Volume 1 Yin and Yang Yi Dao Chapter 29 Compare to the bandits
Lan Linghuan lay on Sinan's body in horror, he didn't feel the slightest charm.
One is because Sinan is not lying on his back, but very professionally holding his head with both hands to protect the vital point and lying under the coffin, he can't take any advantage at all.
The other is that he bets that the reason why she dragged him in was not because of kindness, but because he was used as a human shield.
So he listened to the sound of crossbow arrows shooting on the coffin in horror, but he blindly muttered in his heart, sure enough, his grandfather was right, the rivers and lakes were too sinister. At this moment, Lan Linghuan heard a long howl from Ling Qianshan, and at the same time, a wolf howl was also heard in the distance, and the two echoed each other.
The rain of arrows seemed to stop.
"How's it going, is it done?" asked Sinan below.
"I'll take a look-" Lan Linghuan raised his head cautiously, and as soon as he showed his head, he saw another wave of arrows coming, and hurriedly continued to lie down, "The situation is not good!"
"Just listen to the sound. β
"You're the target, right! You said to Ling Wanshui that there was only one assassin, which means that you know the situation and know that you yourself are being hunted down, in this case, you deliberately delayed time to affect us before!"
"It's supposed that you're causing me trouble. Originally, the plan was that those idiots would send me to my uncle, but God knows that you suddenly broke out and caused me to have to do this. By the way, don't call it Ling Wanshui, that guy is called Ling Qianshan. We still obediently pray that our young master of the Ling family can get rid of the assassin as soon as possible. β
β...... Huh?"
Not knowing whether to be surprised or refuted, Lan Linghuan let out a strange cry in despair.
However, at that glance, Lan Linghuan saw it clearly. Not far away, the lid of the coffin, erected to ward off the rain of arrows, was now empty.
......
Ling Qianshan galloped among the woods behind the desolate grave, moving erratically.
And on the ground he skimmed, there were a few more crossbow arrows from time to time.
Clearly, someone was aiming at him with a crossbow bolt. Ling Qianshan suddenly stopped, and suddenly hid under the tree, and the pouring crossbow arrows instantly enveloped Ling Qianshan's original direction, and he saw several crossbow arrows even penetrate the trunk of the tree.
Ling Qianshan suddenly understood, this is a weapon that penetrates through the qi, coupled with the crossbow arrow attack like pouring rain, it is probably the characteristics of the other party, and the enemy must at least be at the level of the giant gate.
If it was Tang Yan, she might be able to use the golden wire to protect the vital points of her body, and the two sides would fight against each other, and then Tang Yuan forcibly interrupted the rhythm of the opponent's attack.
But this kind of opponent is Ling Qianshan's biggest headache.
In other words, Ling Qianshan in the past was helpless about this.
After all, he didn't have an innate vitality, and he should have been incapable of fighting such a rain of arrows.
However, even though the situation was so grim, Ling Qianshan smiled nonchalantly. He raised the sword body of the Lingjia sword horizontally, and the inscriptions on it that were made of steel fell into view, one horizontal and one vertical.
"Then, let's try the results of my cultivation. β
The Assassin waited patiently for Ling Qianshan to be revealed.
He is indeed a giant-level powerhouse, and the characteristic ability he has is "pulling bullets". After entering the Giant Gate Realm, he obtained this ability, and felt that it was completely useless...... Until, he stumbled upon the workings of the crossbow.
In the end, the greatest record he created was that he alone slaughtered a city, which made him one of the world's first-class killers.
From the carriage behind the assassin, hundreds of crossbow arrows flew out, the assassin waved a hand, under the control of the innate vitality, the suspended crossbow arrows pulled and wound, aimed at the desolate grave, and then poured down unscrupulously, for this day, he almost prepared a crossbow arrow used by the army, and there was no need to think about the problem of consumption in a short time.
The Assassin's other hand, always in control of a batch of crossbow arrows, shot tentatively into the forest in an orderly manner, trying to force out the lurkers. As soon as the opponent shows their tracks, the Assassin can snipe them directly.
"It's weird. β
The assassin muttered.
According to the information obtained by the Assassins, once the client sent a signal, he should have faced hundreds of opponents, most of whom were exposed to the plains, and what the Assassin had to use was to maximize his abilities, so that the opponent would die helplessly without even knowing where the enemy was.
It's what he does best.
However, after the signal was really sent, the Assassins launched an attack in order to avoid startling the snakes, but they did not see the more than 100 enemy troops mentioned by the client, and only one person met them.
And a wolf.
"Woo ......"
The assassin turned his head to look at the white wolf under the tree. It was trapped by a netted crossbow bolt, which the Assassins had done to catch the beast in their spare time, but it came in handy.
"Is that your master, in that case, I'll kill you, a brute, to provoke him to anger. The assassin muttered softly as he slowly walked towards the white wolf.
When Xiaobai heard the assassin's words, he no longer struggled desperately, but just stared at the assassin with an almost human, complex gaze. The Assassin's heart suddenly stirred, and his steps stopped, and he felt that if he took one step further, he would fall into a trap, and the white wolf would turn into a terrifying beast and swallow him in one gulp.
A real threat of death, preventing the Assassins from taking a step forward.
So, with a swing of one hand, he summoned half of the crossbow arrows that had been used to defend against close quarters, and floated in mid-air, aiming at the white wolf.
"I don't believe it, you can still turn the sky upside down......"
"I advise you not to underestimate my family's Xiaobai. β
The Assassin looked back suddenly, and about twenty or thirty paces away, a young man stood panting with his sword in hand. Despite his embarrassment, he broke through the Assassins' net of arrows.
"How did you do that? I obviously didn't perceive any innate vitality......
"Haha, I knew it was like that, and this is really a bad thing turned into a good thing. The boy grinned, baring his teeth.
He slammed into the ground and lunged at the Assassin like an arrow.
It seemed to be a powerful scene, but there was no movement.
"Are you an Assassin too?" the Assassin asked in a deep voice, raising his hands together as the arrows that had been fired at the grave and all the crossbow arrows in the forest turned in the direction of the boy and the Assassin. He struck back with all his might, and the crossbow bolts covered it in large numbers.
In an instant, it seemed as if summer had arrived, and the trees seemed to be leafy at first glance, but in fact the ground was densely packed with crossbow arrows among the trunks of trees and rocks.
However......
"W-This?!"
The Assassin stared at him with great frustration.
The boy who was supposed to be shot as a hedgehog was now panting like a cow and sweating profusely, but he was intact and uninjured. At his feet, nearly a hundred arrows were scattered in bits and pieces.
"Haha...... Fortunately, the strength of each crossbow arrow is not too strong, and it is too far worse than Tang Yuan's strength...... Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to do this. β
"......Who the hell are you?"
The assassin's eyes widened.
He didn't want to admit it, but in the current situation, there was only one possibility.
"In an instant, did you just shoot away all the bolts that were fired at you?" the Assassin asked in disbelief.
Ling Qianshan could barely hold the Ling family sword in his hand, his hand kept twitching, and blood oozed out of his nails little by little, flowing down the sword body to the ground.
But he smiled with difficulty, almost without a look.
He stubbornly raised his sword.
As the Assassin said, at the moment when the arrows rained down, he unleashed a thousand stabs of his sword. Each time, the tip of the sword collided with the arrow of the crossbow arrow, subtly causing it to change direction.
It's a miracle that can't be replicated, but Ling Qianshan did it.
He knew, or rather believed, that he could do it.
"Hmph, you're surprising to me, but war of attrition is my specialty, how many times can you do this?" the Assassin snorted, he spread his arms, and endless crossbow arrows filled the entire forest, like an impenetrable iron wall, blocking Ling Qianshan and the Assassin.
"I don't have the strength anymore. β
The night wind blew, and Ling Qianshan's thin figure was shaky. As he said, being able to do this is already a miracle, the best he can do. He really couldn't squeeze out any more strength.
"Luck is on me, though. β
"Huh?" the assassin frowned, not knowing what the boy was talking about.
"At first, I always thought that I was probably the unluckiest person in the world. It wasn't until someone told me that you were the luckiest person in the world that I learned to look at things from a different perspective. β
Ling Qianshan chuckled at the Assassin:
"On the other hand, you're unlucky enough because you're facing the wrong enemy on the wrong battlefield and using the wrong means. β
"I don't think so. The Assassin said this, licking his lips unconsciously.
"Please, I've learned a lot from the most prominent people in the Tang Sect, and I know all too well about the methods of assassins. Ling Qianshan simply inserted his long sword into the soil to support his body, "You don't know who I am at all, do you?"
For an assassin not to know who the enemy is, it is indeed a terrible situation.
But what's worse is that everything was carefully planned, only to find out that the situation was completely contrary to the assumption.
"So what, as long as I kill you, I must complete the mission. Moreover, the process will be very easy. The assassin retorted.
In this regard, Ling Qianshan shrugged.
"Unfortunately, you are still shaken. β
The reason why Ling Qianshan said so much was to make the assassins waver.
When the Assassin finally realized that the other party was actually stalling for time, the white wolf, which had been tied to the ground, was gone, leaving only a loop of rope on the ground.
Above the Assassin's head, the white wolf, who had climbed up the tree at some point, pounced ferociously and grabbed the Assassin.
The Assassin could almost see the hideous fangs pressed against the door.
Ling Qianshan carried a long sword, approached the assassin and placed the tip of the sword on the opponent's neck, as if it was a coffin in chess, completely sealing all ways out.
"General. The boy announced in a deep voice.
He should have swung his sword right away.
For some reason, he hesitated.
It's in between.
"No, not yetβ" the assassin said through gritted teeth.
At the same time, the Assassin's hand behind his back danced secretly.
Not far behind him, the only crossbow bolt dangled in the air, and it was pulled to the maximum extent, and the body of the crossbow arrow creaked and almost shattered.
The Assassin roared:
"Do you think I haven't had this happen in the past? But I've survived, and I've survived to the present, little ghost! So, the one who is going to dieβit's you!"