of the dialect, there may still be some gaps between the single combat power and the legendary Jindan monk, but it is definitely not something that ordinary mortals can figure out the limit.

Even in the world of ancient historical fragments where Fang Yan is now, as long as he is willing, even if he does not damage an army of tens of thousands, it is estimated that it is not too difficult to do.

Of course, the dialect itself would not want to do this, and he is not the kind of madman who likes to destroy the world.

For dialects, a world of complete order and flourishing creatures is far more valuable than a world of ruins.