Chapter 250: Who said archers can’t get close?

The clouds that had accumulated in the sky shattered, and the empty night sky was filled with thunder and fire.

The river was surging with red blood and black waves.

The martial artists ran like meteors, leaping hundreds of feet in a breath, as if they were riding the wind, turning into arrows and fiercely piercing into the crowd.

Thunder, fire, roar.

The black world suddenly turned into an extremely fragile curtain, and thick blood and limbs gushed up and smeared without any rules or rhythm.

The earth shook occasionally, and tiles of the rammed earth on both sides of the barracks fell, and the sky was full of fire.

The expanding smoke and the swaying orange light made all the light and shadows jump violently, blurry, and the sky and the earth turned.

The martial artists were swept up by the general trend and rushed forward desperately. Those coming from behind were all friendly troops, and those in front were all enemies!

What martial arts, what body skills, in this great chaos, only strength is fought!

The best martial arts is to chop down with a knife and shatter the person and the armor!

Liang Qu stood in the sticky darkness and bloody smell, his eyes were as bright as torches, and feather arrows flew past his hands quickly, whistling out with bursts of air-breaking sounds, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Nothing could escape his golden eyes, and every time he made a move, he would definitely gain something.

One stone of Dashun weighed 150 kilograms.

A bow of more than 100 stones was definitely a strong bow among the horse-running martial artists. Even if an ordinary horse could draw the bow, it would lose its strength and lose its accuracy after pulling it up and down ten times.

Liang Qu was born with martial bones and extremely strong strength. The 100-stone bow was not a burden at all. The Falling Star Arrow Technique was already profound, and with the addition of a layer of Dragon and Tiger Mysterious Qi, he mostly aimed at people who were fighting against others and showing flaws.

Even if it was a pack of wolves, they would ignore the trembling weak rabbits on the side when chasing and hunting.

Suddenly, a powerful cold arrow shot from a 100-stone strong bow came, and no one could withstand it.

The sound of arrows breaking through the wind was heard, and screams came one after another.

The Ghost Mother Cultists fell one after another, and Huang Jinyuan, the master of the Wolf Smoke who was fighting at the forefront of the battle line, finally noticed something.

He spread his perception and found Liang Qu, who was hiding in the dark and shooting arrows with golden eyes, and he was furious.

"Rat, you shot arrows in the dark! Come and die!"

Huang Jinyuan's blood and blood burst out, and he swept away the martial artist in front of him with a sword and rushed out of the encirclement.

Xiang Fangsu listened to all directions. Seeing this, his wrist turned, and a knife with a strong wind flew out from the tip of the knife. It seemed slow but was actually fast. In an instant, a crack more than ten meters long was cut out, forcing Huang Jinyuan to stop.

"Your grandfather is here!"

The Wolf Smoke martial artist who was accidentally separated from the sword was blocked by a knife, and chased again and entangled Huang Jinyuan.

The Ghost Mother Cult master who was fighting with Xiang Fangsu was also furious. How dare he be distracted in a fight with him?

Seeing that they could not get away for a while, the members of the sect were retreating step by step. Huang Jinyuan waved his long sword to protect his vitals and shouted.

"Kill the archer with golden pupils!"

"I'll do it!"

A member of the sect dealt with the enemy in front of him and broke out of the siege under the cover of several people behind him.

In just a blink of an eye, he had jumped nearly a hundred meters. This person was extremely tall and ran like a mad warhorse.

There was a warrior in the crowd who was swept forward by the momentum. Seeing the black shadow coming, he had no time to be afraid and instinctively swung his sword out.

The opponent did not dodge or avoid, but raised his forearm horizontally to block it with his arm shield.

The scimitar chopped on the solid arm shield, and was squeezed and cracked by the huge momentum, shattering into pieces.

The opponent's remaining momentum continued, and he collided with the warrior closely, pressing all the fragments of the broken sword into the warrior's body!

The others had no time to react, only to hear a series of teeth-grinding bone-breaking sounds, and crackling explosions like firecrackers.

The blocking warrior's body was torn into pieces.

When everyone came to their senses again, the figure was surrounded by blood mist, and had broken through the battle line of Hebo Suo and came to Liang Qu!

Liang Qu stepped back, carrying a long spear wrapped in silk cloth on his back, and pulled away, bending his bow and arrows.

The bowstring exploded, and several arrow feathers turned into meteors. The majestic and horse-like believer dodged left and right, passing by the arrows, but the last arrow had a tricky angle and could not be avoided, so he raised his hand to block it.

Bang!

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The huge force was overwhelming, and the arm shield made a dull sound. The believer's arm was numb, and the momentum collapsed suddenly, and the whole upper body leaned back slightly.

He was quite surprised when he saw the arrow that pierced through his arm shield and pierced his flesh, but he was just surprised. He broke the arrow shaft and rushed forward again.

He couldn't distance himself from the archer by shooting the bow and retreating at the same time. After a few steps, the members caught up with the golden-eyed archer.

His archery skills were very good, but useless!

When an archer was approached, there was only one ending!

Death!

"Kill my members, pay with your life!"

The members showed a grim smile, and their two thick arms were like monkey arms hitting the air, pinching Liang Qu's neck, determined to remove the head with the annoying golden pupils from the enemy.

This is the rear of the front line, the masters are all in the front, and no one can come to rescue!

Such a handsome face must be a talent from a family.

The thought flashed through his mind, and the blood of the members was surging, and the blue veins burst out like a python, spreading along their arms.

Huang Jinyuan, who was watching from a distance, almost cheered.

He knew that sect member. Although he was in the middle stage of running horses, he was a master of horizontal training. He was not comparable to those quick-made consumables by taking mountain ghost blood pills. If he got close to him, he would be in trouble!

Several martial artists from the Hebo Sect who were close to the rear tried to turn around to rescue him in order to gain favor, but they could not catch up at all and became more and more anxious. However, Liang Qu was not in a hurry. He wiped his hands behind his back while retreating and swung himself forward!

The white silk covered his head, blocking his vision.

"Little trick."

No need to retreat, the white silk was torn into pieces by the strong wind in front of him, but the moment it was torn into pieces.

The eyes of the believers narrowed.

A long spear was lifted up by the white silk and soared in the air. The blade of the spear was shining with black gold light, which was transmitted from the metal of the spear body, which was extremely eye-catching.

The flying rags were shining with cold white light, and with it, there were also the golden eyes burning like torches.

The majestic deterrence bombarded into the mind of the believer, and he felt a chill in his heart, and all the pores in his body tightened, as if there were thousands of steel knives against the vital points, stiff and motionless.

Liang Qu took a step back, grasped the long spear in the air, a little bit of brilliance reappeared, kicked the ground and rushed forward, and brought a puff of blood when passing by.

The air flowed in, like cold water rising from the throat, washing away all the dust.

The cultist covered his pierced and cut throat, trying to block the blood vessels. He staggered forward and fled. Just cut his throat, escape, and there will be rescue!

However, Liang Qu did not give him this opportunity.

The spear turned back, drew a flash of light, and cut into the man's neck.

With a flick of his wrist, the spear cut smoothly, and a stream of blood spurted out and fell to the mud.

The huge head broke and fell, like a leaking water bag, rolling non-stop, with a clang.

How dare a mere horse-running middle-level dare to get close to him?

The cultists who were watching felt cold in their hearts, thinking that the body with the head cut off and rushing forward was themselves.

Huang Jinyuan was shocked and angry when he saw it. It was hard to imagine that a good horizontal practitioner had his head cut off in the face!

He yelled.

"Is there anyone else! Is there anyone else!"

No one responded.

A man without courage is worse than a mouse.

With a few against many, the masters were all restrained, so who dared to touch the bad luck again?