Chapter 567

The autumn leaves turned yellow, and the red fire burned.

Chishan's mane fluttered, like flames swaying in the wind.

Crack.

The horse's hooves stepped on the withered leaves, making a rustling sound.

Liang Qu withdrew his gaze, ignored the ambushers, and stopped under the outpost wooden house.

"How much longer until the five hours are up?"

The Martial Artist in the outpost looked back at the incense plate, held up his fingers to compare, and there was still half a finger's distance left from the expected mark.

"Half a quarter of an hour."

"Trouble you to load it!"

Liang Qu took off the leather bag on the right side of the saddle and threw it onto the outpost.

An outpost can only store once. For the next five hours, he had to go three miles away to find another outpost.

The Martial Artist didn't talk nonsense, caught the Green-Backed Dragon Carp in the water vat with his companion, and stuffed them into the leather bag.

Crackle!

Hearing the sound of the treasure fish struggling and stirring in the room, the ambushers licked their lips, as if they had tasted nectar.

Winner takes all.

The top three in the Great Hunt take eighty percent. Just by snatching the current stash and catching a few birds and deer to make a pair, if the luck is good, there's a chance for the top ten!

The windfall within reach made people excited.

Only Liu Xingfei felt timid, brooding over the previous glance.

"Did that kid discover us?"

Xu Zishuai scratched his cheek, thinking it was certain.

He had suspected earlier that it was Senior Brother Liang who caught eighty fish in one breath, and seeing it with his own eyes, he wasn't surprised at all.

As a practitioner of the "Eye Consciousness Art," he knew best how heaven-defying this art was.

It wasn't just the people ambushing nearby; he could even feel the gazes of the hunters on Yulan Peak in the distance.

At this very moment.

The gazes from top to bottom were dense; at least several hundred people were paying close attention. It was completely an "open meeting."

But several groups were ambushing at the same time, and they happened to be noticed; it was probably because of himself.

"Coincidence, right." Xu Zishuai said decisively, "There's more than one group ambushing in the surroundings; there's no reason he only discovered us and didn't discover others."

"It doesn't matter. If he discovered us, he discovered us. In the end, it's a real fight. We have many people; even if the ambush is useless, it won't affect anything."

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

Both sides had a point. Liu Xingfei temporarily suppressed his distracting thoughts and quietly waited for the treasure fish to be completely moved out of the outpost.

Four wide-bellied leather bags, tied in pairs, were carried by Chishan.

Everyone gripped their knives and swords tightly.

White smoke curled.

The winding incense in the wooden house burned to the end, the sparks burned through the cotton thread, the solid iron ball tied to the end lost its support and crashed down.

Clang!

The trembling sound of the tray vibrating echoed through the forest, as if a copper switch had been flipped.

The fallen leaves froze in mid-air, and the forest birds spread their wings and flew away in fright.

The cold light pierced the morning sun, a fallen leaf was cut in half by the blade, and then rolled into the blade energy behind it, shattering into powder.

Tigers leaped from all sides, murderous intent exploded!

"Charge!"

Liu Xingfei gripped his long knife, kicked off the ancient tree, bloomed with blood energy, and roared loudly, stepping on two zhang of true energy, looking down from a height...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three thunderclaps on flat ground!

The bowstring twanged, and the white mist exploded.

The rolling long wind pushed the fallen leaves on the ground into three lines, rushing straight into the forest.

The center of his brow was hit hard by a sledgehammer, and a thunder-like sound reached his ears.

Liu Xingfei was shocked to find the arrow in his eyes magnifying rapidly. By the time he reacted, it had already reached the center of his brow!

Can't dodge!

No,

Already hit!

Thoughts seemed connected but broken.

Sound and shadow were completely torn apart, bringing a strong dizziness that confused the five senses.

Liu Xingfei's eyes rolled back, his true energy collapsed, his long knife left his hand, and his head flew sideways, pulling his neck, nearly breaking it.

It wasn't just him.

Three arrows swung out.

The murderous intent and shadows that blocked the sky dissipated.

Successive figures bumped into their companions and flew backward!

The faster they jumped out, the more violently they flew back. The reverse-rolling gale fanned their companions' clothes, and their thoughts froze.

"Falling Star Arrow?"

Xu Zishuai recognized the arrow technique at a glance.

Swallowing his saliva.

Isn't this thing used to clear out cannon fodder?

The gale whistled, and the abyss wood flashed.

Liang Qu's arms kept stretching, his golden eyes burned, and the white mist exploded by the bowstring twanging surrounded his body.

Chishan's hooves stepped on the white mist, and the ground around it was scraped open by the fierce wind, revealing brown soil.

How many come.

Send how many!

Boom boom boom!

The figures flying backward crashed into big trees, plowed out gullies, and embedded themselves in rocks.

The forest surrounding the outpost became increasingly sparse under the ravages of the arrow wind, like a piece of land that had been roughly logged.

The three people who had exposed their heads first were already limp on the ground, motionless.

Seems like they're dead.

The Martial Artist in the outpost was startled and shouted in the thunder-like arrow sound.

"My lord, you must not kill! Killing will cancel the ranking!"

"I have a count!"

Liang Qu threw out an arrow while shooting.

The Martial Artist in the outpost caught it in a panic and looked closely.

The whole long arrow had no arrowhead at all; it was a rounded wooden block!

"What a sharp archery technique!"

"This..."

On Yulan Peak, the discussion never ceased, and there was a faint sign of clamor.

Those a realm lower, or even the same realm, couldn't even catch a single arrow!

The Department Magistrate and Department Assistant looked at each other.

The two had expected Liang Qu to win, but never expected him to win so easily and so cleanly!

Dealing with Wolf Smoke Martial Artists of the same realm was like scraping off a few blood-sucking lice that had been bothering him all day with an iron comb in the evening!

Like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves!

Xu Wanxing looked at the manager: "Are there no Sky Bridges among the plunderers?"

"According to the news, there should be two—one Huo family member and one lone cultivator from another prefecture!"

As soon as the words fell, the situation under the mountain changed slightly.

Bang!

Clang!

Two crisp sounds exploded one after another.

A sharp sword struggled to deflect the arrow that broke through the air.

The sharp airflow pulled a long bloodstain on the young man's face, and the arrow with unabated momentum fell into the ground, disappearing without a trace with a hiss.

The young man widened his eyes, his face showing horror, breathing heavily, his arm holding the sword numb, stiff, and a feeling of trembling spread throughout his body.

This... is this Wolf Smoke?

"Tianqiao?"

Liang Qu was slightly surprised, shook his wrist, and nocked three more arrows.

No change in moves.

Still the Falling Star Arrow, characterized by speed and density.

The young man's pupils dilated, his survival instinct exploded, he raised his hand to struggle, squeezing out the brute force in his bones and blood.

Clang!

Clang!

Bang!

On the fourth arrow, the long sword left his hand and hung upside down in the ground.

Another gully was plowed in the forest.

But it was precisely this Tianqiao expert's desperate resistance that created a great opportunity for battle!

A broad-backed, thick knife carried a biting gale, slashing down from top to bottom!

Another Tianqiao expert!

Everyone cast hopeful gazes.

Liang Qu squinted, held the bow in his left hand, grabbed the Fubo with his right, and struck horizontally. The black-gold long blade drew a cold, clear full moon in mid-air, intercepting first against the height difference!

The moment the two made contact.

The reflected morning light leaped on the blade and the spear edge at the same time, and a large pile of leaves that hadn't died yet were violently pulled off, withered, and trembled and rolled in the wind.

The silver light of the knife and spear was obscured, and there was only a clanging sound of collision, as if a tightly stretched silver thread had been snapped.

The brawny man's face changed suddenly.

Crack.

Spiderweb-like dense cracks spread across the blade in an instant.

No martial arts, no technique, pure strength, absolute strength, unrivaled strength!

Pressing down with one arm!

Bang!

The blade shattered, and the fragments shot out, reflecting the morning sun.

The brawny man's chest and shoulders were covered in blood, he took the remaining force, turned into a wooden stake, and was inserted straight into the ground.

Hiss!

Chishan took a staggering step, nearly unable to bear it.

Liang Qu let go in time, grabbed three more arrows, looked around, and found that except for someone, no one else was standing.

The leaves rotated and drifted down.

Chishan adjusted its position, flicked its long tail, and held its neck high.

Gazing into the distance.

Several Galloping Horse Martial Artists hiding in the tree canopy faced the golden eyes and fell to the ground on their butts.

Liang Qu grabbed the fish-loading leather bag.

"Want it?"

The Martial Artists shook their heads in a panic.