113. Proud of Life·Who Will Dao Compete with (5)

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The situation changed unexpectedly. The evil side was suddenly attacked, but the situation on the other side was not much better.

"Kill this bastard!

"Don't let him get away! Shoot the arrow!!"

Two lines of hundreds of troops chased a beast-like figure like the wind. This man also shouted loudly with a broken gong voice.

"Apollis, that's bullshit! You're an idiot, you don't have balls!'

They yelled and cursed all the way, causing the two hundred people to run wildly across the mountains and rivers. But he always almost failed to catch up, and he hated him so much that he vowed to kill him to the end of the world.

Long Zaitian is also having a very hard time. After all, he is the one being hunted, which requires more energy and is always accompanied by the risk of death.

It goes without saying that Long Zaitian's light kung fu is better than theirs, but there are archers behind them who are drawing their bows and firing arrows one after another. Not to mention the long shooting range, they have no chance of escaping. After running in such a long circle, Long Zaitian was unable to distance himself at all, and even got closer and closer.

He didn't even take a breath, so he took a slow step, and a row of arrows hit his back. The dragon rolled away from the sky, no longer as calm as before.

"Wait! Wait! Everyone has something to say!

He wanted to save the dog's life with his eloquent words, but the other party no longer bought it.

The ghost warrior drew his bow and aimed it, the dark arrow tip flowing with dangerous light, and shouted: "Who the hell are you calling bullshit?"

Long Zaitian begged for mercy: "I said it wrong, I said it wrong, Alples is definitely not bullshit.

The faces of the soldiers brightened slightly.

Long Zaitian continued: "He is simply bullshit, fellow mother.

The soldiers were furious: "Damn it! Shoot the arrow!! Shoot this straight bitch to death!"

Feather arrows fell like locusts, covering the area where he was. Seeing the dragon hiding in the sky, something incredible happened when the arrow was about to fall on him. The dragon was rolling around in the sky, turning left and right, as if it were a small animal looking for a hole, and the dust flew up. When the ghost warriors saw him resisting until death, they all laughed, but their hands were not slow, and they fired arrows in succession.

Each hundred of them are equipped with strong bows, which means there are twenty archers, and two rounds of rapid fire are a shower of arrows. However, the strange thing is that in the midst of such a dense attack of arrows, the dragon was dancing wildly with its arms and legs in the sky, writhing and making a mess, but its body was still intact, and not even a single arrow could hit him.

He was covered in ashes and there were dirt and mud spots on his clothes, but he was not injured.

Every time the arrow was about to touch his body, he could immediately dodge it by a hair's breadth. Not just once, but hundreds of arrows could dodge. His speed was simply amazing. Jaw-dropping. The soldiers who were as determined as ghosts couldn't help but slow down their hands, not knowing what kind of strange thing was happening in front of them.

You must know that to survive under such a dense rain of arrows, not only must you be fast, but more importantly, you must have a reaction speed that exceeds the limits of human beings. The current Long Zaitian can actually do it. His martial arts should be comparable to the top masters in the world, and he should be one step away from supernatural powers. How come he has not been able to dodge their pursuit all this time.

But if you look closely, he doesn't seem to react so quickly. He didn't even look at the arrow. The arrow dodged when it hit the person, and the connection was extremely natural. It wasn't as if he was dodging on purpose, but rather as if the arrow was clever, and they had agreed with him that it would land beside him without hurting him at all.

This movement technique is the martial arts of Long Zhi at the bottom of Tianyao Box. Although he grew up in a family of officials, the martial arts he practiced since childhood was not Confucianism, but Taoist martial arts.

The person who taught him this body skill was a poor Taoist priest he met at a small Taoist restaurant behind the Guandi Temple at the foot of the barren mountain next to the Purple Holy Mountain, the first holy site of Taoism. At that time, Long Zaitian was traveling around the world and saw that the Taoist priest was drinking and had no money, so he didn't want to care about it. But for some reason, the money bag fell to the ground. ET F A piece of gold ingot rolled to the Taoist priest's feet, and he helped him read the money in a daze.

The poor Taoist priest had no repayment, so he gave him a thin yellowed book with four words written on it - The raccoon cat is rolling.

Long Zaitian's movement skills have no reputation in the martial arts world. Traveling long distances is certainly far inferior to other schools of lightness skills. In close combat, his movement skills change, and his strikes are like lightning. There is no special advantage. Not to mention the three major sects of Shaolin, Wudang and Daluoshan, they are not even up to the level of the four sects. They can only be said to be second- and third-rate martial arts.

Speaking of which, the only thing worthy of praise for this "civet cat rolling" light skill is that there is something weird and wonderful about this movement technique. When practicing, start from the inside out. You don’t train your hands and feet, but you first practice your body-protecting energy.

The body-protecting energy of others is a magical skill that can be used to protect the body from the inside out when a person with advanced internal skills has achieved great success. As for some people's protective energy being stronger than fine iron and invulnerable to weapons and bullets, while others can be wounded by sticks, that is due to personal cultivation.

And there are also some people who focus on practicing the magical skills of body protection and deliberately cultivate themselves. The mind must be focused when exercising. Unlike the former, which is sent and received by the heart, the ability to protect the body is not as good as those who have achieved great internal strength. But no matter what kind, it is within the scope of self-defense.

But Long Zaitian's protective energy was completely different. His protective energy can only be revealed when he is running, and it is condensed and not dispersed, and it is connected with the breath in his body.

And the moment his protective energy was attacked -

Long Zaitian's body suddenly circled around the arrow. His movements were as funny as a civet cat climbing a tree, but he actually dodged the fatal arrow.

Although the protective energy in his body is not deep, it is extremely sensitive, and because it is connected to the limbs and bones, once it senses an attack, it will immediately lead the owner away.

This 'civet cat rolling' movement technique ensures that he will be attacked while running.

A martial art that automatically dodges when struck. In other words, it is a life-saving skill.

"Damn you can really turn it over!"

At the end of the bow and arrow shot, the quiver was already empty, but he still couldn't catch this big civet cat-like guy. When they came to the Central Plains, they could not bring more bows and arrows with them, as they would already have bottomed out in a short time. But after all, there is strength in numbers, and even the power of one person cannot defeat many of them.

"Knife, knife, knife!"

"Kill this old civet cat to death!!

“Chop it into mincemeat!

Long Zaitian repeated his old tune, rolling and escaping at the same time. It actually worked during a close encounter and prevented anyone from chopping him into pieces. But no matter how wonderful the civet cat rolls, its internal strength will always be exhausted. However, the two hundred warriors of Guixiao changed hands one after another and took turns to rest. After all, there was only one person in Long Zaitian.

No matter how hard the big raccoon cat worked, after half an hour, it was too tired to move.

"Hahu, hahu...CC again

The dragon was panting in the weather and was surrounded by ghost warriors. Not to mention that he was exhausted at the moment, even if he had strength, the civet cat could not avoid the swords rising from all directions.

His eyes began to turn white, and he simply lay down on his back, blowing out white breath in large mouthfuls, which was quickly blown away by the cold wind. He could no longer exert any strength. He let fatigue knock him down and was unwilling to move even an inch.

The ghost warriors were overjoyed when they saw that the civet cat was motionless. After playing this for a long time, I was a little tired. The steel sword's light was faint and slowly moved towards the center, for fear that he would make some strange move. Thinking of finally killing this guy, my palms were sweating slightly.

"I'm so exhausted that this guy wasted so much time.

"I can't spare him. I will chop him at least three times."

"This knife will make Shuzi come to you 4j"

A ghost warrior came forward with a sword and said with a ferocious smile.

"Now I want you to know that you have offended the wrong person. We, the ghost gang, are not the ones you should offend.

- Long Zaitian, who was exhaling heavily, moved his ears slightly, but had no other reaction.

After the soldier said this, he slashed Long Zaitian with his sword, and then he vomited blood and flew into the sky. This moment seemed to be still. No one could have imagined that now, he would still resist.

The civet cat's lazy voice came.

Long Zaitian punched the sky, but he was still weak from exhaustion. It was obvious that the punch just now had used up the last of his energy. It’s no longer anything to be afraid of.

His complexion was very poor, and he was weak and pale, which was obviously the result of intense physical exertion. However, despite this, there was tiredness, relaxation and even a trace of trance on his face.

But I can't find the fear.

As a dying person, this is too abnormal.

Long Zaitian's eyes were dull and he stared at the ground, still speaking slowly.

"You, a group of thieves, can you be said to be someone I dare not mess with?"

He spoke slowly, as if he would fall down at any time, but he also gave people the feeling that he could not be knocked down no matter what.

"Are you mistaken? Have you ever seen soldiers afraid of thieves?"

"Why are you talking nonsense to him? Kill him!'

"Kill, kill, kill!"

As if they couldn't stand his tone, or the warrior's intuition made them feel that this was not going to be good, everyone raised their swords and wanted to attack. However, their actions did not look like they were about to snipe prey, but rather like a group of people who were targeted by wild beasts and had to raise their knives to defend themselves.

The corners of Long Zaitian's mouth curved - and he whispered: "Kill."

From the mountains and fields, to the green forests and lakes, suddenly there came back a sound that sounded like - or a huge sound that seemed to be the aggregation of thousands of sounds.

The next thing that sounded was the sound of sharp objects being inserted into flesh and blood.

A large number of blood flowers exploded and became a bloody mist visible to the naked eye. The sound of sharp objects being inserted into the flesh and blood and the screams continued. No one knew what happened, just like they didn't know what cut him in two. This scalp-numbing sound continued and was surprisingly long. Even though there was a sea of ​​blood as far as the eye could see, and no one was even standing there, the screams and the sound of meat being cut still didn't stop. It is suspected that this sound is also a means of torturing the enemy.

“You are the ones who really messed with the wrong person.

The blood mist gradually dispersed.

It revealed Long Zaitian standing in the center, and the ghost warriors who were not dead after being stabbed several times - and surrounding them in the middle, wearing black leather armor, numbering at least three thousand. A group of tigers and wolves.

In comparison, the two hundred ghost warriors were not even an entertainment show.

They carried swords on their waists and were covered in blood. The unicorn-patterned armor on their shoulders became even more ferocious after being washed by the blood.

They are quiet, low-key, and calm, as if they are integrated with the mountains and forests.

They don't know when they came, they don't know how to get there, and they don't even know if they are really here now.

Only the extremely ferocious Qilin on the shoulder shows that the Qilin guards who dominate the world are really here.

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