"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Wang Xiaoshi smiled bitterly, he had no choice but to dodge in the rain of arrows, and he could also avoid, catch and parry.

As the personal disciple of Xu Xiaoyi, a "Tianyi layman", and the descendant of "Zizaimen", Zhuge Zheng's nephew, and the four famous catchers of the same generation, how can his skills be low, not only is it not low, but it is extremely high, up and down in the eaves, coming and going left and right, unfathomable.

But when he saw Chen Zhuo, who was pacing in the rain of arrows, walking without a trace of fireworks, his eyes were about to pop out.

Because he knew that Chen Zhuo didn't understand internal strength, in his and Bai Choufei's eyes, this was a slightly sturdy ordinary person, with an extraordinary posture and a little insight in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that he clearly guessed wrong.

Bai Chou flew out of his hand ruthlessly, he used fingering, his eyes were cold, his black hair was agitated, his face was white and terrifying, ten fingers came out in a row, and he shot through the air through the rain, and his fingers shot through the air, and he had already shot down all the arrows that flew in, and by the way, he also killed a few nearby archers.

However, looking at Chen Zhuo, his face was inexplicably a little unnatural.

But someone didn't shy away from it.

The servant who blocked the knife for Su Mengzhen, Camellia, one of the six servants, suddenly fell.

"Childe be careful!"

was stabbed in the heart, his facial features were distorted, his face was full of pain, and he didn't forget to protect the lord desperately, and stopped a wave of arrow rain for Su Mengzhen, and his thick back was full of arrow shafts, like a hedgehog.

The rain of arrows was too urgent, not to mention four or five hundred people, all of whom were armed with crossbows, in two rows, in alternating rotations.

Su Mengzhen's arrogant and cold eyes seemed to turn red in an instant, and then became more and more cold, but at the same time, he was also parrying the dark weapons sent in front of him, those crossbows and dark arrows were denser and faster than the rain of arrows.

He took off his robe with his hand, and covered it one by one, the shadow of the robe swirled sharply, and the terrifying hidden weapon disappeared in an instant.

He rolled up his robe with one hand, flicked his fingers with the other, and there was a soft groan and trembling sound in his hand, which was an extra knife, a beautiful and beautiful knife.

Red Sleeve Knife.

The transparent blade, the crimson blade, the sword light is like rippling water, like a beauty's slender waist.

But he stabbed himself first, and cut off a piece of flesh from his leg, with a small arrow stuck in it, and he was hit by a hidden weapon.

Blood splattered under the knife, and then the knife light took a turn, and the antique's smirked head had been cut off.

Hua Wuxian took this opportunity to slap his palms behind the flying robe and slapped it, and the black robe seemed to swell.

However, there was another person who intercepted and blocked, and that person was Wolfzi, who was under the secret weapon of the brocade-clothed monk, and still came to protect the lord regardless of it, and took this palm.

Hua Wuxian missed a blow, and saw the flying red knife shadow, like a water knife light, his scalp exploded, and he screamed strangely, and he was already flying away.

Not only is the flower not wrong to retreat, but the skinny old woman and the brocade-clothed monk are also retreating.

Because another wave of arrows has arrived, completely enveloping everyone in the arrow array.

With such a formation, anyone who sees it will have a numb scalp and want to retreat in a hurry.

By the time Su Mengzhen and the others wanted to retreat, the rain of arrows had already come with their heads and faces.

There were arrows everywhere, like locusts flying in the sky, densely packed.

Shi Wude, Wolfzi protected him left and right, tried his best to parry, desperately blocked, but he fell down in a blink of an eye.

This should be the elite under the "Three Arrows General", the master of the Ten Halls of the "Six and a Half Hall", all of whom are well-trained archers, and once they are arranged in formation, it will be a lore array.

Douzi's mother-in-law is the master of the six halls, and the monk is also the hall master, the eighth hall master of the six-and-a-half hall, the monk in flowers.

In order to attack and kill the owner of the "Golden Wind Drizzle Building", not to mention the two servants who rebelled against Su Mengzhen, there were also three hall masters who came out of the horse, as well as these four hundred well-trained archers, anyone was enough to drink a pot.

Su Mengzhen was the same, looking at the fallen brother beside him, and looking at the endless rain of arrows, as if he was at the end of his rope.

But there are two more people.

Wang Xiaoshi, Bai Choufei.

The two of them didn't know when they had rushed to the left and right of the arrow array, one attacked and killed from the left, and the other shot from the right, and the arrowmen who killed were panicked and collapsed.

And what about Chen Zhuo?

"Ahh

A scream shook everyone's hearts.

The flower that swept up the roof tiles and was about to retreat fell into the air, with an arrow stuck in his chest, and fell heavily on the muddy ground, his face full of disbelief, choking on blood from his mouth and nose, and staring at the man in his eyes.

Under the pouring rain, Chen Zhuo looked at him, walked out of the rain of arrows, walked out of the heavy rain, as if his body was full of eyes, and he walked under the arrows that were shooting indiscriminately and carelessly, and he was holding a pair of bows and arrows in his hand.

Just glancing at him slightly, Chen Zhuo had already aimed at the old woman and the brocade-clothed monk who were retreating in panic.

How can a bow be aimed at two people?

The answer is simple, two arrows were placed on the bow.

Simple answers, but extremely difficult, if not impossible, to do.

The two fleeing suddenly felt a chill on the back of their necks, and immediately felt as if they were being targeted by a poisonous snake, and as if they were being looked at by a fierce beast, they changed color and changed their positions repeatedly, and they were about to flash into the ruins, and hide in the ruins of those earthen walls, and heard a slight bowstring rattle behind them.

The two arrows had formed their own trajectories, and they were chasing after the two.

Shocking archery.

One bow and two arrows at the same time, and the castration is different, sensational, Rao is those archers who have practiced archery for half their lives have never seen such a miraculous skill.

The shaft of the arrow is like two swimming fish swimming in the rain, and the cluster of arrows grazing a few bricks and stones, bringing out a little spark.

The sound of Jin Shi's rubbing made everyone's pupils shrink.

Because the flower-clothed monk had jumped high to the ground and circled behind an earthen wall, everyone could still hear the sound of arrows piercing through the flesh and skin, and the movement of the living overturning.

The arrow unexpectedly made an unbelievable trajectory in the rain and followed it, like a living creature.

Granny Douzi is also on the run, she is like seeing a ghost, her face is pale and bloodless, her lips tremble, she is busy picking up the narrow path and flying, twisting her hands and feet wildly, for fear that she will also come with an arrow.

Listening to the sound of the wind behind her, she turned around abruptly, and used the broken blanket to cover the deadly arrows behind her with the "lifeless heavenly clothes".

"Aha!"

This man seemed to be in a desperate situation, and let out a smug laugh in danger, and slipped faster.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were raised, he raised his hand to take a flying arrow beside him, and suddenly stomped on the ground, like an ape soaring into the air, hooking a corner of the rain eaves with one foot, and he had already leaned down in the air, opened his bow and arrows, and did it in one go.

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the arrows are pointed at from afar, and the bean mother only runs desperately between the high walls and low houses, and her figure only flashes when she passes through some holes.

The knife's eyes narrowed slightly, Chen Zhuo's chest and abdomen suddenly heard the sound of thunder and drumming, and his right arm suddenly seemed to swell in a circle, his strength surged, and his muscles and flesh wriggled like a dragon and snake coiled, but it was spiraling.

The bean mother-in-law was still in ecstasy, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the rain, I heard a sharp buzz, like a locust flapping its wings, and like a bee and insect pounced, piercing to the extreme, and unimaginably fast, as if the rain curtain had also pierced a hole.

It was precisely between her movements and ups and downs, in a bowl-sized hole on her side, a sharp shadow rushed out of the rain curtain, and "grabbed" it was nailed to the earthen wall on the other side, and the arrow cluster was deeply submerged, leaving a small hole that did not know the depth, and the arrow shaft and the arrow tail were broken powder on the spot and scattered in the rain.

The expression on Granny Douzi's face gradually froze, she stopped, subconsciously looked down at her chest, a hole was bubbling with blood outside the eye, and a hundred steps away, an arrow pierced through her heart.

The fight is over!

The bow in Chen Zhuo's hand also broke off with a "gaba".

Looking at the three people who were still fighting with the archers, he rolled down from the eaves, stabilized his hat, dusted off the rain foam on his body, picked up the back on the ground and left silently.

And in front of Granny Bean, there is another person.

The man sat on a wooden chair raised by four people, with an umbrella on top, sheltering from the wind and rain, and bowed his head, as if he were a shy little girl, and as if he was looking at his own toes, with a rich brocade robe inside, and a luxurious black coat outside, and his hands were white and delicate, half-hidden in his sleeves.

This man lowered his head, but he seemed to see everything before, and saw with his own eyes how Granny Douzi died in front of him, and how she fell to the ground in disbelief.

The man spoke suddenly, in a faint voice, soft and soft.

"What a good archery!"

(End of chapter)