My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 691
Murong Shan stood on the top of the tree with a pale face and red eyes, looking at the subordinates who were being carried by Long Wuwei.

She wanted to avenge her brothers, but when Murong Shan saw the cold crossbows in the hands of hundreds of cavalrymen, she rationally told herself that even if she had excellent lightness skills, as long as she was covered by the rain of arrows, she would die.

However, before Murong Shan recovered, a signal pierced the sky and broke the silence of the scene.

Han Peng and several hundred cavalrymen immediately got on their horses and drew out the horizontal knives at their waists to stand ready: "The scouts found an enemy around us in the binoculars."

"General, in the tree."

Cheng Kai immediately looked up and found Murong Shan standing on the top of a tree, dressed in white clothes over snow.

Cheng Kai chuckled: "There is no place to find if you break through the iron shoes, and it will take no effort to get it. Brothers, the commander-in-chief has ordered to capture the bandit leader alive."

Murong Shan immediately flew backwards, and what greeted her was the sky covered by arrow rain.

Forced to do so, Murong Shan could only fly to the ground and use lightness kung fu to leap and run towards the bank of the Qinhuai River, as long as she skipped the Qinhuai River, she could escape.

However, the smoke and dust brought up by the neighing of the horse behind him pursued him from a distance, and the dense rain of arrows shot towards his sides to block his route.

Although she experienced the arrow rain of Longwuwei once, Murong Shan still felt chills when she heard the arrows whizzing past her ears.

This intertwined arrow rain is really terrible.

No wonder martial arts masters dare not match up with the army even though their fighting power is ten times higher than that of ordinary people.

Once caught in the siege of the battle formation, they will be helpless. Martial arts masters are not diamonds and iron bones, and they will still be pierced by sharp arrows.

Although martial arts masters who exceed the fifth rank can release their internal energy to resist the rain of arrows, how many waves of arrow rain can their internal energy withstand, the number of troops is crushed, and no matter how thick the internal energy is, it will be exhausted by the dense arrow rain.

Murong Shan, who tried her best to avoid the rain of arrows, was happy when she saw the trees beside the Qinhuai River. She knew that as long as she passed through this forest, she could use the natural cover of the Qinhuai River to evacuate.

Looking back, Murong Shan, the Longwuwei cavalry behind him, was no longer conserving her internal strength, and leaped away with all her lightness kung fu. The woods could effectively resist the rain of arrows in the air for her.

In addition, the speed of the woods blocking the cavalry is bound to slow down, and escape is hopeful.

However, after Murong Shan escaped the rain of arrows in the woods with lightness kungfu, she was dumbfounded when she saw the two thousand dragon guards with flags flying by the Qinhuai River.

Two thousand dragon guards and one thousand soldiers holding iron tire bows showed an arc and prepared to shoot upwards. The power of the iron tire bow's phoenix feather arrows was not comparable to that of the light hand crossbows in the hands of cavalry.

Murong Shan stopped and looked in horror at Long Wuwei, who had already set up the formation at two thousand, and wanted to find a weak gap to see if he could make a surprise attack.

Song Qing threw the horizontal knife in his hand to the guards on the side: "Send a message to the commander on the other side, and he has surrounded the big fish of the White Lotus Sect!"

"Order!"

Song Qing slowly drew out the sword at his waist and looked at Murong Shan who was out of breath with cold eyes.

"Put down the weapon in your hand and there is still a way to survive, otherwise even if you pass the level of this general, you will be shot into a hedgehog by the rain of arrows intertwined with dense iron tire bows. Longwuwei is not comparable to the soldiers of the government. General Jian Yuben advises you not to try it lightly!"

Murong Shan felt the coldness in Song Qing's eyes and knew that this was a master on par with her, and he was the kind of master who trained in attacking and killing.

"For the last time, put down the weapon in your hand and catch it without a fight, and fight to the death!"

"call"

The smoke and dust billowed, and the neighing sound of war horses sounded from behind. Murong Shan's face under the light veil was completely devoid of blood, as pale as a corpse.

She knew that the back road was also blocked this time, and there was no hope for her to escape.

Forcibly calming down, Murong Shan stared at Song Qing, and a voice as crisp as Bai Ling came: "General, how about letting the little girl die?"

Song Qing's eyes froze and he immediately woke up. The sword in his hand turned into a sword flower: "You dare to seduce this general, you are planning to kill yourself, archer, prepare!"

A thousand soldiers holding iron tire bows immediately pulled the bows and arrows in their hands into a full moon, and the bow strings were tense, exuding murderous intent.

Cheng Kai immediately ordered his cavalry to spread out to a neutral position, the power of the iron tire bow was enough to cover the arrow rain and accidentally injured his own cavalry.

Song Qing gently raised his left hand and stared at the panicked Murong Shan: "Put down your weapon!"

"Put down your weapons, disarm and don't kill!"

Murong Shan couldn't help but tremble when she heard the deafening voice of more than 2000 Longwuwei.

Facing two thousand Long Wuwei, don't say that he is an eighth-rank light kungfu master who is not good at killing, even a ninth-rank master will drink blood on the spot.

Thinking of what would happen after being captured, Murong Shan lightly raised the soft sword in her hand, and sooner or later she gave a heroic cry that would be better than death.

Song Qing immediately noticed the determination in Murong Shan's eyes: "The first row shoots arrows!"

The three hundred dragon guards with distinct levels released the arrows in their hands without hesitation, and the dense rain of arrows flew towards Murong Shan.

Murong Shan didn't dare to be careless, Long Wuwei's Phoenix Feather Arrow is famous far and wide.

Protective qi spread all over her body, and the rain of arrows shot on the qi was bounced off one after another. In order to save her strength, the soft sword in Murong Shan's hand was like an elf in the wind, covered with dense sword shadows and chopped off the arrows that pierced the air.

After shooting a wave of arrows, Murong Shan's right arm trembled a little, the impact of Feng Yu's arrows was definitely not so easy to dissipate.

Seeing this, Song Qing sneered, leaped forward and left an afterimage, and slashed towards Murong Shan with his sword.

Murong Shan, who was recovering her breathing, didn't expect Song Qing to make a sudden attack, so she was caught off guard and hurriedly raised her sword to block.

The sword cut on the soft sword and directly hit Murong Shan's right arm horizontally. There was a crisp sound and Murong Shan flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The embroidery of Shengxue in white was covered with dust, and even the light gauze covering the face flew to nowhere.

With blood on her lips, Murong Shan was lying on the ground, clutching her right arm in pain, and chopped off her right arm with a sword, dislocating it.

If he didn't have his fine steel soft sword to block Song Qing's blade, his entire right arm would have been severed by Qi Gen.

Enduring the pain by force, Murong Shan reset her right arm a few times, but after all, it was a wound and she still couldn't move freely.

Looking at the fine steel soft sword lying on the ground three feet away, Murong Shan stared at Song Qing fiercely with sweat on her pretty face: "It's not a hero to take advantage of the opportunity to attack!"

Song Qing held the sword and walked slowly towards Murong Shan, shaking his head silently: "This general is practicing the art of destroying the enemy, how to kill the enemy effectively is my way, not with you people in the martial arts world. Pay attention to the morals of the rivers and lakes."

Murong Shan smiled miserably: "Kill me, I don't plan to live if I fall into the hands of you lackeys of the imperial court!"

"Kill you? It's a good idea. The commander-in-chief wants you to be of great use. When you arrive in the torture room of the camp, you will know what death is also a luxury."

Murong Shan's delicate body trembled: "What do you want to do?"

"Hey, dear lady, why are you a thief, hold her up!"

(End of this chapter)