Light snow fell, and heavy arrows fell like a collapse in the sky.

Military repeaters were more complicated to make, more cumbersome to carry, and were regulated by the Celestial Dragon Court.

Small sects and small factions can't be violated, and powerful forces disdain to use them.

Under such a crossbow ambush, ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can only accept their fate on this narrow road.

But Xia Ren is not an ordinary person, although his face at this time is honest and his eyes are a little unfocused, and he can't even be recognized in the crowd.

Along the slope, the corners of his mouth had a hint of curvature, and his black robe swollen, shattering the arrows that shot straight in.

Between running, the body is like an agile cheetah, walking through the mountain forest slopes in the dark.

His movements were not small, and he did not deliberately hide them.

The white-faced young general in the armor of the tiger-headed general quickly noticed his movements, his eyes showed a strange smile, he raised his arm sharply, pointed his finger to a place in the darkness under the slope, and said, "He's coming up! Shoot here!"

"Follow the order of the young general!" replied a rather handsome aide-de-camp, who was delicate-skinned and apparently at least a son of a wealthy family.

He turned his head, clapped his hands and said, "Do you hear it, shoot down the slope and die!"

Although the soldiers are slippery on weekdays, they will still listen to these orders from their superiors. The crossbows of the eight military companies turned around and concentrated their firepower.

The black light flickered, spreading a killing net and shooting out from above!

The soldiers present were very confident, and at this time, even some giant beasts were afraid that they would die here.

"People are already dead, aren't they?" said one of the soldiers.

"If you're dead, you'll make him a hedgehog!" A trace of cruelty appeared on the handsome adjutant's face, to be honest, today was the first time he had killed someone, but the thrill of excitement could not be suppressed.

"Keep shooting, let Song Ye see our strength!haha!"

The eyes of the soldiers suddenly lit up, and their own boss did not reveal his name on weekdays, and they only knew that he might be the son of a powerful person airborne in the city of the Son of Heaven.

Now that the adjutant inadvertently confirmed his "Song" surname, he was even more excited.

With this master, the future is bright.

"Shoot!!, if you don't say stop, let's not stop, it's not enough to shoot a hedgehog, let's shoot him into meat sauce!haha!" A tall soldier suddenly grabbed a military repeater, rushed to the exit of the ramp, and pointed the repeater at the darkness below.

The whole person is like an orgasm, shooting out one arrow after another, and the action is skillful!

"Die, die!" the tall soldier laughed, but his hands did not stop.

In this troubled world of rivers and lakes, human life is like a mustard.

Who cares if he is a spy who collaborates with the enemy! If the adults want him to die in the third watch, he will not be able to live past the fifth watch!

I really didn't expect that the person I followed was really surnamed "Song", this is really a happy event!

Everyone present thought like this, as for the person at the bottom of the hillside, he was already dead and couldn't die anymore, right?

But so what?

As long as the adults are happy, it is a corpse, and it doesn't hurt to insert it into a hedgehog or a meat sauce!

When all the soldiers present heard the word "Song", they were like being beaten with chicken blood, and even the handsome adjutant had a proud look on his face.

Only two people are not.

One is the white-faced general himself with the surname "Song", and the other is Xia Ren who is casually pulling away heavy arrows.

"Die, die!" the tall soldier repeated from time to time firing his military repeater.

Until a dark shadow stood in front of him.

Even the crossbow suddenly burst out with black light at this time, and at close range, even the giant beast would be directly pierced through the body and fly out.

But such a heavy arrow was randomly grasped by the black shadow in his hand.

The impact of the rockfall through the mountain suddenly dissipated in his hand, as if the man was grasping a straw instead of a powerful crossbow that had just been fired!

The tall soldier was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his eyes.

It was an ordinary honest face, and it was the kind of face that could be bullied at will in the army.

The face was staring at him faintly at this time.

"Why do you want to attack me?" Xia Ren asked lightly.

"You're not dead?... We are the garrison of Sichuan Province! if you dare to provoke us..."

Rumble!

A cloud of blood exploded.

Xia Ren's eyes were a little cold, no matter who encountered such an inexplicable ambush in the middle of the night, he would not be in a good mood.

He slowly glanced at the open space on the slope, there were about a hundred lightly armored soldiers, and a young man who looked like a general.

"You're the one who leads, give me a reason. Xia Ren said lightly, "Why are you ambushing me here?"

"Bold, keep your eyes open, this one in front of you is—" said the handsome lieutenant on the side.

Rumble!

It's another cloud of blood mist, like a red plum blooming in winter.

At such close range, there is no need for a hit rate.

Xia Ren's palm compresses the air at will, and the strong pressure cyclone generated can directly send people to hell.

"The most hateful verbosity, it's your turn. Xia Ren calmly looked at the white-faced young man in the general's armor, and the look in his eyes was like ice.

The general who took the lead was silent for a moment, and then suddenly laughed, "Even a mere spy dares to make a big statement!"

"Kill him!"

He didn't seem to notice the tragic situation of the adjutant next to him at all, but suddenly pointed at the young man at the bevel.

Rub and go!

You can't see much in the dark, and there are so many people.

A cadre of soldiers immediately drew their swords and rushed up from all sides, besieging the man in the center!

However, they didn't know that the last thing the new Xia family head was afraid of was close combat.

The cold knife reflects the snow light, the knife light flickers, and the head surges.

"Kill him!"

"He's alone!"

Bang!

Everything was silent again.

The black-robed young man walked out of the thick blood mist, faced the night snow, and walked in front of the white-faced young general step by step.

His eyes narrowed slightly, because there was not the slightest fear in the pupils of the person in front of him.

"How old are you?" the major general did not seem to fear his next fate, but asked a question abruptly.

"I think you should guess how long you'll live. ”

"Sixteen, right?" said the Major General to himself, "what a surprising age. ”

The next moment, he suddenly pulled out the saber hanging from his waist and slashed at the young man in front of him like a suicidal slash, like a moth to a fire, and soon his bones were gone.

A few minutes later, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again on the trail.

The big-headed girl climbed the stairs, and the drifting blood mist quickly turned into a crimson vortex and gathered towards her.

The blood mist turned into a gray aura, and it scurried under her skin in the shape of a snake. Soon it became entangled with the gray aura that had been dormant in her body and turned into a whole.

Xia Ren waited quietly for a moment, but still didn't get a hint that he could absorb energy points.

It seems that the strength of the soldier in front of him is too low...

Or rather, the amount of gray aura produced is determined by the level of the dead enemy.

He sat cross-legged for a moment, trying to figure out the cause and effect of the ambush, but found that he had no clue.

The only clue may be the madness and weirdness in the eyes of the white-faced young general in the general's armor when he sees him, and the strange question.

It looked familiar.

It seems that the mysterious president of the Winter Society who met on the Island of Poetry is also like this.

After he recovered, he directly restrained his internal qi, shared a horse with his thirteenth aunt, and continued to gallop one after the other.

During this period, he closed his eyes and deliberately listened to the movements around him, but there was nothing unusual except for the sound of wind and snow, the sound of broken branches in the woods, and the sound of small beasts chirping.

After another hour, the village's boundary sign appeared.

Xia Ren jumped off the horse, separated from the thirteenth aunt, and entered the village one after another.