Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 322 Three Arrows ([-])

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of arrows fell down.

Those quick-witted people pulled the corpses on the ground to block them. Apart from being stained with blood from the corpses, they were almost unharmed.

But there was another one who was unresponsive, and became a dead soul under the arrow.

Fortunately, the number of these arrows was not large, so no greater damage was caused.

Looking at the sharpshooters in front of him, Chi Na couldn't help cursing, this group of Han people came too fast, so that his army formation didn't spread out at all, and they mingled and killed each other, otherwise thousands of them would The arrow array formed by sharpshooters, just a few waves of arrows raining down, can cause countless casualties to the opponent's stragglers, and the pressure on their own side will not be so great.

But it's too late to say anything now. Seeing that my soldiers have mixed with the group of Han people, it is impossible to divide the battlefield. Now, the only way to gather more people around me is to To form combat strength, otherwise even if this battle can be won, I am afraid it will be a tragic victory, not to mention whether it can be won or not is still two things.

Chi Na yelled at the orderly next to him: "Sing the horn, let everyone join the big banner!"

Immediately after the sound of the trumpets sounded continuously, the Mongolian soldiers gathered towards China's banner when they heard the sound of the trumpets.

At the same time, Zhu Yuanzhang also saw the big flag in the distance, and he knew that the supreme commander of Mongolia this time might be there.

As long as you kill him, then the battle is won.

So Zhu Yuanzhang yelled at Xu Da who was on the side: "Tiande, follow me to capture the king!"

Xu Da was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, he slashed over the Mongolian soldier beside him, got on his horse and approached Zhu Yuanzhang, and at the same time yelled at his companions to come over.

So Zhu Yuanzhang and his party of more than ten riders rushed towards the big flag like this.

And Zhang Wuji, who was on the other side of the battlefield, also seemed to have sensed something, and his gaze fell on China under the banner of Dazhu in the distance like a torch.

Chi Na's whole body turned cold suddenly, as if being stared at by some kind of wild animal, and he was covered in cold sweat. He only told Zhang Wuji to look away, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The masked figure in black at the side seemed to have discovered something. He stood up immediately and searched around. When he saw Zhu Yuanzhang, he didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until he saw Zhang Wuji that he frowned.

Zhang Wuji also saw the masked man in black. He understood that those who can be different from ordinary people on the battlefield must be in the place where there are extraordinary people. If you want to come to this Mongolian general, it is there.

So Zhang Wuji pushed out with a palm, and the huge palm print immediately knocked out the Mongolian soldiers in front of him, blood spilled all over the sky.

But Zhang Wuji passed through the air, but he didn't get a drop of blood.

The masked man in black saw Zhang Wuji flying towards him, and he could see Zhang Wuji's palm clearly just now, and he also felt a sense of competition for this young man with profound skills.

So he directly took out a huge bow from the saddle under his body. The huge bow was black and as long as a person. The man in black sat on the horse, and the corner of the long bow almost touched the ground.

The masked man in black pulled out a long arrow with a thick black shaft from the quiver, put it on the bowstring, and with a bulging of the muscles in his arms, he pulled the giant bow to perfection with a loud roar.

Thanks to his unusually long arms, if it were an ordinary person, he might not be able to stretch his arms halfway.

"middle!"

The man in black let out a low growl, and let go of his right hand, the long arrow disappeared on the bowstring, drawing a black line almost invisible to the naked eye, the black arrow had just disappeared on the bowstring on one side, and appeared on the other side Less than a foot in front of Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji's eyes shot brightly, without seeing any major movements around him, the black arrow suddenly disappeared in front of him.

The masked man in black in the distance could see clearly, Zhang Wuji actually used [Tianshan Zhemei Shou] at the very moment, and held the black arrow in his palm.

Where the size and heat are right, the end is just right.

The masked man in black was unmoved, and drew a long black arrow from the quiver with his right hand again, and put it on the bowstring again. This time, he did not draw the bow and shoot the arrow immediately, but waited, waiting for Zhang Wuji to move closer .

Zhang Wuji had already rushed out of the crowd at this moment, and came to the place where the Mongolian soldiers gathered, and gathered the big flag, but the distance was only a few tens of feet away.

At this time, the gathered Mongolian soldiers saw Zhang Wuji rushing towards him, raised their scimitars and chopped down one by one, and two even fell to the ground on their sides, and chopped at Zhang Wuji's legs.

Zhang Wuji didn't pay any attention to it, the machete couldn't even cut through his clothes under the surge of internal energy in his whole body.

Then he crashed into the team of Mongolian soldiers, and dozens of scimitars slashed at him in an instant.

This time, those Mongols have learned how to chop. They only cut at the neck and above. Zhang Wuji’s internal strength is domineering, but he has not practiced horizontal kung fu. , but bloodshed is inevitable.

So he shielded his head with his left hand, his fingers shaped like plums, and with one swing, he snatched all the scimitars from the surrounding Mongolian soldiers, and then swung his left hand again, and those scimitars flew back to their masters. This time it was not in the scabbard, but on them.

At this time, he suddenly heard the sound of bowstrings in his ears, and the next moment, another long black arrow struck in the air.

This time he was much closer, and the long black arrow was even more difficult to guard against.

However, Zhang Wuji moved his right hand, and there was an arrow between his fingers. This arrow was exactly the arrow of the first arrow just now. At this moment, the two arrows collided, and one turned its speed into power, and it could pierce even iron sheets. Holding it in the hand, it seems that it is not powerful at all.

But it happened to be the arrow in the hand, and the arrow that flew in the air was frightened aside, and after shooting through several Mongolian soldiers, it disappeared into the ground, leaving only a dark hole in place .

Zhang Wuji frowned slightly. After the long black arrow shot through the three people, it still sank into the soil. It seemed that the archer must be a master.

Yes, it is such a master!When people like him die, the world will be peaceful!

Zhang Wuji thought to himself.

So the next moment, he suddenly disappeared in place.

The black-clothed masked man saw that his two arrows could not hurt Zhang Wuji, but he unhurriedly took out the third arrow. This arrow was different from the first two arrows. Not only was it thinner, but it was also several times lighter , is made of unique balsa wood, this kind of arrow is not resistant to flying far away, and it will float when flying far away, but if it is within ten feet, no one can stop it.

Because it is light, its speed is extremely fast, so fast that even the masked man in black can't avoid it or catch it.

I saw him lightly strung his bow and pulled the string, his eyes swept around, he knew that Zhang Wuji might appear anywhere, this is the magic of [Lingbo Weibu].

At this time, the masked man in black frowned, and suddenly looked at China's position, only to see a thin figure standing on China's horse, looking down at China.

But China didn't seem to feel anything, and looked at the situation on the battlefield to himself.

It turned out that Zhang Wuji's goal was never to kill a man in black, what he had to do was to capture the thief first and the king first.

And just when Zhang Wuji struck Chi Na's head with his palm.

The man in black let go of the bowstring.

Zhang Wuji fell down in response.

(End of this chapter)