"Who is it, who did it?" The third master roared, although he was injured, his skills were still there, what kind of person could kill people in full view of many bandits.
"Poof" Another bandit's throat was cut open and he fell to the ground, the first person who was the first to be the third master and said that he would cut Li Qingshan a thousand times.
The dark mountains and forests seemed to hide terrible devils, and the terrifying shadow instantly enveloped all the bandits, and no one could see whose hands were moving? How did you move your hands? I don't know if the next person to die will be myself, this fear of the unknown is the most terrifying.
In this panic, the third and fourth bandits fell to the ground, as if the scythe of the god of death was silently harvesting life.
The night wind was cold, and a delicate hunting knife swam through the high dry grass like a poisonous snake, and the blade was covered with dark grass sap, which did not reflect any light.
And tonight, there is no moon.
Li Qingshan stood in the dark forest on the hillside, looking at all this, only he could see it, Xiao An held a hunting knife, wandering among the bandits, and the expression on his face was extremely angry.
These bandits' words had completely angered him, his mind had been numb and dry for a long time, and for the first time, he burst out with such strong emotions, wanting to kill them all.
Li Qingshan saw that Xiao An wanted to get close to the third master several times, but he was blocked back, and the blood of the third-rate master was already extremely vigorous, and he had already restrained the ghost. Xiao An was able to get close to him because he nourished him with his own anger every day.
"Ah!" "Ah!" Two screams, two more bandits died unjustly, and the third master was not a waste, and he yelled: "Gather all together, lean together!" All the bandits gathered tightly around him to ensure his safety first.
Many blood and qi gathered together, like a huge flame, and Xiao An couldn't get close.
Li Qingshan took a sip of the spirit wine in the gourd, "Bull Demon Power Fist" is not known for its speed, and there is no so-called light skill, he relied on the endurance of a cow, and the supplement of spirit wine, he caught up with him.
He replenished his vitality and raised his stone splitting bow. Now, it's time for me to make a move!
With a "bang", the dark night was interrupted, and it could be heard from the sound alone that it was an extremely powerful bowstring clanging, short and beautiful, with a sharpness that cut through the air.
The feather arrow came from the darkness in the distance with a sharp howl, pierced the chest of a bandit, and nailed it to a bandit behind him, killing two birds with one stone!
The moment he heard the sound of the strings, the bandits had been pierced, and the bandits had also experienced a lot of battles, but none of them could react in advance, the third master knew that this was an arrow faster than the sound, and the archery was a good skill, and in the entire Qingyang, it seemed that only one person could shoot such an arrow with a bow.
No, not that person, otherwise he would be dead now! The third master glanced at his injured right shoulder and remembered the kid who forced him to this step. He originally only said that he was hasty and careless, so he was hit by a sneak attack, but he didn't expect that kid's archery skills to be so terrifying.
In fact, Li Qingshan's archery skills were still not particularly accurate, and he suddenly used a heavy bow such as a splitting stone bow, and he was separated by such a long distance. But when the bandits gathered together, they didn't need to bother aiming at all, they just shot to the center, and there was no reason to miss.
"The third master, it's the kid just now, he caught up."
"This ... This is to drive us all out! "
"The arrow came from that direction, we fought with him!"
"No, no, once separated..."
While they were arguing, the second arrow pierced the chest of one of the bandits, and each bandit's face was distorted with fear, panicking like a flock of lambs to be slaughtered.
The third leader ordered: "This is all the ghost of that kid, rush up and kill that kid together!" With the bandits shouting and killing, they rushed up the hill.
Li Qingshan stood there without any scruples and shot down an arrow.
A feather arrow was ejected by a tight bowstring, soaring wildly in the dark, spinning through three dead leaves, piercing into the body of a bandit, and penetrating layers of flesh and blood, until it was stuck in the bone, and then it stopped unwillingly.
The huge impact of the feather arrow made the bandit even have time to let out a scream, and a bandit next to him stopped and looked over in horror, the look of fear had not yet dissipated, and he felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he didn't know anything.
The interval between arrows was so short that the bandits' momentum was stopped, and they hurriedly looked for hiding cover, but before they could breathe a sigh of relief, that kind of extremely strange blood stains once again descended on their throats, far more accurate and terrifying than sharp arrows.
Every moment, someone died, and the morale inspired by fear was exhausted, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the third master had mounted a dwarf horse and galloped towards the Black Wind Village, and suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts.
Li Qingshan picked up the cracked stone bow on his back, feeling a faint pain in his arms, the power of these three stone bows was indeed extraordinary, but after firing more than a dozen arrows in a row, he couldn't support it anymore, took a deep breath, and drank another sip of wine.
"Xiao An, let's catch up!"
In Woniu Village, the villagers were still panicking, and Li Long was ordering people to collect the body.
"Aaron, how did you get this look." An old and majestic voice sounded from the darkness.
Li Long's body was shocked: "Master, why are you here!" "It was the iron fist master who shocked Qingyang City, the iron lion Liu Hong.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to subdue those bandits, so come and take a look." Liu Hong came out of the darkness, his eyes were like rings, he was not angry and self-assured, wearing a wide robe, majestic, like a mighty lion, he looked at the corpse of the bandits: "I fell out with Heifeng Village... Hey, this is not your hand, so heavy, say, what's going on? "
Li Long could only say one by one, Liu Hong heard the words and deeds of the third master, and snorted coldly: "How dare you not take the Iron Fist Sect and the old man in your eyes, if the old man is here, he will definitely kill him with his own hands, and see if the blind bear dares to turn his face against me." "
When he heard what Li Qingshan had done, he praised: "Good courage, good means." How old do you think Li Qingshan is? "
"Probably, fifteen years old." Li Long himself was a little surprised, and only when he said it himself did he remember that Li Qingshan was just a teenager.
"What, only fifteen years old!" Liu Hong was shocked, he was an old river and lake, not to mention a third-rate master at the age of fifteen or sixteen, even a first-class master he had seen, but behind those heroic teenagers, there was a shadow of a big family, at least, there was also a master with great martial arts.
If there is no good master to teach, no matter how talented you are, you can't become a climate, "It's right for you to reconcile with him, this Li Qingshan may be a disciple trained by some strange person in the rivers and lakes, let's go and take a look."