After Zhao Yuan untied a bundle of sharp arrows, he stood up, holding a longbow, standing on the top of the sand dune, his long hair flying, and his clothes hunting.

At this time, the cavalry from all directions rushed wildly, and the fast-moving torches were dotted in the desert, as if tearing the night through countless cracks, and overwhelming the tide poured over, and the scene was extremely magnificent.

Zhao Yuan stands like a mountain, and "quiet" spreads like ripples, forming an inextricable network.

A cavalry bore the brunt and entered Zhao Yuan's alert range.

"Look!"

Zhao Yuan bent his bow and took the arrow, and as soon as the bowstring was loosened, the arrow feathers left the string and turned into a line and disappeared into the darkness.

"Ah......h

Under the dunes, a heart-rending scream was heard, and then the sound of a heavy fall from a horse's back was heard.

"How is it?" Zhao Yuan looked back at Lan Xin and said proudly.

"Shooting a soldier is nothing more than anything to brag about. Looking at Zhao Yuan's flowing sword, although Lan Xin was shocked, she was still sneering.

"Young Master Ben needs to brag in front of you as a woman!"

Zhao Yuan laughed, slowly picked up a sharp arrow, bent his bow and shot out again, and then, another scream and a fall sounded.

This time, Zhao Yuan didn't stop, and kept bending his bow and shooting arrows.

In just a few dozen breaths, the bundle of arrows had already been shot, and the cavalry around the dunes were frightened by the elusive arrows, and they just circled around the dunes, and no longer dared to force up the dunes......

......

Seeing that Zhao Yuan was like a tired machine that didn't know how to bend his bow and arrows, and every arrow killed someone, Lan Xin's heart was shocked.

There is no doubt that Lan Xin is a master of archery, and it is precisely because she is a master of archery that she is extremely shocked.

Lan Xin's longbow is specially made, it is tailor-made, and it needs to be combined with the art of Yi Arrow to be used, and ordinary people can't pull the bowstring at all, let alone shoot arrows continuously.

Of course, even if you shoot a bow and arrow by brute force, it is completely different from killing the enemy, after all, pulling the bowstring and shooting at the target are completely different things.

When the two armies are facing each other, the soldiers are more or less diffuse, the so-called diffuse shooting, that is, shooting indiscriminately in one direction, there is no accurate target, as for whether they can shoot the enemy, it is completely dependent on the density of sharp arrows to form lethality.

Zhao Yuan had one person and one bow, and he actually forced hundreds of cavalry to stop.

Lan Xin's eyes widened and she looked at Zhao Yuan, who was calm and unhurried, with an incredible expression.

It was only now that Lan Xin really felt the horror of this man.

Lan Xin saw with her own eyes that Zhao Yuan just casually glanced at the secret of the arrow, and she really learned her arrow technique.

In fact, Lan Xin dared to give Zhao Yuan the secret of Yi Arrow, that is, she decided that Zhao Yuan could not learn it, and now, Zhao Yuan has learned the true essence of Yi Arrow Technique, and even, in terms of calmness, constancy and concentration, Zhao Yuan is already better than the blue......

"We have to go, then the big man who made the thistle bones and the national teacher of the bird are probably going to arrive. Zhao Yuan's longbow was put into the Sumeru ring, summoned out the black-backed long knife, walked up to Lan Xin and said, "Is it to hold or to carry?"

"Back. Lan Xin's face flushed, but fortunately, in the dark, Zhao Yuan couldn't see it.

"Then you'll have to hold on. ”

Zhao Yuan squatted down, let Lan Xin lie on his back, reminded him, and immediately ran wildly, waiting for the cavalry under the dunes to react, Zhao Yuan had already galloped in front of him, the terrifying black-backed long knife formed a silver wind in the air, whether it was a weapon or a shield, as long as it collided with the silver wind, it immediately fell apart, and the person turned on his back.

Someone kept screaming and falling off their horses.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air......

Under Zhao Yuan's terrifying speed, soon, the two broke away from the encirclement and reached another huge sand dune more than ten miles away.

Zhao Yuan summoned a bundle of sharp arrows and untied them slowly.

"Why don't you run away?" Lan Xin hadn't woken up from the killing just now, her face was shocked, she couldn't imagine that Zhao Yuan's combat power was so fierce.

"Why should I run away?" Zhao Yuan snorted coldly.

"If we are surrounded by Hu Yansheng and the national teacher......"

"Then it depends on whether my sharp arrow agrees or not!"

Zhao Yuan's eyes were full of fighting intent.

Zhao Yuan was tired of being hunted down.

Since the beginning of Huayun Sect, Zhao Yuan has not stopped, he has always been hunted and killed, and when he arrived in Wanjia, he also took a short break for several months, and then fell into the pursuit of the Xiao family in Hubian Mountain.

Zhao Yuan hated being chased and killed, he didn't like this feeling, after being awakened by the Tianxin monk, he suddenly understood that if he blindly ran away and avoided, his cultivation speed would only stagnate, he needed to die and survive, he needed to fight against the water, he wanted to make God jealous, and he wanted to let the heavenly calamity come.

Not to attract envy is mediocrity.

The Heavenly Tribulation makes the cultivators afraid, and it also makes the cultivators look forward to it, because only after experiencing the Heavenly Tribulation will the cultivators be reborn like a phoenix, become stronger, and even advance to the immortal realm and rank in the immortal class.

Now, Zhao Yuan has understood that the Heavenly Tribulation is actually an opportunity to improve his strength.

There is no danger without a catastrophe, but again, without a catastrophe means stagnation.

Perhaps, the sluggishness of the "war" is the same as the disappearance of the catastrophe.

All along, Zhao Yuan hated the inexplicable heavenly tribulation, but now, Zhao Yuan was full of ardent expectations for that thunder and lightning.

A large bundle of arrows was opened and placed on top of the dunes.

In the distance, cavalry from all directions were converging, and the torches were like stars in the sky, incomparably vast.

Lan Xin felt Zhao Yuan's fierce fighting spirit, and she had an inexplicable impulse, eager to charge into battle, stained with blood, and shrouded in horse leather.

This man has an indescribable heroism.

The cavalry charged, and, in addition to the charge, the cavalry would shoot with horned bows to cover the cover, but the dunes were so high that the bows and arrows often fell on the yellow sand halfway through.

Zhao Yuan shot again.

As the arrows were shot out of the bowstring, the cavalry attack was contained again, and hundreds of horsemen hesitated beneath the dunes.

Zhao Yuan's arrows are like the scythe of death, constantly harvesting life.

On the battlefield, soldiers are not afraid of fierce battles, they are most afraid of not seeing the enemy. And now, the sharp arrows that are not missed are invisible, which is a kind of deterrence, a kind of psychological blow.

The bravery of the soldiers had no effect at this time, and the fear of death was just a joke.

No one wants to die in vain......

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This kind of game is played out in the middle of the desert all the time.