Chapter 129: Once again

He felt like a water tank being refilled, so he hurriedly nodded.

Just then, the backboard of a carriage was smashed to pieces. Dong Rui slammed into it with force, and the board flew off, clearing his field of vision.

From his angle, the situation on the slope was laid bare.

These bastards were still digging pits for him? Dong Rui let out an angry roar, his gaze focusing on He Lingchuan, who was issuing orders: "You little dog, playing an endless obstacle game with me here? Do you really think I, Dong Rui, have a good temper?" With the Xuan Crystal's reinforcement, the road surface froze much faster.

In the blink of an eye, the first layer was laid.

Hmm, it looked very smooth. However, He Lingchuan was still not at ease and asked the spellcaster to reinforce it again.

Reinforce it again.

Thus, two more layers were laid in succession.

Under the morning light, the frozen road surface emitted a white glow, shining brilliantly.

Having done this, the spellcaster's face was pale and he was swaying. Although there was the Xuan Crystal to provide energy, a person's mental strength was limited. This was the first time he had cast spells at such high intensity. In just a few dozen breaths, he was exhausted, feeling as if his mind and spirit were drained, and he wanted to lie down and sleep for three days and three nights.

He Lingchuan reached out to him: "The remaining Xuan Crystal, give it back to me."

The returned Xuan Crystal had shrunk by two full circles.

Mao Tao hoisted the spellcaster onto a horse, intending to slip away with the others.

No one noticed that behind the last layer of the carriage formation, Dong Rui suddenly stopped and beckoned to his subordinates: "Bring the bow!"

Someone immediately presented him with a bow.

Dong Rui called over an archer and pointed at He Lingchuan: "Shoot that He family brat dead! You know the one, the one who looks especially arrogant!"

The archer did not dare to hesitate, took out an arrow, nocked it, and aimed at He Lingchuan on the slope.

The design of this bow was more flamboyant and heavier than ordinary ones; its lines looked somewhat like a bat spreading its wings, especially the exaggerated curve of the bow ears, and the "head" of the bat was right on the bow handle, which was the position for gripping the bow and nocking the arrow.

As the archer aimed, he suddenly felt He Lingchuan's figure become a blur; he was unable to lock onto his position precisely.

It was like trying to see what was at the bottom of a lake with violently rippling water.

Yuan power!

The bow he was using was a genuine magic treasure, and the Yuan power on his opponent interfered with the magic treasure's effect, preventing it from functioning at its maximum utility.

Their side was at a disadvantage due to their status as common outlaws, lacking Yuan power reinforcement.

The archer tried twice but could not accurately target him, and cold sweat immediately seeped out on his forehead.

Dong Rui glared at him from the side and said sternly: "What are you still hesitating for?" That brat was running further and further away.

Since there was no way to avoid it anyway, the archer gritted his teeth and said loudly: "I am willing to sacrifice three years of my lifespan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp hook protruded from the bow handle—it was unclear if it was a claw or a tooth—and it pierced into his palm like lightning.

But the archer himself felt nothing; this did not affect the stability of his hand at all. Instead, his spirit was lifted, and suddenly his eyes became clear and sharp.

Everyone else saw it too: a phantom of a ghost eye suddenly appeared right in front of the bow handle, deep red, with a round eye and vertical pupil, and distinct bloodshot veins.

The pupil turned left and right twice, then suddenly opened, like a cat's eye at night, opening to its maximum.

And the archer, aiming through the ghost eye, instantly saw He Lingchuan's back clearly! With the effect fully activated, all those distracting light and shadows disappeared. In the archer's sight, there was only a simple prey.

Now!

He aimed at He Lingchuan's lower back, and with a "whoosh," the feathered arrow left the string.

In just two short breaths, He Lingchuan's figure became blurry again, and the Yuan power took effect once more.

The special effect of this bow was precisely to help the owner briefly seize the gap in Yuan power fluctuations to deliver a fatal blow.

After this arrow was shot, the archer gasped for air, as if he had run forty miles in one breath; his previous calm was gone, and his face was white and his lips blue.

He was originally a thin, tall man in his forties with a yellowish complexion. To others, his changes were visible to the naked eye: the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, his eyes became cloudier, his chin sharper, and he became even thinner.

In short, the archer seemed to have aged three to five years in just a few breaths.

This was the price of using the bow. Dong Rui did not want to bear it himself, so he let others use it.

The ghost eye in front of the bow disappeared. Dong Rui snatched the bow from the archer, handed it to a subordinate, and put it away: "Smash all these broken carriages!"

……

It would be safe after turning the corner ahead, and they could temporarily leave the bandits' long-range attacks behind.

He Lingchuan was about to whip his horse when the broken blade at his waist suddenly vibrated. At the same time, the cold air spreading from his back made his heart contract violently.

His sixth sense was warning him frantically:

Something hair-raising was rushing from behind, and it was fast!

He Lingchuan had no time to think or look back; he grabbed his shield and threw it backward.

It was as if a firm and steady voice was prompting him in his mind: Jump off the horse!

He didn't know why, but He Lingchuan did it without hesitation.

With a muffled "thud," the light shield, which had been made of century-old ancient vines from the deep mountains soaked in tung oil and then steamed and dried nine times, actually shattered into pieces upon colliding with the incoming object.

One had to know that this thing possessed both hardness and toughness; let alone being smashed in one go, even if it were left there for people to hack at with knives and axes, it would take a long time to cut through.

At this moment, it was not even a match for a single blow.

After shattering the shield, the object's speed only slowed slightly before continuing to rush forward.

Just as He Lingchuan jumped off the horse, he landed with a somersault and almost fell face-first due to inertia. Fortunately, this body had excellent agility, and he took a few quick steps forward. Although he was stumbling and his posture was ugly, he at least managed to brake forcibly on a large rock at the edge of the cliff.

Ahead was a bottomless abyss; that was close.

As for why he didn't jump to the other side, it was too dangerous; the other side was the flying hooves of other people's mounts, and there were several of them. If he jumped down, he would easily be trampled into a paraplegic.

He Lingchuan was still rejoicing in his choice in his heart when his feet suddenly felt empty—

Damn it, the large rock he was standing on was loose.

Having stood here for years, suffering from the sun and wind, it was long since a hollow shell; how could it withstand the heavy force of a young man?

It immediately split into four or five pieces and, along with the culprit who caused all this, fell into the evil abyss! "******" He Lingchuan cursed bluntly.

Why was it falling off a cliff again! Could the method of death be a bit more creative? Was the difference between him and the original body that one had already died falling off a cliff, while the other was on the way to falling off a cliff?

But while cursing and free-falling, he also saw a white shadow sweep over the horse's back, exploding a cloud of blood mist on his mount's neck!

(End of chapter)