Chapter 182 Eight arrows shot out
After Yang Chenfeng stood still and everyone dispersed, Jiang Lin took off his bow and arrow, and drew a full moon at him from twenty steps away.
Lei Hexuan naturally saw that it was a strong bow and praised: "What a strong arm!"
Jiang Lin smiled at him, his energy covering about 20% of the arrow's strength, and then let go of his hand.
Zheng——
The first arrow shot out, heading towards Yang Chenfeng with a harsh whistling sound.
Twenty steps, that is, the blink of an eye.
Originally, Yang Chenfeng was a little overconfident, thinking that there was no need to be too cautious when dealing with a ninth-level martial artist.
But the moment the feather arrow was shot, he felt the pressure.
Too fast!
Arriving in an instant!
He quickly waved the second-grade long sword in his hand to block, and with a "clang" sound, the arrow bounced off the sword blade, causing a large amount of sparks.
Yang Chenfeng glanced at the sword blade from the corner of his eye and found that it was slightly curled. He was a little shocked and couldn't help but exclaimed: "A first-grade arrow?"
Only arrows of the upper level can cause such damage in a collision.
Jiang Lin had already set the second arrow and nodded: "This arrow was made by Jiang in his spare time. Deputy Fort Master Yang should be careful."
Yang Chenfeng was shocked. Only a blacksmith with extremely high skills would be able to build such high-quality arrowheads.
But although it's a bit stressful, it's not very stressful.
He even had time to say to Jiang Lin: "Thank you Brother Jiang for reminding me, Yang knows."
The second arrow was shot, and Yang Chenfeng blocked it with his sword again. He was already planning to scrap the long sword and apologize to Brother Na Jiang.
As a result, just when the sword blade was about to make contact with the arrow, someone else exclaimed from behind: "Deputy Lord, be careful!"
Yang Chenfeng was surprised, careful?
Be careful about what?
The next moment, he felt the coldness coming from the back of his heart. While blocking the arrow in front of him, he returned to pick it up.
Dang——
After a sound, Yang Chenfeng clearly saw another feather arrow being bounced out.
He looked at the people behind him with confusion. Who shot the arrow?
"Deputy Lord Yang, the third arrow." Jiang Lin's voice reached his ears.
As soon as Yang Chenfeng turned around, he saw the third feather arrow already arriving.
At the same time, he felt two other chills approaching quickly.
Turning out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the arrow that had just bounced off turned around in mid-air and flew back.
Yang Chenfeng suddenly felt horrified, what is this?
Lei Hexuan saw clearly from not far away that the deflected arrow did not fall, but twisted in mid-air like a living creature and shot at Yang Chenfeng again.
Even the well-informed Lord of Thunder Castle could not help but be shocked at this moment.
How could this arrow turn on its own?
Fang Guhao and others next to him also looked shocked. They had never seen such a strange feather arrow.
On the contrary, Cai Yanting seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but exclaimed: "I have heard that three hundred years ago there were holy-level Holy Spirit Arrows. They were locked in energy and could kill enemies thousands of miles apart. Could this be it?"
"That's bullshit! This bow was taken from us. It's just an ordinary eight-stone bow." Liao Mingxu stared at the arrow flying in the air and said, "That arrow is quite weird."
While the others were talking, Jiang Lin had already shot the fourth arrow.
Each arrow only carries 20% of its power, so blocking them one by one is not too difficult for a peak martial artist like Yang Chenfeng.
But the problem is that the number of feather arrows is increasing.
From only needing to block one arrow, now he needs to block four at the same time. The pressure suddenly increased fourfold!
Numbers cannot accurately express the crisis a person encounters, only the beads of sweat on his forehead can.
These arrows are so weird, how come they don’t hit the ground? At this time, Jiang Lin said again: "Deputy Lord Yang, the fifth arrow."
Seeing another feather arrow flying towards him, Yang Chenfeng wanted to curse.
Even Lei Hexuan couldn't help but said: "Brother Jiang, is this what you said about only shooting eight arrows?"
Jiang Lin naturally put on the sixth feather arrow, still held it for a full moon easily, and then let go.
"Did I cum too much?" Jiang Lin asked.
Lei Hexuan moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.
It's true that I haven't shot much. So far, I've only shot six arrows, with two more to go.
But the problem is, your arrow doesn’t hit the ground!
At this time, he finally realized why Jiang Lin proposed it so easily and only shot eight arrows to end the matter.
Judging from the current situation, with eight arrows shooting out at the same time, even a ninth-level martial artist might have the ability to kill the pinnacle of martial arts!
Fooled!
Lei Hexuan fisted slightly, roaring in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.
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He and Yang Chenfeng agreed to the matter personally, and Fang Guhao and others acted as guarantees.
Lei Hexuan glanced slightly at Fang Guhao and the others. Several generals seemed to notice his eyes, looked over, and shook their heads slightly.
The meaning is very clear, you can't take action.
Even if Yang Chenfeng really died here today, he would still have to endure it because a few of them nodded.
If Lei Hexuan couldn't help but take action, not only would Liao Mingxu, a madman, be given a handle, but their face would be trampled to the ground.
Fang Guhao and others didn't care about the death of a deputy castle master who was at the pinnacle of martial arts. He was not one of them anyway.
But one's own face must be preserved.
The most important thing is that Lei Hexuan cares about Yang Chenfeng's life, while Fang Guhao and others focus on the arrows flying in the sky.
The faces and hearts of several generals were filled with wonder at what a powerful weapon this was.
It seems like it will never stop until the enemy is killed.
If there were such bows and arrows on the battlefield, they could capture an extra large territory!
Even if he is not a frontier soldier, he is still a member of the army. After seeing such a magical weapon, he can't bear it in his heart.
Several people looked at Jiang Lin with even more admiration.
To be able to create such a strange weapon at such a young age is like the reincarnation of the master blacksmith!
No wonder Liao Mingxu went crazy and wanted to protect this person!
Fang Guhao looked at Yang Chenfeng, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He wished that this guy would die quickly, so why was he holding on?
Yang Chenfeng couldn't scream in pain now. The seventh arrow had been shot, and the whistling sound was like the roar of a ghost urging death, which made him feel confused.
Without warning, an arrow pierced his right calf, causing his body to tilt immediately.
Seeing two feather arrows flying at the same time, he gritted his teeth and blocked one, but the other instantly penetrated his left shoulder.
At the same time, Jiang Lin's voice came out again: "Deputy Lord Yang, the last arrow."
Yang Chenfeng cursed madly in his heart, "Fuck you, the last arrow!"
He raised his head and looked in the direction where the feather arrow was flying, and even looked at Jiang Lin, his eyes full of murderous intent.
At this moment, Yang Chenfeng still didn't understand that he had been fooled.
It's said to be eight arrows, but it's actually more powerful than eight hundred arrows.
Especially when he saw Jiang Lin's calm face and indifferent eyes, Yang Chenfeng suddenly felt boundless fear in his heart.
I originally thought that the crazy frontier soldier was the scariest person, but now I realize that this young man who always speaks calmly and speaks deeply is the scariest person!
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