The disciples of Huashan are separated by two zhang, and they are lined up for more than 80 zhang, which only occupies a small section in the middle of the valley, but it is the flattest section of the valley, which is most suitable for galloping horses.

More than four hundred horse thieves slowly accelerated, and when they reached a position two hundred steps away from the Huashan disciples, they had already trotted up.

Xue Yile glanced at the target, took a light breath, hooked the bowstring with his fingers, slowly pulled it away, the three-stone strong bow bent into a full moon, and with a 'hum', the feather arrow disappeared in front of the bow, and the next moment, it got into the sparse queue of horse thieves, and instantly nailed to the forehead of a horse thief in the third row.

The thief died instantly, leaning back, his feet still hanging from the stirrups, and as the horse ran a few more feet, he fell to one side and fell, and the horse's hooves behind him trampled on as if they were not visible.

Xue Yile's arrow was the signal, and more than forty feather arrows flew out almost at the same time, and with a "peng" sound, the white light flashed, and he fell in front of the horse thief.

Huashan disciples have practiced archery since childhood, and the bow power starts from three buckets and five buckets, and improves with age and skill, and when they become adults, most people use a strong bow between two and three stones.

Those who can be drawn out to the Western Regions are all disciples with excellent archery skills, and they will reach the target in an instant as soon as they shoot out.

Thirty-six horse thieves screamed at the arrows, some of them died instantly, and some of them lay on their horses wailing.

The seven horse thieves wielded their swords, fired their mighty feathered arrows, bowed their bodies, and continued to gallop their horses.

The horse thieves behind looked at it and were taken aback, and a few of them couldn't help but shoot their bows and arrows, but unfortunately the bow strength was insufficient, and the feather arrows crossed one hundred and fifty or sixty paces and fell to the ground weakly.

Xue Yile was overjoyed and shouted in a low voice: "Rapid shooting!"

Originally, the most difficult thing in this battle was that the masters of the Songshan faction were hiding among the horse thieves, and when the disciples of Huashan killed the thieves, they would definitely be attacked by the masters of the Songshan faction.

I didn't want the strength of the horse thief to be too far apart, as soon as the forty-four strong bows came out, they immediately distinguished ordinary horse thieves from masters, which was really a bit of a surprise.

All the Huashan disciples here have the ability to shoot in a row, but there are not many feather arrows they carry, and ensuring accuracy is the fundamental, so although they shoot sharply, they do not show the speed of shooting three or five in a row, but they shoot an arrow with one breath and one breath, but it is also a high-speed rate of fire that the horse thief can't even imagine.

Only ten breaths of time, the horse thief just ran out of dozens of steps, Huashan disciples have each shot ten arrows, although the feather arrows are not dense, but endless, the sound of the horse thief's screaming is even more continuous, but the roar of the horse running is very loud, covering up these screams.

The horse thieves in the back saw their companions in front of them fall down one by one, but in a moment, there were more than 200 horses running in front of them, and only more than 26 people were left who could still sit on the back of the horses.

Twenty-six people also knew that their identities were exposed, so they didn't care about the horses, the weapons slashed through the horses, the horses neighed in pain, accelerated instantly, and frantically rushed towards the defense line of the Huashan disciples.

"Shoot the horse!"

Xue Yile let out a low shout, forty-four feather arrows came out of the air, and instantly shot in front of the horse's legs, although the twenty-six good hands tried their best to defend, but Gu Zuo could not care about the right, the hooves of the seventeen horses were shot, and they fell to the ground with a bang, these martial arts masters with black faces lightly swept off the horse's back, jumped up, and killed the disciples of Huashan.

The Huashan disciples shot another round, and only knocked down the other nine horses, but they couldn't help these martial arts masters.

"Four teams to fight!" Xue Yile snorted.

Twenty-eight inner disciples dropped their longbows, tore off the quiver on their backs, drew their long swords, and came out of the crowd, instantly forming four Tiangang Big Dipper Seven Star Arrays, and greeted more than twenty masters of the Songshan Sect.

The other dozen or so people continued to shoot at the horse thieves who were 100 paces away, and one by one the horse thieves screamed and turned over and dismounted.

The feather arrows crossed the sky and killed dozens of horse thieves, and the rest of the horse thieves drew their bows and shot arrows, but at such a distance, the horse thieves were only about a stone's bow, and the arrows they shot were almost no threat to the disciples of Huashan.

As the horse thieves were shot down one by one, more than twenty more people stood out, and they swept away their feather arrows and rushed straight towards the defense line of the Huashan disciples.

The other more than 100 horse thieves were already frightened, and they didn't dare to rush to the Huashan disciple's defense line anymore, and turned to both sides, far away to the back of the Huashan disciple.

The horses in front of them all stopped, some turned back to look for their masters, and some turned around and followed the other horses to the sides, as if they smelled the fierce spirit of the Huashan masters, and avoided them from afar.

Xue Yile smiled lightly, the arrow speed of the Huashan disciples was too fast, and when the horse thieves and the Songshan sect disciples remembered to go around in circles, most of the horse thieves had been shot, and there were more than a hundred horse thieves left, who were already frightened and vulnerable to combat power.

More than a dozen Huashan disciples, as the horse thief turned and moved, their bows and arrows in their hands did not stop, and they established a striking line on the side of the defense line.

Xue Yile also put down his bow and arrows, and followed behind the four seven-star arrays with a long sword in his hand, while Yang Yijian continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows, vigilant against the horse thieves scattered around, among the remaining hundred or so horse thieves, there must be masters hidden in them.

More than 100 steps, for the masters, it is imminent, the four Tiangang Big Dipper Seven Star Arrays have just been arranged, and more than a dozen masters of the Songshan faction have swung their swords and slashed, and at this point, the Songshan faction has not even concealed the iconic broadsword.

"Burst"

With the four voices of Zhang Yiqiang's four people, the four Tiangang Big Dipper Seven Star Arrays operated instantly, and the twenty-eight disciples jumped left and right, each encircled six or seven people, and fought together.

Two of them were extremely vigilant, flashed left and right, avoided the power range of the Seven Star Array, and in a few leaps, they came to Xue Yile's side, and their long swords shook and stabbed over.

Yang Yijian casually shot an arrow at the person behind him, the man opened his sword and pounced, Yang Yijian dropped his bow and arrow, drew his long sword and jumped over, and slashed at the man with a sword.

More than 20 people in the back had also rushed to the nearest place, and seeing that the two sides had already fought together, they rushed to the rest of the Huashan disciples with weapons.

The four Tiangang Big Dipper Seven Star Arrays suddenly dispersed, and each encircled four or five people, and in an instant, they joined together, and seven Huashan disciples surrounded the ten Songshan Sect disciples to fight.

The other four or five Songshan disciples avoided the sword formation and killed Xue Yile and Yang Yijian.

When several Huashan disciples saw this, they dropped their bows and arrows, jumped together, and swung their swords to catch a few people.

Jiang Bulin connected the Songshan disciples with a few swords, staggered a little under his feet, and took a few steps back towards Xue Yile's side, the Songshan disciples were overjoyed, and swung their swords and slashed, Jiang Bulin took another sword, as if he couldn't stand the force, so he no longer connected the Songshan disciples' broadswords, and fought with him by mistake.

Zhao Yishui shouted, stabbed sharply with a sword, repelled the Songshan disciple in front of him, jumped under his feet, came to Jiang Bulin's side, stabbed him with a sword, and helped Jiang Bulin take over the Songshan sect disciple.

Jiang Bulin's long sword turned and stabbed at the Songshan faction disciple who was chasing Zhao Yishui, and the two exchanged opponents and fought with the Songshan faction disciple by Xue Yile's side.

The four sword formations continued to operate, and after only a stick of incense, the sound of the Songshan faction's disciples screaming in pain began to be heard, and the ten Songshan faction disciples all felt that their abdomen and back were under attack, and the Huashan faction disciples were haunted by the surrounding Huashan faction, and the Huashan swords were crisscrossed, and one was accidentally injured by the sword.

Zhao Sihai's face was a little pale, he rode on the horse from a distance, and after looking at it for a while, the disciples of Songshan had slowly begun to fall into the disadvantage.

The Songshan faction never knew that the Huashan faction actually had a sword formation.

In a group of seven, they were able to defeat ten Songshan Sect disciples, all of whom were powerful second-rate players.

Moreover, the ten disciples who fell into the disadvantage actually began to slowly get injured, and if they didn't rescue them, I am afraid that someone would die soon.

The two junior disciples have already fought with Xue Yile and Yang Yijian, and the other two junior disciples are also slowly fighting and lurking in the past, and as soon as they have the opportunity, they can suddenly attack.

Zhao Sihai turned his head to Qinghai Yixiao, whose eyes were full of bloodshots, and said, "It's time for us to go." ”

Qinghai Yixiao nodded fiercely, looked back at Yigan's fearful subordinates, sighed and said, "The others will stand back, and a few of us will go up." ”

Zhao Sihai didn't speak, he wanted to use the cover of the horse thief to get close to the disciples of the Huashan faction, but he didn't want the disciples of the Huashan faction to be good at archery, and in a few breaths, he shot the ordinary horse thief, but this plan was in vain.

But it doesn't matter, then come directly, the Songshan faction has never been afraid of fighting tough battles.

More than a dozen people flew off their horses and came out of the crowd, carrying weapons and sweeping towards the battlefield.