Chapter 250: Who Said Archers Can't Fight Close-Quarters?

The clouds accumulated in the sky shattered, and thunder and fire crisscrossed in the empty night sky.

Red blood and black waves surged on the river.

Martial artists rushed like meteors, crossing a hundred *zhang* in a breath, as if riding the wind, turning into arrows and fiercely chiseling into the crowd.

Thunder, firelight, roars.

The black world suddenly became an extremely fragile curtain, with thick blood and broken limbs spraying upward and smearing without any regularity or rhythm.

The earth shook from time to time, tiles fell from the barracks between the rammed earth, and firelight filled the sky.

The expanding smoke and dust, and the swaying orange light made all the light and shadow jump, blur, and spin violently.

Martial artists were wrapped by the general trend and fought desperately to rush forward; those coming from behind were all friendly forces, and those in front were all enemies!

What martial arts, what body techniques, in this great chaotic battle, the only thing they fought with was strength!

A slash down, breaking both the person and the armor, was the most superior martial art!

Liang Qu stood in the viscous darkness and the smell of blood, his eyes shining like torches; arrow after arrow flew past his hands, whistling out with bursts of wind-breaking sounds, stirring up a piece of smoke and dust.

Where the golden eyes shone, nothing could hide; every time he made a move, there was a harvest.

The Great Shun measurement system had one *shi* equal to one hundred and fifty *jin*.

A great bow of over a hundred *shi* definitely belonged to a strong bow among the Galloping Horse martial artist realm; ordinary Galloping Horses could open the bow, but after ten releases, they would be exhausted and lose their accuracy.

Liang Qu was born with martial bones, his strength was extremely strong, and the hundred-*shi* great bow was not a burden at all; the Falling Star Arrow technique was originally profound, and adding another layer of Dragon-Tiger Profound Qi, he aimed mostly at those who were fighting others and revealing flaws.

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

Suddenly, a cold arrow with absolute power shot from a hundred-*shi* strong bow; no one could withstand it.

The sound of arrows breaking the wind rang into a piece, and screams rose one after another.

One Ghost Mother Sect member after another fell, and Huang Jin Yuan, a Wolf Smoke expert fighting at the very front, finally noticed, his anger burning his heart.

He dispersed his perception, only to find Liang Qu, who was shooting arrows in the dark with golden eyes shining, his anger burning.

"Rat, shooting cold arrows to hurt people! Die for me!"

Huang Jin Yuan's Qi and blood thinned, he swung his sword to sweep away the martial artist in front of him, and rushed out of the encirclement.

Xiang Fang Su listened to all directions, and seeing this situation, his wrist turned, and a blade of wind flew out from the tip of the blade, seemingly slow but fast, instantly slashing out a ground crack over ten meters long, stopping Huang Jin Yuan's pace.

"Your grandfather is here!"

One slash was blocked, and the Wolf Smoke martial artist who had been shaken off earlier chased again, entangling Huang Jin Yuan.

The Ghost Mother Sect expert fighting with Xiang Fang Su was also furious; how dare he be distracted while fighting with him?

Seeing that he couldn't break free for a while and the sect members were retreating steadily, Huang Jin Yuan danced his long sword to protect his vital parts and roared.

"Kill that golden-eyed archer!"

"I'll come!"

A sect member solved the enemy in front of him and killed his way out of the encirclement under the cover of several people behind him.

In just the blink of an eye, he had crossed nearly a hundred meters, and he ran like a crazy warhorse.

In the crowd, there were martial artists wrapped by the general trend and rushing forward; seeing the black shadow attacking, they couldn't be afraid, instinctively waving their knives out.

The opponent didn't dodge or evade, lifting his small arm to block with an arm shield.

The curved blade slashed on the sturdy arm shield and was squeezed and shattered by the huge impact, shattering into pieces.

The opponent's momentum didn't stop, colliding with the martial artist at close range, pressing all the fragments of the broken blade into the martial artist's body!

The others didn't have time to react, only hearing a burst of tooth-aching bone-breaking sounds, exploding like firecrackers.

The martial artist who blocked had half his body torn apart.

When the crowd came back to their senses, that figure, surrounded by blood mist, had already broken through the River Patrol Office's line of defense and arrived in front of Liang Qu!

Liang Qu kicked the ground and retreated, carrying the long spear wrapped in silk cloth on his back, gracefully opening the distance, bending the bow and setting the arrow.

The bowstring exploded, several arrow feathers turned into meteors, and the sturdy sect member dodged left and right, brushing past the arrow feathers, only the last arrow had a tricky angle and couldn't be avoided, so he raised his hand to block.

Bang!

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The huge force was overwhelming, the arm shield made a muffled sound, the sect member was shocked until his arm was numb, his momentum collapsed, and his entire upper body leaned back slightly.

He looked at the arrow head that had pierced the arm shield and stabbed into his flesh with surprise, but it was only surprise; he broke the arrow shaft at will and kicked the ground to rush forward again.

Retreating while shooting arrows couldn't open the distance at all; after just a few kicks, the sect member caught up to that golden-eyed archer.

The archery was very handsome, but useless!

A bowman being approached at close range, there was only one ending!

Death!

"Kill my sect members, pay with your life!"

The sect member grinned, his two thick arms like ape arms hitting the air, pinching toward Liang Qu's neck, determined to pluck that head with the annoying golden pupils from the enemy's body.

This was the very back of the line, the experts were all at the front, no one could come to rescue!

Such a handsome face, it must be a talent from some aristocratic family.

The thought flashed by, the sect member's blood vessels swelled, blue veins bloomed like big pythons, spreading along his arms.

Huang Jin Yuan, watching from afar, almost wanted to shout well.

He knew that sect member; although he was in the middle stage of Galloping Horse, his horizontal training skills were perfect, not comparable to those consumables who took Mountain Ghost Blood Pills and were fast-tracked; as long as he was approached, he would definitely suffer!

Several River Patrol Office martial artists nearby tried to turn around to rescue, to get favor, but they couldn't catch up at all, becoming increasingly anxious, but Liang Qu was not in a hurry; he wiped his back hand while retreating, and swung it from in front of himself!

White silk covered his head, blocking his vision.

"Small tricks."

Without any avoidance, the white silk was torn apart just by the wind in front of him, but at the moment of tearing.

The sect member narrowed his eyes.

A long spear was brought up by the white silk, suspended in mid-air, the spear blade glowing with black-gold light, which was transmitted from the metal inside the spear body, exceptionally eye-catching.

The fluttering broken cloth was glowing with cold white light, and together with it, there were the golden pupils burning like torches.

The majestic deterrence roared into the sect member's mind; he only felt a chill in his heart, his whole body's pores tightened, as if thousands of steel knives were pressing against his vital parts, stiff and motionless.

Liang Qu retreated a step, grasped the suspended long spear, a point of essence light reappeared, kicked the ground and rushed forward, bringing out a splash of blood as he passed.

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

The sect member covered his pierced and torn throat, trying to block the blood vessels; he stumbled and ran forward, just cut throat, run out, there is salvation!

But Liang Qu didn't give him this chance at all.

The long spear turned, drawing an arc of light, slashing into the man's neck.

His wrist shook, the long spear cut out smoothly, spraying a blood arrow that fell into the mud.

The huge head broke and fell, like a leaking water bag, rolling endlessly, clanging with sound.

Only a middle stage of Galloping Horse, how dare he approach him at close range?

The surrounding sect members felt cold in their hearts, only feeling that the corpse with its head cut off and rushing forward was themselves.

Huang Jin Yuan was shocked and angry, hard to imagine a horizontal training expert being cut off his head in a face-to-face encounter!

He roared.

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

No one responded.

People without courage are not as good as rats.

Fighting many with few, the experts were all contained, who would dare to touch the mold again?

For a time, Liang Qu was actually unstoppable!

"Good boy."

Xiang Fang Su's spirit was lifted, taking back his attention; he, who had always paid attention to the external situation, had even more blade Qi on his hands.

The chaotic battle continued.

The entire island at this time was like a water gate; when it was pulled open, what was released was a dark red tide.

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