Yang Wei shot an arrow, and his true qi was instantly drained by the shot, and he stumbled and almost rolled down from the city gate. Hurriedly supported his body with the archery bow, sat down slowly, and breathed his true qi, but his eyes did not leave from the direction of the sandalwood acacia, expecting the expected result.

He opened his mouth wide in horror, then sighed dejectedly, and slowly closed his eyes, trying to calm the emotions in his heart. The result made him extremely disappointed, the sandalwood locust had already been frightened by his earth-shattering arrow, and at the moment when his arrow left his hand, the old man next to him was steaming with a thick black gas, and he flew up and pushed the sandalwood locust out.

The old man's left hand was flapping at an indiscernible speed on a waist drum hanging from his waist, and his right fist swung in front of him. Others may not be able to see it, but Yang Wei's sense of energy is particularly keen, and he was shocked to find that the steady invisible energy in the air moved with the old man's constant beating of the waist drum.

The ubiquitous energy instantly converged in the old man's forward, and the chaotic arrow passed through the space and arrived at the same moment, first entangled by the gathered energy, but it was immediately shattered by the powerful destructive power of the chaotic arrow, and collided with the old man's right fist full of true qi, directly knocking him three feet away.

The momentum of the Chaos Arrows continued unabated, but as the old man slapped the waist drum for longer and longer, the energy condensed in the air also increased. The old man followed up with a second punch, a third punch, and with each punch, he was struck a distance of three feet by the Chaos Arrow.

And the Chaos Arrow was no longer as powerful as it was at the beginning, and it was entangled with the increasingly powerful energy gathered in the air for longer and longer. It wasn't until the old man threw his tenth punch that the chaotic arrow was tightly entangled by the energy gathered in the air, and it could no longer break free, completely stopped in the air, trembled helplessly, and completely dissipated into the air.

At this time, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the old man's face, his face was extremely pale, and his hands trembled slightly. His eyes were filled with horror, and he stared fixedly at the place where the Chaos Arrow had disappeared. Horrified, but not surprising, he had a secret in his heart that no one could tell the outside world.

He knew that it was not uncommon for this world to be the same as his cultivation, or even far beyond his masters. And these masters all have the same secret in their hearts, and the relationship between these masters is even closer than their relatives in the world now.

These masters also choose to live in seclusion, and outsiders don't even know about the existence of these masters, as long as they don't provoke them, they won't easily move or appear in the world.

The old man guessed from this arrow that the person who shot the arrow must be one of these masters. This old man is also one of these masters, and with the close relationship between these masters, the old man is not worried that the other party will shoot a second arrow under his deliberate blocking.

At this time, he was shot away from where he was standing just now. After taking a breath for a while, he beckoned to a brute soldier next to him, "Help me over." ”

The brute soldier who had been selected had a look of honor on his face, and ran over with his farts in his arms, helping the old man towards the place where he had pushed away the sandalwood just now. When he got closer, his face changed wildly, and he saw Tanshi Huai being supported by a personal guard. A long knife stabbed through his back and out of his lower abdomen, and next to him lay a bloody corpse.

The old man lost his voice and said, "How can this be?!"

Tanshi Huai smiled bitterly, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "When the shaman pushed it away just now, a personal soldier held his waist knife and didn't put it away, and I collided with him, and that's it." ”

It turned out that this old man was actually a shaman next to Tan Shihuai, named Hu Erchi, who was the shaman of the Xianbei royal court. Although shamanism does not have a clear affiliation, Khurchi is recognized as the most powerful shaman of all the Xianbei tribes, and his status must be treated with respect.

Hu Erchi is now dumbfounded, there are still such coincidental things in the world. In fact, it was not a coincidence, everyone was shocked by Yang Wei's arrow at that time, and they couldn't make any moves. At the moment when Hu Erchi pushed the sandalwood acacia into the air, the guard, like everyone else, did not wake up, and it was reasonable that he didn't have time to put away the waist knife.

Coincidentally, the direction in which the sandalwood acacia flew up hit the tip of the guard's knife, even if the direction of the guard's waist knife deviated a little more, the current situation would be very different. Tanshi Huai was not completely awake at that time, and of course he couldn't dodge. Even when he was awake, he couldn't borrow his strength in mid-air, and he just watched the waist knife stab into his body.

Tanshi Huai endured the pain, and asked Hu Erchi with a trembling voice: "The shaman has just taken an arrow from this person, which is higher or lower between this person's cultivation and the shaman?" ”

Tan Shihuai said helplessly: "I didn't expect there to be such a master in the city, miscalculated." He said to the two guards who were supporting him: "Help me back to the camp and let the medical officer be called." And also...... Mingjin. One of the guards said to the others, and one of the guards trotted to the medical officer, and the herald beside the sandalwood immediately gave the order to the sandalwood.

Then the two guards hurriedly erected the sandalwood locust. Tanshi Huai now does not dare to move, dare not ride a horse, and dare not walk. With each step, the waist knife in his abdomen seemed to stir in his stomach. Riding on a horse is more uncomfortable than walking. Therefore, they could only be carried by their own soldiers and went to the camp tent.

Now on the battlefield, there is no way to treat him, and he can't pull the waist knife out of his abdomen, so he can only let his own soldiers help him back to the camp first. With the support of a personal soldier, Kuerchi also followed Tanshi Huai to Tan Shi Huai's camp tent, and he also wanted to help save Tan Shi Huai.

Don't talk about them returning to the camp, let's talk about Yang Wei at this time. At this time, Yang Wei regretted in his heart, secretly scolded himself for being reckless, he saw the old man flying up, pushing the sandalwood acacia, and taking his arrow, so he didn't look down. If he can kill Tanshi Huai, the other party will definitely be in chaos, and he will not be able to attack the city for a while.

It is very likely that this interracial alliance will fall apart, or even draw a sword against each other. In the end, it will only be these revenge-hungry Xianbei 100,000 horses who will attack the city. Now, he smiled bitterly, he didn't even have the strength to go down the city gatehouse.