Chapter 382 Cold Smile

The sandstorm continued, but the person pursuing him was born and raised in this desert.

They know how to avoid storms, and naturally have the ability to walk and survive in the storm.

This is not something that can be achieved by anyone with high cultivation level, but it is a kind of experience and an instinct!
Ku He had practiced Tianyi Dao for many years and had been close to nature for many years, enduring various harsh environments. Even a small storm could not affect him, but Yan Xiaoyi was not so lucky.
It was as if the sandstorm was only targeting him.

Although he had a mouthful of sand, the storm still allowed Yan Xiaoyi to breathe a sigh of relief. However, this moment of relaxation was bought with a knife wound on his chest.

When the storm gradually dissipated and slowly swept away, the people on both sides were able to lock onto each other again.

A new round of attack is about to start.
"I can make a move first." Ku He was wearing a long robe with a hood covering his face. His voice was neither sad nor bitter, but peaceful.

"Will it affect the Master?"

Yan Xiaoyi swung out a bow to block the attack from Ku He's long sword, but the bow was a little long, so it was too late for him to retract it to protect himself.

In desperation, he could only burst out his true energy and forcibly shake off the oncoming sword, bringing the story to the beginning.

The situation was a little tense for a while.

"If you don't use your full strength, the impact won't be significant. But because of this, without revealing your true energy, it will be difficult to kill the motionless eighth-grade warrior under the protection of so many people!" Ku He turned his head slightly and motioned Yan Xiaoyi to look.

Yan Xiaoyi squeezed his horse's belly to increase his speed, and after briefly escaping from the battle, he quickly looked in the direction pointed by Ku He.
"That is?"

Yan Xiaoyi understood that Ku He's attack was not aimed at the eighth-grade warrior, but just to make Yan Xiaoyi, the ninth-grade archer, once again the most threatening existence in the world except for the grandmaster!

The storm threw the pursuers into disarray.

At the same time, it also exposed the people in charge of logistics equipment in the rear.

Those are bundles of tied arrows!

"Then please help me, Master!" Yan Xiaoyi shouted, his true energy burst out, he jumped up from the horse's back and jumped in front of a master who was riding a horse and chopping at him. He thrust his bow forward, and the bow went around the man's neck. He pulled the bowstring in his hand, and with a sound like a drum, the man's head fell out as if it had been cut by a sharp sword and rolled backwards.

Yan Xiaoyi didn't stop. He kicked the corpse out and rode on his horse to chase in the direction of Ku He.

Ku He also moved at the same time as Yan Xiaoyi!

Without using true Qi, only the sound of the wind could be heard. Even if a grandmaster did not use true Qi, his physical strength was beyond the imagination of ordinary mortal warriors.

The movement was not very graceful, but it was precise to the last detail.

As they rode past, they saw two lieutenants at the front of the platoon transporting equipment gushing out large amounts of blood from their chests. At the same time, grooves in the flesh plowed by their fingers were so deep that the bones were visible. The two men fell to the ground and soon stopped breathing.

Ku He hooked the stirrup with one foot and kicked a bundle of arrows backwards with the other leg.

Very smooth.

Yan Xiaoyi grabbed the bundle of arrows.

He pulled out a long arrow and lightly brushed his palm across the arrow body. Yan Xiaoyi knew the straightness, length, weight and other data of this sharp weapon clearly.

The confident smile returned to his face.

He held the reins and stood still, while Ku He also slowed down the horse until it came to a complete stop behind Yan Xiaoyi.
The enemy leader was startled, thinking about the information sent by the left army commander. He was cautious in his heart. With a wave of his hand, more than twenty riders rushed towards Yan Xiaoyi.

The only two remaining masters retreated silently. The leader knew the number of arrows in a bundle and was thinking of using numbers to consume them.

At the same time, he opened his bow and arrow, drew out the arrow and aimed at Yan Xiaoyi!
Both sides released the bowstrings at the same time, is this a sniper attack from the middle door?
There is only one feather arrow on one side, but Yan Xiaoyi has seven stars in a row!

The twenty or so riders did not move in a long snake formation, but instead charged forward in an orderly manner. This was a subconscious habit of theirs.

The winds in the West Hu are strong, so when they fight, they are often accustomed to having someone lead the charge to break the wind, while the others follow closely behind to charge. The advantage of this is that it saves the animals' leg power and also makes the charge faster!

But it is this habit that harms them!

Seven arrows were shot out, and six of them, after hitting the person in the lead, continued to move forward and penetrated into the bodies of the people behind them again, and finally penetrated and inserted into the ground that seemed somewhat hard. The end of the arrow shaft was still shaking slightly, as if telling people how much force its owner had used to shoot this arrow.

More than twenty riders fell to the ground in this way.

Nearly twenty people died, and the few who survived were only injured by non-fatal wounds, so it was difficult for them to fight again.

There are only six arrows here, so where did the other arrow go?

This arrow was not as fast as the previous six arrows. It collided with the arrows shot by the enemy leader in mid-air. After making a slight popping sound, both arrows fell to the ground and lost their kinetic energy.

"How can this be!"

The enemy leader shouted, as if he was angry and couldn't accept it.

They grew up on grasslands and deserts, and grew up on horseback since childhood. Everyone can draw a bow and shoot arrows. How could they be inferior to a person from the Central Plains in archery?

At the beginning, when Yan Xiaoyi shot seven arrows with one bow, the leader was still laughing at the other party in his heart, but the final result was a slap in his face, making him unable to laugh anymore.

Is this something a human can do?

Six arrows can kill twenty people, and the last arrow can even block the arrow shot by itself. Is this really something a human can do?

He yelled like crazy for everyone to come together. The enemy had few arrows left, and he didn't believe they could kill them all before their arrows ran out: "Spread out, don't crowd together, move some distance!"

This method will be effective at first and can also intimidate others. The most important thing is that Yan Xiaoyi needs to save arrows at this time.

But after that, it no longer worked so well.

In view of this, Yan Xiaoyi did not intend to continue to argue, but laughed, turned his horse and galloped forward with Ku He.

Seeing that he had guessed the opponent's intention correctly, the leader no longer held back and sent his entire team forward, even himself swinging the reins desperately in pursuit.

Gradually, the leader distanced himself from the main force.

This is natural and normal.

This team of cavalry was not considered elite. Except for a few masters who were temporarily recruited into the team, the mounts of these people were only ordinary.

But just because their mounts are ordinary doesn’t mean that the leader’s mount is ordinary.

After a stick of incense-like pursuit, the speed was obviously slowed down.

When the leader was about to catch up with the man the left army leader wanted, the sharpshooter who was as good as a ghost turned back slowly, put an arrow on his bow and drew his bow.
Gave him a cold smile!
(End of this chapter)