On the prairie, only the woman of the King of Martial Witches, Master Ruolin, can cultivate the Seal of Martial Witches, except for her, even if it is as powerful as the Lan Caier family, she can only practice the art of arrows, and cannot unlock the shackles of the Martial Witch Seal on women......

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"We have to inform Master Ruolin" Chen Hu looked at the vast prairie, his eyes extremely solemn.

"Discovery?" Hu Yansheng felt Chen Hu's heavy heart.

"Judging from this arrow feather, this person has stepped into the hall of the Martial Witch Seal, and has a connection with the power of the ancient gods, and this connection is fundamentally different from our Martial Witch Seal, you see...... There are signs that this arrow feather has been burned, which means that the man is not able to control the seal of the martial witch at all......"

"Isn't it bad to be unmanageable?" Hu Yansheng was stunned for a moment, puzzled.

"It's not good if we can't control it, but even if you control it, can you burn this steel arrow?" Chen Hu snorted coldly and glanced at Hu Yansheng.

“...... No. Hu Yansheng's face turned red.

"Yes, you can't, actually, I can't either, since neither of us can't, what can he do? It can only show that the person has obtained the approval of the ancient gods, just like Master Ruolin, the king of martial witches. ”

"Another King of Martial Witches" Hu Yansheng changed dramatically.

"Yes, in time, there will be another king of martial witches. If it was the king of the warrior witches of our Assassin Slave clan, the problem was that it was obvious that the man was the enemy of our steppe. Chen Hu said meaningfully.

"King of Martial Witches...... The enemy of our steppes...... Don't...... Don't...... Our God has forsaken us...... No...... No way...... No," Hu Yansheng's eyes were filled with endless fear.

"I can't say that, after all, we still have Master Ruolin, as long as Master Ruolin exists, God will always protect our Assassin Slave Clan. ”

"Yes, we still have Master Ruolin. Hu Yansheng's expression eased a lot.

"Although we have Master Ruolin, however, Master Ruolin is no longer concerned about the world, so we will never allow a second King of Martial Witches to appear on behalf of Master Ruolin, we must strangle that person in the cradle before he is fledgling, otherwise, when he becomes the darling of the gods, we will regret it too late......" Chen Hu's eyes flashed with fierce light.

"Only we stabbing slaves are God's favorites," Hu Yansheng gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes, one day, we will ride the slave iron horse, and we will set foot all over the Zhanyun Continent"

The two stared at the remnant sun in the distance, their faces fanatical......

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Early the next morning, Zhao Yuan's group encountered hard bones.

It was a large tribe of more than two thousand people.

When Zhao Yuan and the others charged towards the tribe, the tribe was preparing to migrate, and the tribesmen were gathering from all directions.

Zhao Yuan: They fell into a bitter battle.

A steady stream of herdsmen gathered from all directions, the arrows in the sky shot like locusts, a huge number of cattle scattered Zhao Yuan's group, there were uncontrolled cows, horses and herdsmen everywhere, the scene was extremely chaotic, almost all the herdsmen scooped up their weapons, whether it was children or old people, they were desperate, not afraid of death, and the bravery and blood of the stabbing slaves were vividly shown in them.

The soldiers were caught in the trap of fighting on their own

The advantage of the lightning rush at the beginning was lost, and the soldiers who had fallen into the bitter battle fell one by one.

There is no doubt that these 100 soldiers are the radical people of Blackwater City, but the radical young are also human beings, and they can't stand the crowd. Among these fierce heroes, some of them are only the most junior level martial artists, and there are not many masters like Yang Cheng and Lu Feng, and people like them have not yet reached the cultivation level of invulnerability, and they can't carry the sharp arrows like flying locusts.

"Poof......

With a muffled sound, the rich brother beside Zhao Yuan fell from his horse with an arrow.

"Rich Brother"

Zhao Yuan and the mad Taoist exclaimed in unison, jumped down at the same time, and rushed to Brother Fu's side.

When they were in Tieling, Zhao Yuan, Brother Fu and Crazy Daoist walked relatively close, and during the melee, Crazy Daoist and Brother Fu also followed Zhao Yuan all the time.

Zhao Yuan...... Fast...... Escape ......" A sharp arrow pierced the rich brother's chest, and the dying rich brother looked at Zhao Yuan, and before he finished speaking, he had already died of exhaustion.

"Rich brother, rich brother ......"

The mad Taoist priest hugged the rich brother's corpse, shook wildly, and shouted hysterically.

Looking at the rich brother's gradually dimming look, Zhao Yuan slowly stood up and strode onto a rock, as if he was wrapped in a layer of cyan flames, his hair was flying, and his face was hideous, like the demon god who had awakened from hell.

"God, if you want me to be a wicked person, then I will do it

Zhao Yuan let out a roar, and the roaring sound was earth-shattering, like a thunderbolt in the clouds, which shook people's eardrums.

"Taoist, help me three"

Zhao Yuan shouted violently and summoned several bundles of arrow feathers from the Sumeru ring.

"Yes" The mad Taoist priest put down the body of the rich brother and crawled to Zhao Yuan's side.

Whoosh whoosh ......

......

Countless arrow feathers shot towards Zhao Yuan like flying locusts.

Bend the bow and arrow

Sharp arrows shot out in a row, like a curtain of water that was constantly threaded.

disheveled

disheveled

disheveled

......

In a series of bursting sounds, those arrow feathers shot at Zhao Yuan were shot by Zhao Yuan's arrow feathers, exploded in the air, turned into powder, and the air was full of debris of arrow shafts, as if the thousands of mosquitoes were dancing wildly.

Whoosh......

Zhao Yuan's hand did not stop, a steady stream of sharp arrows shot out of his hand, and the mad Taoist priest kept bending down to hand arrows for Zhao Yuan, each time he handed three arrows.

The speed at which Zhao Yuan shot was too fast, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans had already appeared on the mad Taoist's forehead.

At this time, Zhao Yuan had already become a killing machine, he would never know how tired he was, his face was blue and wooden, without the slightest expression.

The arrows that shoot in the air are like scythes that harvest life.

Rows of herdsmen fell, and the elderly, women, and children, as long as they had weapons in their hands, were all targeted by Zhao Yuan.

Soon, the herdsmen around Zhao Yuan were shot and killed.

Yang Cheng and Lu Feng realized that Zhao Yuan's surroundings were quiet, and immediately took the opportunity to summon the soldiers to gather around Zhao Yuan.

The war is not over.

The herdsmen in the distance still continued to kill, shouting and killing echoed in the grassland, and the sharp arrows shot were like flying locusts in the sky.

At this time, in Yang Cheng's eyes, the grassland seemed to have become extremely quiet.

In fact, the herdsmen's arrows could no longer do them any harm, because they were so far away, of course, they tried to get close to the target, and they kept charging, and wave after wave of herdsmen followed......

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With Zhao Yuan as the core, hundreds of zhang away, there is an invisible line of defense of life and death, as long as those herdsmen enter the invisible line of defense, Zhao Yuan's elusive arrow will immediately appear, shooting the herdsmen on their backs.

The soldiers held their breath as they watched as the herdsmen were cut like wheat.

Yang Cheng and Lu Feng glanced at each other, and a chill ran down their backs.

In their eyes, Zhao Yuan has become a cold-blooded killing machine, his archery action is mechanical and intense, every time he shoots, several herdsmen will fall on the grassland, and hundreds of herdsmen are simply strangled by Zhao Yuan alone.

The invisible circular defense line kept devouring the lives of the herdsmen.

On Zhao Yuan's bowstring, a shocking murderous aura kept bursting out, and that murderous aura, flying out with sharp arrows, harvested the lives of the herdsmen.

Over the grassland, there is an invisible evil spirit that repeatedly sweeps the grassland, constantly devouring those dead spirits.

For the Tianxin monks, these death spirits are a great supplement, because they are all at the peak of their fighting spirit.

One by one, lives disappeared under Zhao Yuan's sharp arrows.

One by one, the spirits of death were devoured by the Heavenly Heart Monk.

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