In fact, the biggest gain is self-confidence.

All along, Zhao Yuan was walking on thin ice every step, and it was only now that Zhao Yuan really realized that he was not weak, among mortals, he was already very powerful, so strong that a junior cultivator was not his opponent at all.

Faith is undoubtedly humanity's most powerful weapon.

With strong self-confidence, Zhao Yuan began to show his bold side.

However, to Zhao Yuan's regret, the "war" seems to have reached a critical point long ago, but there is no sign of breaking through to the "force". Zhao Yuan didn't like this feeling of sluggishness, but he had always been groping in the dark, and there was no one for him, so he couldn't find a better solution, so he could only continue to explore.

Zhao Yuan's cultivation progress has been relatively smooth, from "posture" to "quiet", and then from "speed" to "battle", the total time is only a few months, less than a year, this kind of cultivation speed is already an existence against the sky.

However, only after arriving at the "battle", Zhao Yuan obviously felt that his cultivation seemed to have encountered a bottleneck.

No matter how Zhao Yuan brewed his battle intent, he could not find the hearty and hearty described in the realm of brute force, and it seemed that he had a feeling of scratching his boots.

It seems that the dangerous place in the Black Forest is only suitable for training, not cultivation and improving strength.

Perhaps, the ban in the Black Forest also has certain side effects on the cultivation of "Ten Thousand Enemies......

......

In the midst of his thoughts, Zhao Yuan had already made a big circle and arrived on the other side of the camp.

When observing a stick of incense, Zhao Yuan untied the black-backed long knife and held it in his hand, looked at the direction, and rushed towards the camp.

This time, Zhao Yuan did not hide his traces, but ran wildly in the faint moonlight.

Lan Xin was in the sand dunes opposite, she stared at Zhao Yuan's every move with the keen eyes she had cultivated with the art of arrows, and when she saw Zhao Yuan actually taking advantage of the slope of the sand dunes to run towards the camp unscrupulously, she was immediately shocked and couldn't close her mouth.

What is he going to do?

Is he going to rob the camp single-handedly?

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Lan Xin's mouth, that man always does something unbelievable and unexpected.

At first, Lan Xin thought that Zhao Yuan was a cowardly person, but when Zhao Yuan was so warlike that Kuta despised the black-faced god that Lan Xin changed her opinion of Zhao Yuan, thinking that Zhao Yuan was still a bloody man, of course, for Lan Xin, it was just bloody, in Lan Xin's eyes, Zhao Yuan was too weak, so weak that she didn't want to look at it with her eyes.

Next, Lan Xin realized that she was wrong.

Zhao Yuan is very powerful, and Zhao Yuan is not only bold and reckless, but also despicable and shameless, and actually blackmails her with the art of arrows, of course, what makes Lan Xin grit her teeth the most is Zhao Yuanse's audacity, taking advantage of her injury to be unscrupulous.

This is a bold but thoughtful man.

This is a man who cannot be measured by common sense.

Watching the black shadow run like a rainbow all the way, it actually lifted smoke and dust several feet high behind him, like a giant dragon dancing wildly in the desert.

Subconsciously, Lan Xin touched her slender legs, which were a pair of legs that made her proud, but there was indeed a dense layer of golden fluff on these legs.

Inexplicably, Lan Xin's face showed a trace of annoyance, and a burst of shyness.

Now, the leg disgraced her......

......

As the camp got closer and closer, the camp was still unusually quiet.

Zhao Yuan's "quietness" had reached an unprecedented state, and he could feel the spears, the cold scimitars, and the dense arrow feathers standing inside the tent.

The camp was a huge encirclement, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

Zhao Yuan is not a sparrow.

Zhao Yuan is an eagle, a bold but meticulous eagle.

Hundred!

Two hundred!

Three hundred!

Thousand!

Three thousand!

......

What shocked Zhao Yuan was that in that camp, there were thousands of soldiers dressed in armor and swords out of sheaths in ambush, and in many tents, the war horses had been saddled and ready to fight at any time.

So many people, is it just to ambush Lan Xin?

Zhao Yuan felt a little unreasonable.

Lan Xin's archery skills are powerful, but not so powerful that it takes thousands of wolf-like soldiers to wait for them in the middle of the night.

Could it be that they have another goal?

There was no turning back from the bow.

Zhao Yuan realized that something was wrong, but by the time he found thousands of soldiers ambushed inside the tent, he had already rushed down and quickly approached the tent.

Velocity!

Only by using speed can you get out of the encirclement of five thousand soldiers.

Zhao Yuan's target was the arrow feather in the warehouse camp, and by the way, he proved to Lan Xin that this tent was an ambush circle, and he didn't need to have a head-on confrontation with five thousand soldiers.

Perseverance in cultivation has made the "speed" of the realm of brute force reach a terrifying realm.

The force of several miles soon arrived, and when Zhao Yuan was less than a mile away from the camp, suddenly, a loud horn sounded, and the horn pierced the night sky and echoed in the desert.

In the desert in the distance, the sound of trumpets was also heard.

Lan Xin's back chilled behind the sand dunes, and she saw that behind the sand dunes opposite her, a cavalry of thousands of people actually rushed out, and the cavalry was divided into several cavalry squads, and they closed the camp, and for a while, the sound of killing in the desert shook the sky......

......

At the same time, there was a shout of killing in the camp, and countless soldiers with unsheathed swords came out of the tent in groups.

Countless torches lit up in the camp, illuminating the camp as if it were daylight.

Zhao Yuan did not rush directly to the warehouse camp, but rushed to a group of soldiers.

Under the blazing firelight, Zhao Yuan swept like a tornado, the momentum was terrifying, Lan Xin, who was miles away, was shocked, she didn't expect Zhao Yuan to rush into thousands of soldiers single-handedly.

"Kill!"

Zhao Yuan let out an earth-shattering roar, and the black-backed long knife swept out a snow-bright light in the air, which was magnificent.

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

......

There was a terrible scream, blood rained all over the sky, stumps and broken arms flew out, and Zhao Yuan, who had long hair flying, seemed to be a demon god descending to earth, coming and going like the wind among the soldiers, and the black-backed long knife was unstoppable all the way to chopping melons and vegetables.

One shield after another was slashed to pieces by a long knife.

The black-backed long knife weighed two hundred catties, coupled with the inertia of Zhao Yuan rushing down from the sand dunes, how fierce its strength was, pity those ordinary soldiers, the whole person plus weapons did not have two hundred catties, where Zhao Yuan, who could stop the morale of Zhao Yuan, was suddenly killed, and only hated his father and mother for having two legs.

In the sound of the metal impact, Zhao Yuan, who was boiling with blood, did not love to fight, and immediately set fire to the group of soldiers after breaking up a group of soldiers.

Arson is Zhao Yuan's specialty, and tents are extremely combustible, just in the blink of an eye, several tents have burst into flames.

It was a well-prepared camp, but it was stirred up by Zhao Yuan, an uninvited guest.

Zhao Yuan's speed was too fast, facing that giant black-backed long knife, like an ordinary soldier, it would collapse at the touch of a button, and it could be blocked.

In the camp, there were originally masters in charge, but the target of the masters was not Zhao Yuan, and he didn't expect that strangers would come out to stir up the situation, and when the masters rushed out, Zhao Yuan had disappeared into the chaos of the soldiers.

After creating chaos, Zhao Yuan slipped into the warehouse camp.

After entering the warehouse camp, Zhao Yuan took out a spar for lighting, and was immediately dumbfounded.

That's a lot of arrows!

Inside this tent, there were all sharp arrows, bundles and bundles, piled up like a mountain.

Zhao Yuan didn't have time to think about it, and immediately threw bundles of sharp arrows into the Sumeru ring. On one side of the tent, there were also some horn bows that were exquisitely crafted for riding battles, and Zhao Yuan also unceremoniously threw some into the Sumeru ring.

There are too many sharp arrows in this tent, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it by tens of thousands, Rao is Zhao Yuan's endurance is amazing, and he is also softly thrown.