More than 20 bows and arrows are all like a full moon, and just wait for Steward Jin to give an order, and the two people in front of him can be shot into hedgehogs.

Feeling the cold eyes of the guy holding the silver gun, Steward Jin waved his hand reluctantly, "Release."

In an instant, more than 20 feathered arrows broke through the air.

Steward Jin was in a cold sweat, and simply put his head aside, not looking at the tragic fate of the talented son of the Song family.

Of course, he knew in his heart that this Song Gongzi was the son of the Song family, and if he was killed, he would definitely get into a lot of trouble. But the man in black was holding a gold medal from the Son of Heaven in his hand, and he didn't dare to disobey the orders of this group of bastards.

Long before setting off from the city, the prefect acquiesced, except for the woman surnamed Huai and the Taoist priest in the Taoist temple, the others could be killed directly.

It's easy to explain if you don't kill Taoist priests, these Taoist priests are all registered by the imperial court, not to mention that His Majesty the Emperor respects Taoism, so this Taoist priest is easy not to kill. But what he didn't understand was why he couldn't even kill a woman surnamed Huai, and that woman wasn't the son of Bao'er who hurt adults.

Before leaving, Steward Jin couldn't help but ask the prefect Deng Jingmiao, at that time Deng Jingmiao frowned, saying that after careful interrogation to Qifenglou, this woman was not a Fengyue woman, and then thinking of this woman's terrifying handwriting, Deng Jingmiao vaguely felt that this woman was not small.

Especially the surname "Huai", which made Deng Jingmiao very uncomfortable, isn't that Jingnan King Huai's surname, if the woman is from Jingnan Palace, then, Deng Jingmiao doesn't dare to think about it anymore.

Although this possibility is extremely small, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, he must not bet.

He Deng Jingmiao really wanted to torture the bold woman well, but he was more relieved of the hatred in his heart, if he accidentally capsized in the gutter, it would really be a loss to his wife and soldiers.

Song Yuchen took a step back slightly, without the slightest panic and fear on his face as the butler expected.

Wen Yongting, the prime minister of Western Shu, stood in front of him, motionless like a mountain.

The next moment, a rain of arrows fell.

Wen Yongting seemed to stretch out a palm slowly, changed his palm into two fingers halfway, and easily pinched a feather arrow that arrived first in the stunned eyes of the officers and soldiers.

Then he made a gesture similar to that of a literati throwing a pot, and the feather arrow in his hand came first, piercing a powerful feather arrow from the side and then shooting.

Unbelievably, this feather arrow only pierced, but did not pass through, and still left a large section of the arrow.

Piercing one followed by another.

And then the third one.

Fourth

Twentieth

In the end, more than twenty arrows were all strung together, and even their bodies could not be approached.

And that's not all, these arrows finally turned around abruptly as if they had spirituality, and shot back at a faster speed than when they came.

Among all the people present, except for a very few people, they didn't see the trajectory of the feather arrow clearly, Liu Fengyuan's expression suddenly became solemn, and he said in his heart: "I didn't expect this old thing to recover from his injuries in less than a day, it seems that tonight is destined to be a vicious battle." ”

Including Steward Jin, all the officers and soldiers were almost frightened at that time, how could they be able to fight such a master.

Thankfully, the arrows weren't aimed at them, but at the five men in black with mysterious identities.

Until the sharp arrow was about to stab Dao Dao's face, one of the black-clothed men who had already unsheathed the long sword, Huo Ran raised his hand and slashed a sword head-on.

A cold light flashed in an instant, and more than twenty sharp arrows were all twisted into powder by the sword body or the sword qi carried by the sword body.

And at the same time as Wen Yongting stopped the rain of arrows, the black-clothed man Mo Ran, who was holding two slender black chains, suddenly handed over the two chains in his hand.

One of the two chains was locked on Wen Yongting's body, and the other was locked on Song Yuchen's body in the back.

It looked like the two chains were as black as ink, as if they were two slender black snakes, with deadly poison.

The black-clothed man with the name of the weapon as his name, after handing out two black chains, the whole person rose from the horse's back and jumped into the air.

With this movement, the chain that had been stabbed straight forward suddenly changed, and it looked like a snake suddenly moving its body, then raising its head and swooping down on its prey below.

The speed of the two tricky black snakes was extremely fast, and they pounced in front of the two of them in an instant, and at this time, Wen Yongting had just stopped the rain of arrows and threw them out.

The corners of Mo Ran's mouth curled into a cold smile, of course their soul mound would not pin their hopes on the yamen waste, the reason why they still called so many people here was mainly to let these wastes contain the Taoist priests of the Taoist temple, so as not to spoil their good deeds.

Of course, if the Taoist priests of the Taoist Temple are familiar enough, it will naturally be very convenient, and it is also good to use the freed up troops to disgust that old thief Wen.

But what surprised him a little was that there was a scholar next to this old thief Wen who didn't even have the power to tie the chicken, and it could be seen from the temptation of the arrow rain just now that it seemed that this old thief Wen was quite concerned about the scholar, in this way, he could use this scholar to contain the old thief Wen, so that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet, and he couldn't escape.

As for whether a scholar is dead or alive, it doesn't matter to their soul mound. Not to mention that he is just a scholar, even if he really kills the Taoist priest who was registered by the imperial court, he will be punished at most when he goes back, and it is irrelevant.

was targeted for no reason, and Song Yuchen's eyes turned cold at that time.

I happened to catch a glimpse of the scholar's cold eyes, and my heart froze for no reason, "This strange feeling"

Even he himself felt ridiculous and ridiculous when he said it, and he was actually furious by the look of a weak scholar. Ink Dye smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart, no longer paying attention to this ridiculous thought in his heart, and with a slight shock of his wrist, the speed of the two iron chains called "Ink Dye" suddenly surged.

Wen Yongting, who had already noticed the two black chains out of the corner of his eye, snorted coldly, and without looking back, he leaned out a hand backwards respectively, just grabbing the tail ends of the two black chains with unmistakable accuracy.

It looked as if the two black snakes were suddenly pinched by their heads, and their bodies bent suddenly, with the intention of trying to break free of each other's hands.

Anyway, the snake catcher was determined to catch it, only to see the snake catcher Wen Yongting suddenly strode forward, connected and took three steps, and instantly came to the second zhang away, and the left and right wrists fell down suddenly.

The sound of black chains splitting the air in the air was like a muffled thunderbolt.

And the black-clothed man holding the snake's tail was thrown uncontrollably into the air, and he was about to hit the hard ground hard.

At almost the same moment as Wen Yongting stepped into the open space, except for Wang Longhuan, who was still sitting firmly on the back of the horse, including Liu Fengyuan, who had just been injured in the morning, the other three other black-clothed people also shot at the same time, two swords and one sword, and they all forced Wen Yongting with a tricky attitude.

Mr. Wen suddenly fell into a desperate situation.