Volume 1: Wind Rises in the Mountains and Lakes Chapter 147: Lin Yi Arrives
The two carriages turned around a high slope, and the shouts and killing sounds in front were clearly heard. More than 200 people surrounded Meng Shan and others, and his familiar roar could be heard from a distance.
These Jianghu masters of the Tianlong Sect were still not as good at horse riding as these native grassland people. After running for dozens of miles, they were caught up and surrounded again by the enemy.
The people of the Chaishi tribe were prepared this time and did not let the Tianlong Sect get close to them. They only used bows and arrows to greet them, making Meng Shan and others unable to defend themselves and could only fight hard.
This group of people were skilled in archery and horse riding, and they moved around unsteadily, making the Tianlong Sect disciples exhausted.
Meng Shan had killed no one knew how many people he had killed. He didn't know when he had a scimitar in his hand, waving pieces of knife light, and fiercely attacking the enemy's blockade.
Arrows rained down, forcing Meng Shan back again and again. He looked back at his disciples, each of them looked depressed and tired, while the enemy was energetic and fierce, and there were more people. If this goes on, I'm afraid these 10 or 20 people will have to die here.
If he hesitates, the situation will only get worse! Meng Shan, who was secretly desperate, turned around and shouted: "Ji Tang, fire the fireworks!"
Ji Tang's clothes were torn, and he wiped the sweat and blood on his face and took a few quick breaths. If he dismounted and fought with these people, he would not be afraid at all, but he was on the horse and could not use 50% of his skills. The opponent's arrows were sharp, and even if he was sharp-eyed and quick-witted to dodge in time, his clothes were drilled with several big holes by the arrows. But if he abandoned his horse to fight, the opponent's rain of arrows would instantly turn people into sieves.
Hearing the order of Elder Meng, Ji Tang felt a little relieved and reached his hand into his arms, but at this moment, he looked up in disbelief and blurted out: "It's Lin Yi, Lin Yi is here!"
The disciples heard the words with surprise in their eyes and looked into the distance with expectation.
Is Lin Yi really here? Did Lin Yi bring his bow?
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The besieged Tianlong Sect members were trying their best to hold on, but they were already at the end of their strength. Lin Yi, who came over, shook his head secretly when he saw it. The masters in the martial arts world could not gain much advantage in the face of the battle, let alone these ten or twenty people. If they came a little later, even if they tried to rescue them, it would be too late!
The carriage gradually approached the fighting crowd, and someone noticed the movement behind them. Dozens of people shouted and drove their horses to meet them.
The two carriages were side by side, and Lin Yi jumped onto the roof. Yuan Qing and Yuan Feng, each holding a few quivers in their arms, stood on both sides.
The big bow was opened and sounded three times in a row. Dozens of feather arrows flew out in a row, and dozens of people who rushed out from the opposite side fell down like haystacks.
Once the bow is opened, there is no turning back. Lin Yi will not show mercy this time. The arrows were all shot, and they all pierced the skull, blood was splattered, and one arrow took a life!
Each feather arrow was wrapped with a divine consciousness, and more than ten divine consciousnesses were Lin Yi's limit. With divine consciousness as a guide and the power of the bow, killing people was just a matter of raising his hand.
Lin Yi's bow made a "bang bang" sound, and every arrow was a soul-seeking one. No one dared to rush to the carriage again. The warriors of these tribes came fiercely with knives and bows. In a blink of an eye, they became dead bodies in a rain of blood.
In a blink of an eye, dozens of people fell to the ground, leaving only the neighing of frightened horses. And those people from the Chaici tribe were extremely brave and surrounded the people of the Tianlong Sect, refusing to retreat.
Lin Yi on the cart raised his mouth coldly. He looked calm, and with a wave of his hand, more than ten feather arrows were put on the bowstring.
His bow pointed at most of the enemy's troops, and it made a heart-shaking "bang bang" sound again. Dozens of people were blasted in the head by arrows, and their bodies flew off the horses and fell powerlessly on the grass.
The fiercest warriors in the tribe could no longer bear the pressure of death. They wailed, with endless fear and resentment, and fled in panic. Many people ran far away, still looking back with lingering fear.
That bloodthirsty devil and the strange bow are destined to become a legend on the grassland! And it will become a nightmare that some people can't get rid of late at night!
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On the grassland, the tired disciples of the Tianlong Sect didn't care about the frightened horses running around and the dead bodies on the ground. On their uncertain faces, with inexplicable meanings, they silently watched the man on the carriage--
Lin Yi stood on the carriage, his face as cold as frost. The hand holding the bow trembled slightly. A gust of wind blew, and the strong smell of blood made his stomach cramp faintly.
Slowly getting off the carriage, his hands and feet were a little clumsy, Lin Yi hung the bow in front of the carriage, and then sat tiredly on the carriage. His eyes were a little dull, and he let out a long breath.
Lin Yi didn't want to commit more murders. If he could kill one person, he would not kill two. These warriors of the Chaici tribe were no different from Wu Cai. They were also herdsmen on the grassland, no different from Wu Cai. But in order to save the Tianlong Sect and others, and to disperse these fearless grassland people, he could not bear it and killed people.
Not just one person, but hundreds of people died in his hands. Lin Yi stared blankly at his open hands, speechless. He had killed many people, those who threatened his life, those who did evil, those who were unforgivable, and so on. After killing people, he would forget about it and not think about it anymore.
And now, Lin Yi killed so many people so easily with the help of a big bow. For the first time, he felt panic and uneasiness.
Lin Yi was not a mortal, but no longer an ordinary person. His cultivation had far exceeded the scope of martial arts and the cognition and imagination of ordinary people.
It was like an adult holding a sharp weapon, slaughtering a group of weak babies. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, what we did today was very impressive.
These grassland people with bad intentions deserved to die, but they should not die in the hands of Lin Yi.
When the people of the Chaici tribe dispersed, Lin Yi suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart!
Lin Yi also killed many wild wolves, and he had no intention of killing the spiritual wolf king.
Perhaps, this is respect for life.
After killing so many people, Lin Yi found uneasy that he was challenging his humanity and conscience. It is not against the heart to save people, but too much killing is against the heart. Today, saving Elder Meng and others made him feel a little comforted in his deep loss.
"Lin Yi, I didn't expect you to break out of the siege, save the injured disciples, and drive away the strong enemies for us. This is a great achievement. When you return to the mountain gate in the future, you will be rewarded!"
Meng Shan's voice sounded in Lin Yi's ears. He slowly raised his head and saw that he had come to the carriage with the surviving disciples.
Lin Yi left the carriage, took a step forward, bowed his head and said: "It is our duty as fellow disciples to help each other. Lin Yi has never thought of taking credit for anything!"
Meng Shan pondered for a moment, looked back at the disciples behind him, and said meaningfully as his eyes flickered: "I never thought that we would have to rely on you, an outer disciple, to save us in times of crisis. The power of your bow and arrow is amazing! This elder is not an old man with blurred vision, and I know everything. Lin Yi, do you want to become Meng's disciple?"
The disciples looked strange when they heard this.
Ji Tang and Luo Rong looked eager, but Yao Zi looked gloomy.
Mu Qing'er's hair was disheveled, and she was combing it behind people. When she heard what Uncle Meng said, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she smiled at Senior Sister Xu.
In the Tianlong Sect, it is extremely difficult for outer disciples to become inner disciples, and it is even more difficult to become the elders' disciples. Elder Meng has only one disciple so far, but now he favors Lin Yi so much. These inner disciples have mixed feelings and different thoughts.
Zhen Yuanzi, who has been paying attention to Lin Yi, is not good at speaking. He is silent with an elusive smile.
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