The T-group responsible for ambushing on both sides of the long street is Hao Dashu's T-shaped team, and the best thing is to shoot the enemy with a strong bow and crossbow. In the battle of the Harrier River the year before last, more than 20 longbows blocked more than 100 heroes in Lianyunzhai on the other side of the river, and waited until the reinforcements in the city arrived in time to save a batch of red goods transported by Hao Dashu from the south. The most boastful thing is that the golden retriever, who sat in the seventh position in Lianyun Village, was shot through the right arm of the T-shaped group leader Huyan with an arrow, and then took Yu Zhongyi back to the mountains and forests.

Afterwards, Hao Dashu rewarded three glasses of wine in a row, and said that Huyan had the style of Li Guang's legacy, if it weren't for the fact that the territory was now clear, he would definitely be able to win a wife and a son on the battlefield.

So the most powerful thing about the T-group is to keep an eye on the enemy and nail the enemy. Huyan is the longest and hardest nail.

At this moment, more than 20 nails stared at the long street, staring at the black-clothed young man who was gradually approaching.

The young man's footsteps were still unhurried, and the spacing of each step seemed to be as precise as a ruler's measurement, and he took one step at a time.

Hu Yan's right hand hooking the bowstring gradually pulled back, and the poplar arrow more than three feet long hung on the string, and the arrow was pointing at the black-clothed young man on the long sword, and then moved slowly. The strange thing is that the rest of the people did not draw the bow, but just watched this scene quietly, perhaps in their eyes, such a seemingly weak young man, the moment Huyan Jiaotou pulled the bow, he was already a dead man. Some people are even already thinking about how to toss that profligate little girl's skin when they return to the still warm quilt when they are done. Of course, there are more people who complain in their hearts about Wu Qiannuo, who let them freeze here for half the night because of this little thing.

Huyan didn't think so. Although it had been freezing for nearly an hour in the snowy night, his slender hands had been kept in the stove on his chest. So at the moment, hanging with a long arrow, it is still so flexible and stable. But the moment he saw the young man, he had a strange feeling in his heart for no reason, and he didn't have the confidence he had in the hands that he had shot countless strong enemies.

He didn't shoot that arrow right away.

The snow is getting lighter and lighter, and it almost means to stop. Only a little bit of debris was still falling, but when it was still a foot away from Huyan's body, it was instantly melted away by the murderous aura on his body.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and puffs of snow foam rolled up from the ground, giving people the illusion that the snow was beginning to fall from the ground to the sky.

The murderous aura is already overflowing. Hu Yan knew that if he didn't let go at this time, the full arrow intent would continue to overflow and disappear, and at that time, he would no longer have the courage to shoot this arrow. He exhaled softly.

Hand loose, arrow out.

The long arrow swirled in the air, constantly breaking through the snow foam stirred up by the cold wind, and it didn't seem to be very sharp, but it shot at the young man's chest with extraordinary accuracy.

The boy still walked forward.

He bowed his head slightly as he walked forward, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. Even so, there were so many people popping up on the rooftops on both sides of the long street, and although there was not much noise, he should have noticed it.

But he still bowed his head. Could it be that he is deaf, and a pair of eyes are already used to see the way, so he naturally does not care about what is happening above his head?

The long arrow had been shot in the chest, and it was close at hand.

Close is an analogy that often describes the proximity between two things or two people. But here, it wasn't an adjective, and the arrow was really only a foot away from the boy's chest.

No more, no less, exactly one foot.

The boy seemed to move. He didn't seem to move, only occasionally quickened his pace. In an instant, the pace was back to normal.

No one can see this momentary change.

The arrow vanished. A tiny black hole appeared in the snow behind the boy, and the snow around him was melting at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the remnants of the arrows were intended to emit a blazing heat.

The long street suddenly fell silent, the absolute silence without a single sound.

Before they could cheer, the open mouths of the archers on the roof suddenly could not be closed, and their spirits were in a trance, doubting what they had just seen. In their eyes, the arrow hit the young man in black without accident and passed through his chest. It stands to reason that at this moment, the boy should have fallen on the snow on the long street, and the blood that flowed out would bloom into a bewitching snowflake.

But the boy was still moving forward, and he was not slow. When the arrow hit him, he seemed to become hollow, and the arrow passed through his chest and disappeared.

Could it be that this young man knows how to demonize?

Huyan doesn't think so. Although he didn't know how the boy dodged this arrow, that kind of speed was definitely not something that ordinary people could imagine, let alone see clearly. But his years of experience in fighting told him that this young man was definitely not a demon trick, but an extremely powerful master.

He suddenly understood how the feeling he had when he first met his youth, the feeling of a total loss of confidence. This boy can't be killed, or he can't shoot himself. At this moment, he was even more sure of this idea.

Not killing does not mean not killing, since he accepted Hao Dashu's order, the only way to do it is to carry out this order to the end. What is a dead soldier? Do it knowing that you can't do it, and you know that you are going to die to do it, you are a dead soldier!

Huyan pulled the longbow again to the full moon, and the tail of the arrow was sandwiched between the index and middle fingers. Not only him, but the rest of the twenty or so archers drew their bows at the same time, although their faces still had different expressions of surprise, the strength in their hands was not affected in the slightest.

The snow that had gradually stopped grew larger again, without warning, and the heavens and the earth were filled with the vast white snow. The cold wind rolled up the snow flakes and slammed them into the archers' faces.

The archers didn't care. All eyes were locked on the slightly emaciated figure on the long street through the snowflakes. The previous laziness, carelessness, and horror at seeing that scene have all disappeared at this moment. As long as they are ready to fight, they are dead soldiers. Everyone's anger seems to be stimulated by this snowstorm, although I don't know whether the young man is a human or a demon, a demon or a ghost, more than 20 people here are all experienced in a hundred battles, more than 20 long arrows are fired in a volley, even if it is really a fairy, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be shot into a hedgehog?

"Put", Huyan's voice was not loud in the wind and snow in the middle of the night, but it was enough for all the archers to hear. More than 20 long arrows broke the wind together, rolled up the snow, and shot fiercely at the young man on the long street.

It can be seen that these archers are all veterans of killing, and they cooperate very tacitly. The long arrows shot from different angles covered the area in front of and behind the young man, and as for the left and right, there was the high wall of the Hao Mansion. Therefore, the boy has blocked all his retreats, and even if he can fly, he can't dodge those arrows, because the arrows are shot from the top of his head.

It seems that the boy will die. Even Huyan had doubts about how he felt before.

The boy still lowered his head slightly, and walked forward step by step. No one could see it, and his delicate left eyebrow was slightly bent, as if something made him feel a little displeased.

The arrows have arrived.

The boy is still walking, but the way he walks has changed. The holes behind him were no longer straight rows, some of them were curved and staggered, like a naughty child's deliberate graffiti in the snow.

The wind and snow were already too heavy to open their eyes, and after a moment's blink, the T-shaped archers were still wide-eyed. They didn't understand why the boy had been in front of him before, and he should have fallen under the rain of arrows, but why he disappeared as the rain of arrows fell. Could it be that he was carried away by the sudden wind and snow just now? Where he stood before, there were only more than 20 black holes left, the snow was too thick, and even the feather tail disappeared when long arrows were shot.

The teenager did not die. Since he is not dead, who will be the one who died? The answer is obvious. Although he is a dead soldier and is ready to die at any time, when death is about to come, Hu Yan's heart is still filled with bursts of sadness and a trace of irrepressible fear. If not, who really wants to die?

The imaginary death did not come. Huyan and his men were still standing on the rooftop, the boy was no longer in sight, only the sound of the wind and snow whistling around them.

............

The long street is not long, and the two vermilion lacquer gates of Hao's mansion are in the middle of the long street. The two pairs of red lanterns were still hanging high, and the arm-thick red candles were only a little more than an inch, still shining with the swaying of the wind and snow, and the snow in front of the door was a miserable red.

At night, the boy was already standing in front of the gate, and the red was at his feet.