The two carriages turned over a high slope, and the shouts of killing in front of them were clearly in the ears, and more than 200 people were seen besieging Meng Shan and the others, and his familiar roar could be heard from afar. ]

These masters of the Tianlong faction, the skill of riding horses is still not as good as these natives of the grassland, and after running for dozens of miles, they were caught up by the other party and re-surrounded.

The people of the Chai Thorn tribe were on guard this time, and they didn't let the people of the Tianlong faction get close at all, and only cared about greeting with bows and arrows, so that Meng Shan and the others couldn't guard against it, so they could only fight hard.

This group of people were all skilled in arching and horses, and they were uncertain, which made the disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect tired to deal with it.

Monsan didn't know how many people he had killed, and he didn't know when he had an extra scimitar in his hand, wielding pieces of knife light, and fiercely impacting the opponent's encirclement.

Arrows rained down, forcing Monsan back again and again. He looked back at his disciples, all of them looking depressed and tired, while the other party was full of energy, fierce and unusual, plus there were many people. If this continues, I'm afraid that these twenty people will have to be explained here.

If you hesitate, the situation will only get worse! Meng San, who was secretly desperate, turned around and shouted: "Ji Tang, fireworks!"

Ji Tang's clothes were torn, wiped the sweat and blood on his face, and gasped for breath. If he gets off the horse and fights with these people, he Ji Tang is not afraid at all, but on the horse, his ability is not fifty percent. The opponent's arrows were sharp, and even if he was deaf and clear-sighted, his clothes were drilled out of several big holes by the arrows. But if you abandon the horse and fight, the opponent will shoot a rain of arrows, and the person will be turned into a sieve in an instant.

Hearing Elder Meng's command, Ji Tang's heart was slightly relieved, and he put his hand into his arms, but at this moment, he looked up in disbelief and blurted out: "It's Lin Yi, Lin Yi is here!"

When the disciples heard this, their eyes were surprised, and they looked into the distance with anticipation.

Is Lin Yi really here? Did Lin Yi bring his big bow?

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The besieged Tianlong Sect and the people tried their best to support it one by one, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow. Lin who rushed to see it and shook his head secretly. The masters in the rivers and lakes, in the face of the battle array, can't take much advantage, let alone the one or twenty people here. If it's a little later, it's too late to help, and I'm afraid it's too late!

As the carriage approached the fighting crowd, someone noticed movement behind them. Dozens of people shouted and drove their horses to meet them.

The two carriages leaned side by side, and Lin Yi jumped on the roof. Yuan Qing and Yuan Feng each held a few quivers in their arms, separated on both sides.

The big bow opened and rang out three times in a row, dozens of feathered arrows flew out one after another, and dozens of people rushed out from the opposite side, planting like haystacks one after another.

There is no turning back from the bow, and Lin Yi no longer shows mercy to his subordinates this time. The arrows are all shot out of the skull, the blood is like a scoop, and one arrow takes away a life!

Each feather arrow was wrapped in a divine sense, and more than ten divine senses were already Lin Yi's limit. With divine consciousness as a guide and a big bow drive, killing people is just a matter of raising your hand.

Lin Yi's big bow 'boomed', and the arrows and arrows swooped for souls, and no one dared to pounce on the carriage again. The warriors of these tribes, armed with swords and bows, came violently, and in the blink of an eye, they became corpses in a scoop of blood rain.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people fell to the ground, and only the neighing of horses remained. And those people of the Chai Thorn tribe were extremely brave, and they besieged the people of the Tianlong Sect and refused to retreat.

Lin Yi on the cart, the corners of his mouth curled coldly. His expression was calm, and with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen feather arrows were mounted on the bowstring.

His great bow was pointed at most of the other party's men and horses, and there was a heart-wrenching 'boom' sound, and dozens of people were blasted off the heads by arrows, and their bodies flew up from their horses, and they fell weakly on the grass.

The fiercest warriors of the tribe could no longer bear the persecution of death, and wailed, with endless fear and resentment, and dispersed. Many people ran away from the country, and they still looked back with palpitations.

That bloodthirsty devil and the strange bow are destined to become a legend on the grasslands! and a nightmare that some people will haunt in the middle of the night!

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On the grassland, the tired disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect no one cared about the startled horses scurrying around and the dead corpses everywhere. On the uncertain faces, with an inexplicable meaning, they silently looked at the person in the carriage -

Lin Yi stood on the carriage, his face like frost. The hand holding the big bow trembled slightly. A gust of wind blew, and the thick bloody breath made his abdomen faintly spasm.

Slowly getting out of the carriage, his hands and feet were a little clumsy, Lin Yi hung the big bow in front of the carriage, and then sat on the carriage tiredly. His gaze was a little glazed, and he let out a faint sigh.

Lin Yi didn't want to kill more, if he could kill one person, he wouldn't kill two. Whether these warriors of the Chai Thorn tribe or warriors are warriors, these people are also herdsmen on the grassland, no different from Uchai. But in order to save the Tianlong Sect and others, in order to disperse these steppe people who were not afraid of death, he still couldn't bear to kill people.

Not one killing, but hundreds of people dying at his hands. Lin Yi looked at his outstretched hands blankly, stunned and speechless. He has killed many people, those who threatened his life, those who did evil, those who were heinous, and so on. After killing someone, he put it behind him and didn't think about it anymore.

And now, with the help of a big bow, Lin Yi killed so many people so easily. For the first time, it made him feel terrified and uneasy.

Lin Yi is not a mortal, he is no longer a mortal. His cultivation has gone far beyond the scope of martial arts, beyond the cognition and imagination of mortals.

It is like an adult, armed with a sharp weapon, slaughtering a group of weak babies. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, what he did today is very majestic.

These ill-intentioned grassland people deserve to die, but they don't deserve to die in the hands of him Lin Yi.

When the people of the Chai Thorn tribe dispersed, Lin Yi's heart suddenly gave birth to a kind of panic!

Lin Yi also killed many wild wolves, and he had no intention of killing the spiritual wolf king.

Perhaps, this is a respect for life.

After killing so many people, Lin Yi uneasily realized that he was challenging his humanity and conscience. It is not against one's heart to save people, and too much killing is not the original intention. Saving Elder Meng and others today made him feel a little comforted in his deep loss.

"Lin Yi, I didn't expect you to break out of the encirclement, save the injured disciples, and expel the strong enemy for us. This is a great achievement, and when I return to the mountain gate in the future, I will have a heavy reward!"

Meng Shan's voice sounded in Lin Yi's ears, and he slowly raised his head to see that he had come to the carriage with his surviving disciples.

Lin Yi got out of the carriage, took a step, lowered his head and said: "Brothers and sisters, it is our duty to watch and help each other, Lin Yi has never been greedy for merit!"

Meng Shan groaned, looked back at the disciple behind him, and when his eyes flashed, he said meaningfully: "I didn't expect that I would rely on you, an outer disciple, to rescue me when I was in danger. The power of your bow and arrow is amazing! Elder Ben is not an old-eyed person, and he still knows everything in his heart. Lin Yi, do you want to worship under Meng's door?"

When the disciples heard this, their expressions became strange one by one.

Ji Tang and Luo Rong were eager, but Yao Zi's face was gloomy.

Mu Qing'er's temples were scattered, hiding behind people and combing herself, when she heard what Uncle Meng said, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she looked at Senior Sister Xu and smiled.

Within the Heavenly Dragon Sect, it is extremely difficult for an outer disciple to become an inner disciple, and it is even more difficult to become a disciple of an elder. Elder Meng still has only one apprentice, but now he is so favored by Lin Yi. In the hearts of these inner disciples, there are inevitably mixed tastes and different thoughts.

Zhen Yuanzi, who has been paying attention to Lin Yi, is not easy to speak. With an elusive smile, he was silent.

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