The three of them are all about two steps in cultivation, maybe nearly three steps, and they have cooperation, but the tacit understanding is limited.

After a quarter of an hour of wandering between the mountains and rocks, Changning used three brushes of death as bait to determine these inferences about the attackers.

Whoever comes, there is no doubt that they will be able to kill themselves.

Although it seems that the current feather arrows are all to consume Changning's physical strength and will, with a hint of the hunter's banter playing with the prey, but on two occasions, when Changning deliberately revealed a big flaw, there were immediately flying feather arrows aimed at Changning's Divine Court and Qi Sea respectively.

At least one person is impatient in his heart and does not want to fight for a long time.

Then at least one other person seems to enjoy the twisted pleasure of this drive, and instead wants the battle to drag on a little longer.

Changning silently wrote down these two points again.

Lowering his body and looking around, Changning's gaze swept over the tail of the arrow that was stuck diagonally on the ground.

The tail feathers are exactly the same, but some of them are slightly scratched at the very end. This is a bad archery habit that inevitably affects accuracy and speed when firing.

And the arrow with this rubbed tail feather goes an inch deeper into the ground.

One of them is better at melee combat, and the feather arrow is only used temporarily.

New inferences have been added.

Changning cowered behind a stone. However, this bunker does not represent temporary security.

The assassin hidden in the night was changing his position all the time, and at this time, someone must be circling outside, detouring to the position where Changning could be seen, and then continuing to shoot with a bow, not giving Changning time to rest and breathe.

In the end, he was still afraid of the sword mound's swordsmanship, even if it was a three-on-one fight, even if he had already touched the edge of three steps, the assassin still avoided direct confrontation, and chose this method of driving away the prey and consuming his physical strength and mind.

Changning also tried to break through, but every time there were feathered arrows nailed to the only way out.

Not only familiar with the terrain, but also proficient in field warfare. It seems that when the world is talking, he retired early, so he came over early to lay out.

Maybe there is one more article, one of them can affect Changning's thinking to a certain extent, so that after Changning exhausts his mind and comprehends the sword intent on the martial arts platform, he can take advantage of the loophole to lure Changning into this ambush circle.

In this case, two people will come to arrange first, and one person will be left to lure the enemy. The tactics should have been discussed beforehand before they could be immediately brought into action.

A self-targeting killing arrangement slowly unfolded in Changning's mind, and some definite or still doubtful points were marked on this killing game one by one.

The place is well chosen, and no one will come at all on weekdays.

The timing is also good, the disciples with low cultivation are shocked when they first see the world and the battle situation, where can they recover.

If you change a person into the game, maybe under this careful arrangement, you will quickly become restless or impulsive, start to make mistakes, and then get injured, lose physical strength, enter the most vicious circle, and finally be teased to death by the layout.

But Changning won't.

He adjusted himself according to the breathing method all the time, and even the recovery of Dao power was faster than the consumption. And thanks to the senior sisters who were teasing him between the sword peaks at the beginning, Changning's escape method at this moment has also had the speed and agility that a sword cultivator of a normal herringbone realm cultivation should have.

Calm, calm.

This is a time to test patience.

The old hunter could lie in ambush for a whole day or more for the prey he saw, and now he has only been facing each other for half an hour.

From the beginning, Changning did not put himself in the position of his prey.

Although this is still within the confines of the Sword Shrine, Changning can rely on his durability and calmness beyond the other party's expectations to keep delaying time until someone in the door senses that something is wrong, and then starts a large array to patrol the mountain.

But now in Changning's heart, this is not the plan at all.

Fang Cai's backfire, Chang Ning has not completely suppressed it.

Come and kill me? Are you ready to die?

Like a real hunter, Changning held his sword and silently counted his breath behind the mountain rocks hiding at the moment.

"Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen......"

At the twentieth breath, a feathered arrow on the left side shot silently, aiming at Changning's shoulder.

Changning, who had already prepared, leaned forward slightly, let go of the arrow, and nailed the feather arrow into the stone behind him.

"Two inches into the stone, you are the third person. Changning said in a low voice in his heart. While dodging again, there were already a few more general markers on the topographic map of Guanmo Peak that he had just sketched in his mind. And each time the feathered arrow struck, some of these marks became clearer, some were blurred, and some were simply erased.

Angle, speed, time between intervals, terrain...... There are more factors superimposed, which outlines the location and tactics of the attackers for Changning.

These deduction methods are not recorded in any Taoist sword recipe, but in the village at that time, when listening to the adults returning from hunting, sitting around and chatting about the most cunning prey, Changning silently remembered in his heart.

At that time, he just wanted to become a hunter as powerful as his father as soon as possible, and hunt more prey to subsidize the family, so he listened very carefully.

And at this moment, these fragments are slowly organized together over time, like an invisible hand, unconsciously turning the tide of battle.