Chapter 69

At the same time as the Northern Liao scouts shot arrows, Fang Hedong had already risen, also bent his bow and set an arrow, the runes on the bow body lit up, and an arrow was like lightning, instantly piercing the chest of a Liao cavalryman!

As a Dao foundation cultivator, Fang Hedong's arrow was naturally not comparable to ordinary Liao tribe scouts. But after shooting an arrow, his Dao power fluctuated, and he had to catch his breath before shooting the second arrow.

During this breath, the Liao tribe scouts behind had already reacted, and three cavalrymen opened their bows at the same time, reflecting Fang Hedong.

Fang Hedong's reaction was also extremely fast, and he immediately lay down. Two sharp arrows whistled over the city wall. If Fang Hedong did not lie down, these two arrows would hit his head and chest respectively. The third arrow was much lower, shooting on the wall battlement, actually piercing the wall battlement!

Fortunately, the dock wall of Shayang Village was built very carefully, actually in a stepped shape, with a level behind the wall battlement, and a lower level behind that. Fang Hedong lay on the lowest level, just avoiding the arrow that pierced the wall.

After narrowly avoiding the three arrows, Fang Hedong got up again and shot another scout down.

This completely angered the Liao people, and more than a dozen cavalry began to move forward, approaching Shayang Village. When they counterattacked, they used heavy arrows, and one arrow pierced a foot-and-a-half-thick wall battlement from a hundred 333-meter units away. If they approached within fifty 333-meter units, the power of the heavy arrows would double, and even Fang Hedong, a Dao foundation cultivator, would not dare to take it hard.

Little Wei Yuan had been hiding and not firing. Fang Hedong told Little Wei Yuan to endure before he acted, waiting for the Liao people to approach before acting. Previously, Liao cavalry had come to Shayang Village several times, and they should think that there was only one cultivator, Fang Hedong, in the village, and suppression was not a problem.

Perhaps angered by the death of two companions, the Liao cavalry approached within thirty 333-meter units. As long as Fang Hedong dared to show his head, a few arrows whistled over, pressing him so he could not lift his head.

At this time, Little Wei Yuan rose, threw a short gun! The short gun flew like lightning, and as soon as it left his hand, it appeared in front of the Liao cavalryman. The Liao cavalryman had not had time to react, and the short gun had already pierced through his body, and then the wounds on the Liao cavalryman's chest and back exploded at the same time, and there was an extra blood hole on his body.

Little Wei Yuan used Dao power to stimulate the iron box, and short guns kept popping out of the box. Little Wei Yuan grabbed the gun in the air and threw it, all in one go, and in the blink of an eye, he shot seven or eight scouts off their horses.

The Liao tribe's reaction was also extremely fast. In the sharp whistling sound, a few heavy arrows shot toward Little Wei Yuan, pointing directly at the vital points, with excellent accuracy. Little Wei Yuan threw a short gun to kill another cavalryman before dodging. However, the speed of the heavy arrows was faster than Little Wei Yuan's prediction, and one arrow grazed his body, directly tearing open his shoulder armor, and the lining armor and magic clothes inside were also torn open layer by layer, finally leaving a thin scratch on his crystalline skin.

The power of this arrow was already equivalent to a Dao foundation magic treasure, and even the strike that pierced Little Wei Yuan's body by Xu Du that year was slightly inferior.

Little Wei Yuan immediately stared at the knight who shot the arrow, threw two short guns, but they were all dodged. That Liao cavalryman was like growing on the horse, rolling and moving on the horse's back as he wished. However, just as the Liao cavalryman rolled up from the side of the horse, he saw three groups of water-blue light flying over one after another!

The first group of light fell on the warhorse, exploded, and shot out dozens of sharp water blades, instantly covering the warhorse with wounds, and even the knight had a few more wounds. The two groups of water-blue light followed one after another! The knight was injured and had no strength to dodge, and together with the warhorse under him, he was instantly submerged by countless water blades.

The warhorse rushed forward as if startled, ran out for a hundred zhang, and suddenly fell to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood behind. The knight on the horse's back was thrown out, rolled a few times after landing, and lay on his back motionless, with a large area of blood spreading under him.

The remaining scouts suddenly shouted loudly, one cavalryman turned and fled, but the others rushed toward Shayang Village like crazy. One of them stepped into a pit on the ground, and the horse's front leg instantly broke. The knight on the horse's back was thrown out and turned a somersault in the air, actually landing steadily, and then he did not escape at all, pulled out his saber and shouted as he rushed toward the wall head. When he was a few 333-meter units away from the wall head, he jumped up and flew toward Wei Yuan.

A twelve-foot-long spear was like a dragon from outside the sky, breaking through the air and nailing the Liao cavalryman in the air.

The Liao cavalryman looked around with difficulty, and saw that all his companions had fallen into a pool of blood, and he was the last one. He called out in his mouth, but only spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, and could not say a word.

Little Wei Yuan flicked his long spear and threw the knight outside the city.

Most of the scouts who rushed at the end were killed by Little Wei Yuan's short guns, and two were shot by Fang Hedong. Another one also climbed onto the city wall and was finally beheaded by Fang Hedong. So far, except for the one who escaped, this team of Liao tribe scouts was wiped out.

It takes a long time to tell, but in fact, the battle process was extremely short, and in the blink of an eye, a team of Liao cavalry was wiped out. Fang Hedong held the wall battlement, panting heavily, sweating like rain. The continuous powerful explosion made his Dao power almost dry up, and he was a bit exhausted. Little Wei Yuan's whole body Dao power was surging, and he could not calm down for a long time.

After catching his breath slightly, Fang Hedong said to Little Wei Yuan: "The one you killed with Dao magic just now should be a captain with a rank. According to Liao tradition, if the captain dies in battle without killing all the enemies, the whole team will be executed. So these Liao people went crazy. The one who escaped just now should be going back to report, and then he will commit suicide."

Little Wei Yuan had also heard of this tradition, but only after truly encountering the desperate charge of the Liao people on the battlefield did he truly feel that kind of pressure.

Although the Liao cavalry captain had not yet achieved a Dao foundation, he was equivalent to body forging completion. Liao people's body forging is different from humans. Liao people are born with strong physical bodies, and when forging their bodies, they do not need to forge flesh, blood, bones, and spirit one by one like humans, but forge them at the same time until the physical body is completed. In this way, Liao people have some magic power in the early stage of body forging, although weak, they can also drive one or two low-level magic treasures.

This Liao cavalry captain's physical body was extremely strong. Little Wei Yuan attacked continuously to force him to dodge, seized the opportunity, and used three water blade arts to solve the opponent. This captain's physical body strength was comparable to many disciples of the immortal sect who were about to forge their bodies to completion, and many Dao foundation cultivators of small sects were not as good as him.

Little Wei Yuan's three water blade arts were different from ordinary water blade arts. When he was fighting with the Zhigu sect, a disciple threw a water blade art at Little Wei Yuan. That water blade art had seven or eight blades, while Little Wei Yuan's water blade art at this moment had seventy or eighty blades. The ordinary Dao foundation of small sects could not even take one of Little Wei Yuan's water blade arts.

Agula was just an ordinary tribe of Northern Liao, and this team of scouts was just the most ordinary small team among the one hundred thousand soldiers who controlled the bow. But the captain of such a small team already had combat power close to that of an entry-level disciple of the immortal sect, and the scouts in the team were all equivalent to human Blood Merging half-completed.

The Liao tribe is good at riding and shooting, and the craft of preparing bows and arrows is even better than that of humans. Every cavalryman will be equipped with a variety of arrows. For example, when they sneaked in at first, they used light arrows, which were fast and silent. Later, when they attacked strongly, they changed to heavy arrows, which were destructive and powerful. Besides that, there were armor-piercing arrows, magic-breaking arrows, gale arrows, etc.

In the battle just now, Little Wei Yuan had already discovered that a dozen ordinary Northern Liao scouts could suppress ordinary human Dao foundation cultivators. It is no wonder that in ancient times, humans were enslaved for a full twenty thousand years.

(End of chapter)