The sunset was getting darker, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

Shen Lang took advantage of the last rays of light to gallop on the official road.

Dachu has only just had some early forms of the industrial revolution, and the natural scenery has not been destroyed by industrial civilization, and the vast majority of areas still maintain the original style of agricultural society.

Therefore, even if you are not in the mountains, even if you are still in the plains, there are still large areas of dense forests on both sides of the official road.

At this time, the official road that Shen Lang passed through was surrounded by dense forests full of big trees.

Under the dense forest, the light became more and more eerie and dark, and the insects and the occasional beast roar in the forest added to the terrifying atmosphere.

Suddenly, Shen Lang, who was galloping his horse, pulled the reins on the ground, and the black horse stood up, neighed, and was forcibly stopped in place.

Shen Lang stared at the "air" directly in front of him for a while, and suddenly his wrist flipped, and a vegetable leaf was thrown over.

The verdant leaves flew a few feet flat, and suddenly it seemed to touch something, and it cracked in half silently and fell to the ground.

Shen Lang sneered, looked at the two drops of vegetable juice hanging in the air in front of him, and looked around for a while:

"The trap is revealed. If you want to kill me, you might as well take it yourself! ”

That's right, in the air ahead, there is a hair-like slender silk thread hanging from the left and right of the official road, and I don't know what material it is, in short, it is as sharp as a blade.

In this gloomy and gloomy environment, unless it is a True Qi Realm martial artist who has begun to have a vague sense of crisis premonition, when the idle martial artist is galloping, it is almost impossible to detect such a slender hair with the naked eye alone.

And at the height of the sinking wave ride, if the horse does not stop and rushes straight through, it is equivalent to hitting the neck directly to the silk line.

Even if he had a second-order skin enhancement, if he collided with it with the power of a galloping horse, even if he would not be cut off his head, his neck would be cut, and the injury would not be light.

Fortunately, although the realm of Shenlang Martial Arts is low, he has already had a spiritual warning, and his spiritual warning is not limited to "hostile gaze".

Even if he didn't have any self-awareness, he didn't take the initiative to attack him, but just waited quietly in place for the "dead thing" he bumped into by himself, as long as it would pose a serious threat to Shen Lang, as long as it was close to a certain distance, Shen Lang's "spiritual power seed" would issue a strong warning.

A similar fixed trap may still be able to trap him when his "Demon Taming Technique" is only the second layer.

But now there is no threat to him.

At this time, in the woods on the left, a powerful arrow suddenly flew out, the sound of breaking through the air was extremely sharp, and the air ripples visible to the naked eye even faintly rippled around the arrow.

Today, Da Chu has entered the age of firearms, and bows and crossbows have long been in decline.

Because the power of the bow and crossbow depends on the material of the bow and arrow, and there is an upper limit to the ordinary material, no matter how strong the warrior's strength is and how good the accuracy is, limited by the material of the ordinary bow and crossbow, the power of the arrow shot is always limited. And the power can be stronger than the musket, and the "treasure bow" made of special materials is by no means available to ordinary warriors.

Therefore, in today's era, there are few warriors on the rivers and lakes who like to use bows and arrows, and there are many warriors who play with muskets. But as long as you encounter a lone archer, you must be a master with a bow.

Now.

When the powerful arrow was shot out of the forest, Shen Lang's eyes had not yet seen the arrow missing, and his ears had not heard the sound of breaking the air, his eyebrows had burst out, and the side of his neck tingled.

The arrow was aimed at the side of his neck.

As soon as it appeared, Shen Lang had already been locked on the left side of his neck by the arrow, and the "phantom pain" was derived due to the spiritual warning.

The warning was so strong, it was conceivable that this arrow would definitely be able to pierce his second-order strengthened skin and pierce his neck.

In the neck, except for a cervical vertebrae, there is no "iron bone" plus defense!

In other words, any ordinary seventh-rank or even sixth-rank martial artist, when the powerful arrow flew out, he was already doomed to death by the arrow, and there was no chance to dodge or block at all.

But Shen Lang is not an ordinary martial artist.

He didn't need to look, he didn't need to listen, and when he didn't even know that a cold arrow was coming, he had already followed his spiritual sense to warn, and without thinking, he used second-order agility to cooperate with the light skill of the Divine Capture Hall, and fell sideways like lightning.

When he fell off his horse, the powerful arrow almost grazed his scalp, and the high-speed air flow carried by the arrow body even cut off a few strands of his hair.

At the same time, a second arrow flew from the forest, this time not aimed at Shen Lang, but the powerful arrow went straight to the head of the black horse that blocked Shen Lang's body.

Burst!

With a sharp sound, the black horse's head was pierced by a powerful arrow, and the horse's corpse was also overturned by the huge force attached to the arrow, and smashed down towards the sinking waves on the other side of the horse's body.

Shen Lang let go of the overturned horse corpse in one step, exerted his agility with all his strength, exerted light skills, and swept towards the forest where the powerful arrows flew in.

At this time, the third powerful arrow flew head-on again, and the speed of the arrow lost and the speed of the sinking waves, almost instantly shot in front of the door of the sinking waves.

But Shen Lang's second-order agility is not just reaction speed.

His prediction of space and distance is also extremely accurate, especially he also has "speed perception", which can slow down the "speed" of the objects in his field of vision when he condenses his eyesight.

Although he is far from reaching the realm of "bullet time", the so-called "slowing down" only exists in his subjective vision, but he can observe the details of the movement of the object more clearly, and the "objective speed" of the object has not changed in any way, but this is enough for him to rely on the powerful reaction speed of the second-order agility, as well as the perception of space and distance, to react in time.

Therefore, when the third arrow came and shot in front of Shen Lang's door almost instantly, Shen Lang had already landed on his knees, slid forward, and at the same time leaned back, narrowly avoiding the third arrow that shot directly at his face.

The arrow's blade-like air swept past the tip of his nose, slightly breaking through the skin defense on the tip of his nose, and rubbing a shallow blood mark.

However, Shen Lang couldn't care about this little injury, and slid forward with a flick of his legs and feet, and then jumped up again, bowing down, like a predatory tiger, jumping into the woods.

As soon as he entered the forest, a cold and arrogant male voice came from his ears:

"You shouldn't have come. The archers are not the musketeers of today's January crash. The closer you get to the archers, the more dangerous your situation becomes. The truly sensible response is to run away in reverse, as quickly as possible, as far away as possible. Although you can't escape my pursuit with your light skills, you can at least fight and survive for a few more moments......"

This sound sounded almost in Shen Lang's ears.

And being able to condense the sound into a beam and make the voice seem close to the ear shows that the person who speaks has a very deep internal force, and at least has the cultivation of the six grades.

At this time, Shen Lang finally saw the archer.

It was a tall man dressed in tight black, with slender hands and feet.

He stood under a big tree, holding a large bow in his left hand, wearing arm guards and iron gloves in his right hand, and at the same time picked up three arrows, and was already ready to take the arrow, and slowly stretched the bow.

He was not afraid of the sinking waves that were getting closer and closer, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and his eyes as sharp as a falcon also flashed with sarcasm at the dead.

Shen Lang knew that this archer was actually right.

The closer you are to the archer, the more accurate the archer will shoot, the shorter the distance the arrow will miss, and the less time the attacker will have to react.

In the old era when bows and crossbows dominated the battlefield, even those strong archers in the army who could not be regarded as martial arts masters were all elites with tall horses, excellent arm strength, and flexible and keenness.

Even if you desperately rush to the extreme distance where the bow and arrow can't be used, the archer can draw his sword and slash, and the melee combat is absolutely sharp.

The marksman at the level of a martial arts master is even more versatile from far and near.

For example, Huang Zhong, Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, Hawkeye, and Legoras...... Even Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who are not famous for archery, have also worked as horse archers and foot archers.

So the weakness of the archers in melee combat is just a misunderstanding.

In the game, the archers are weak in melee combat, just for the sake of class balance, and there is no such thing as class balance in reality.

In the face of powerful archers, forcibly approaching, unless the body is like a god and martial arts are crushed, it is no different from seeking a dead end.

At this moment.

In the eyes of the archer, who had already lost three arrows at the same time and slowly opened his bow, Shen Lang was already a dead man, and this bonus reward was already in his pocket.

However......

Just as the archer had a smile on his face that was bound to win, the bowstring was mostly open.

Shen Lang, who was still ten zhang away from him, suddenly raised his hand to pinch the trick in the midst of the rapid movement, and shouted: "Duh! ”

When this sound entered his ears, the archer suddenly shook his whole body, and his mind was blank.

Nine Spells, Soul Deterrence Spells!

With Shen Lang's spiritual strength now comparable to that of a seventh-rank Dao monk, this single spell that is only a ninth-grade spell is powerful enough to make the mind of a sixth-rank martial artist blank, even if he forcibly breaks free, he will become a snail-like "slow motion"!

Even if it is a fifth-grade martial artist, if there is no talisman that can protect the primordial god, if he is caught by this curse, he will lose his mind for a while.

And after Shen Lang cast the spell, he never stopped, and in a blink of an eye, he jumped out four or five feet.

At this time, a flash of clarity flashed in the archer's eyes, as if he had come back to his senses, but his body was still stiff, and his fingertips could only barely move.

Shen Lang's eyes showed a sneer at the dead man, and he narrowed the distance to within three feet of the archer, then flipped his wrist, dragged out a pair of heavy pistols out of thin air with both hands, and pulled the trigger on the archer without hesitation.

Rumble!

Two gunshots rang out and there was a deafening loud bang, and the archer's head fell back sharply, and a large cloud of blood sprayed out of the back of his head, and the whole person fell to the ground like a felled stake.

Shen Lang put away his two guns and walked towards the archer's corpse, and when he was still a foot away from the archer's corpse, he stopped again.

Because several transparent threads as thin as a hair are intertwined into a net, and they are directly in front of the archer.

Not only in the front, but also on the left, right, and back of the forest, silk threads are laid out, and in the dark environment of the forest, it is impossible to detect with the naked eye.

If someone rushes over with all their might, trying to melee with the archers, or if many people outflank and sneak attack from behind, I am afraid that they will not even have the opportunity to teach the archers melee combat skills, and they will crash headlong into these sharp transparent silk threads and be dismantled.

Shen Lang observed the direction of the silk threads, carefully unloaded the silk threads laid on the four sides of the archer, and then continued to walk in front of the archer's corpse.

He glanced at the bloodstained face of the archer, and squatted down to rummage through the archer's corpse for a while, finding a portrait of himself, a small ball of cocoons made of very fine transparent silk threads, and a hand-copied pamphlet, before finally picking up the large bow.

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