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A marksman who can't practice qi is not a good swordsman.

Zhang Xiaodao must be a good swordsman, not only can practice qi but also shoot arrows.

In this battle, he first consumed the swordsman Lin Dong with a white jade bow, and then lured the enemy with his left arm to show weakness, and after the enemy entered the trap, he forced the opponent away with his strong melee strength, and used the Qingling arrow as a killer weapon to kill the enemy.

The fatal Qingling arrow left a thumb-sized wound between Lin Dong's eyebrows, passing through the back of Lin Dong's head and then leaning back, reaching ninety degrees, almost breaking his neck.

Such a violent movement threw the remaining half of the hat above his head away, and the hat hovered weakly in the air and mounted on the trunk of the tree with hard and mottled bark, and finally slipped down to the puddle of blood left under the trunk at some point, very wolf.

The half-top hat is very wolf, but Lin Dong is not so simple as a wolf.

His body smashed into a circle of dust with grass clippings, and his eyes stared in amazement at the corner of the blue sky under the leafy branches.

These eyes are bloodshot, and the eyes are very similar to Mao Hao's only a drop of ink on rice paper, which looks like he can't focus, and he looks dead.

Many people saw these eyes at this time, and the hole between the eyebrows, and then they all had the same thought - I don't want to die without blinding.

Of course, I don't want to die for the sake of money.

Therefore, many people's movements began to be sluggish, and the falling steps were no longer neat, and the wrists that lifted the knife were no longer strong.

It's a wonderful picture.

Because of the storage of flesh and blood, some wolves stand among the green mountains and green waters.

Around him are ambushes on all sides!

Behind the mottled ancient trees, on the thick branches, among the dense shrubs, his enemies are hidden.

On the bright side, there are countless pairs of cloud boots on the wet soil, and there are members of the Burial Eagle who look cold in black clothes.

But after Lin Dong's death, the enemy did not make any further movements, whether it was stepping on gravel or grass and trees, it seemed that they were shocked by Zhang Xiaodao killing Lin Dong, but in fact, they were afraid of this young man whose face was a little dark, except for a pair of sword eyebrows and facial features, he could not take out his hand.

At this time, a soft groan of 'whoosh' appeared in people's ears.

The Qingling arrow, which was still covered with blood on the arrow cluster, came to Zhang Xiaodao's face as if it had spirituality, and drilled into the quiver behind him.

Not sure why.

Zhang Xiaodao also didn't understand why he had some kind of connection with his weapon after the battle with the three-inch Hanmang.

If it was an ordinary feather arrow, he could feel a range that he could manipulate, but if it was a Qingling arrow, this feeling was extremely strong, so strong that he felt that as long as he wanted to do it, Qingling Arrow could do it.

Therefore, there was a scene in front of him, after killing Lin Dong, Qingling Arrow returned to the quiver as if it had life.

This scene made all the enemies in front of him shudder even more.

Not every Qi practitioner can control the weapons in their hands through guò Yuan Qi, or even the inexplicable things called thoughts.

Everyone also understands that this kind of person with this kind of talent is usually a ruthless character.

Zhang Xiaodao no longer needs to prove whether he is a ruthless character in the hearts of the members of the Burial Eagle, as early as a few days ago, he used bloody killings to make everyone seek security.

At this time, it seemed that the return of the feather arrow with life was enough for them to have one more reason to convince themselves not to die, so after five breaths, Zhang Xiaodao slowly lifted the white jade bow on his back, and when he drew out the falling snow knife, no one came to him.

Zhang Xiaodao smiled, his smile was very innocent, and his laughter was very deep.

When he killed Ren Jiahui, he understood that he couldn't go back to the border pass, and waiting to be killed would make these people even more unscrupulous to find him.

So he chose to rush into the dense forest with the old green cow and started a killing journey.

This is not due to his character, Zhang Xiaodao is very afraid of death, but at the same time he is afraid of death, the affairs of Lingyin County make him have to do this, otherwise he will be a son of man in vain!

Everyone in front of him was an accomplice to the attack on Lingyin County.

Although they have no right to obstruct anything, as old border soldiers, they are very aware of the consequences of indulging the people of the Great Wilderness to cross the border pass.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaodao did not have the slightest burden to kill these people in front of him, but only felt that the more he killed, the happier he became.

The not-so-loud laughter spread through the green and occasionally blood-red forests, and some of the members of the Dragonless Burial Eagles finally stepped forward.

Zhang Xiaodao ushered in three sword lights, so he responded with a knife light.

The sword qi that came out of the falling snow knife was cold, as if a pure white silk horse appeared in the air, holding an invincible aura to block the three sword lights, and submerged into the bodies of the three people.

Three clouds of blood mist burst apart along with some fragmented bodies, staining the air, the grass, and everyone's hearts.

At this time, Qingniu came to Zhang Xiaodao's side, Zhang Xiaodao stood up with a knife, and said softly: "Goodbye." But those who hear it wish never to be seen again.

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The dawn of the morning illuminates Higashiyama, but from time to time Dongshan will fall into the rocks that look small but can splash up countless dust. The dust and ash were like a fog at the foot of the East Mountain, in the ruins, in the only tent.

In the camp tent, which was not luxurious, Zhao Zhigang was covered in dust, but he didn't realize it.

He had been sitting here all night, his expression solemn, but the horrible scar on his neck was getting redder and redder, as if it was about to come out hideously.

At this time, the panicked soldier lifted the corner of the door curtain, looked at Zhao Zhigang and said softly: "Commander, something has happened." ”

Zhao Zhigang had already given an order not to disturb anyone, and at this time, someone dared to come and risk his taboo, which can only mean that the matter is very big.

So he stopped pranayama, opened his modest but majestic eyes slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The soldier subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of spit, "Lin Dong, Fang Mai has been killed." ”

Zhao Zhigang's expression changed suddenly, tilted his head slightly, twisted the scar on his neck, and began a long silence.

The soldier didn't know how to show his kindness, so he could only wait silently, but he didn't know that Zhao Zhigang had already begun to travel at this time.

Zhao Zhigang not only has a fifteen-year relationship with the three-inch cold mang, but also has a wonderful connection.

This connection would fail after a certain distance, but within a certain range he could perceive the general direction.

At this time, this general orientation appeared in his mind, but this direction was flying.

At the same time, the inexplicable majestic pressure bent the soldier's waist, and he was in a cold sweat all over his body, almost prostrating.

Zhao Zhigang continued to be silent, and the soldiers were sweating profusely.

I don't know how long it took, the soldier finally couldn't bear this pressure, and fell on the ground full of dust, Zhao Zhi stood up hesitantly just now, ignored the soldier, walked out of the tent, and walked into the barren mountain!