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Chapter 1293 The power of the world is nine thousand years old and arrives 27

He said he would shoot the cold arrow. With Di Zhan's expression of surprise, Luo Bai pressed the machine board that had been placed on the windowsill of the carriage.

"Swoosh!"

The sharp arrow cut through the sky and flew towards the bandit leader's horse with the bone-eroding Leng Li.

Shoot the horse first.

As a leader, of course he has some skills, but

He didn't arrive first, but the other party did not shoot him first, but instead shot him on his mount.

The horse caught in the arrow neighed and fell to the ground, while the person on the seat was caught off guard and lost his balance and fell to the side. During the fall, the second sharp arrow that was like a poisoned one followed.

In the dust, someone screamed.

"leader!"

Luo Bai, who was a hundred steps away from the fallen leader, stared at the thick dust that was flying for a while, as if he had confirmed something, and then quickly moved the target.

One after another.

All the bandits who could be seen to have obvious leadership status were attacked by Luo Bai.

In fact, someone soon discovered that a large carriage was flying cold arrows at the back, and they were specially selected to shoot their leaders.

Of course the bandits fought back.

But the bandit had the strength but no archery skills. Moreover, the curtain of the carriage was made of, but after being straightened, it could not be shot.

It must be impossible to shoot. It was made of ice and snow silk silk from the Kingdom of Japan.

Ice and snow sharks, water and fire are not invaded, and ordinary swords and arrows are not invaded.

Japan only paid tribute four or five feet a year.

Di Zhan looked at Luo Bai's skillful movements and couldn't help but joke: "The archery technique of Qiansui is really unparalleled in the world."

Luo Bai glanced at him sideways, "I dare not say that in the world, but for those who block the supervising Taoism, they should shoot one by one accurately. Do you have to try it with your body?"

Di Zhan quickly raised his hands, as if surrendering, "No, no, I will not block the way of Master Qiansui, absolutely not."

Luo Bai withdrew his gaze slightly.

Even though there are many bandits, the loss of the leader and the small leader makes them lose their heads. However, leaders are always born in chaos, and soon someone shouted:

"Let's withdraw first!"

"Retreat, retreat first!"

......

Di Zhan looked at Luo Bai, "Catch him?"

Luo Bai sneered, "What are you chasing? Don't put the cart before the horse. And having one is enough."

Soon, Di Zhan understood what Luo Bai meant that "it was enough" that "it was enough" was meant.

The first leader who was shot off the horse by Luo Bai was not dead.

Although he was not dead, it was almost the same because his carotid artery had been cut.

The leader whose eyes were black-eyed with blood loss heard the sound of footsteps. He was lying on the ground now, and the blood gushing out of his neck kept wetting his collar, and the strong smell of blood wrapped him up.

The footsteps were neither slow nor slow, and they were very calm.

The leader stiffly turned his head.

I saw a pair of black boots wrapped in gold thread at the bottom of the boots. The black boots were decorated with gems on both sides and magnificent patterns and embroidered on the surface. The fabric was made of strange materials, and it actually felt like jade in the sun.

Di Zhan picked up the bandits lying on the ground with one hand.

The purpose is a face that is even more gorgeous than spring. The man's eyes have a faint smile that seems to be there, and the beautiful curvature of the ends of his eyes seems to be decorated with seductive color. As his eyes flow, there seems to be shimmering spring water floating.

Surprisingly beautiful.

The bandit who vented more than intake suddenly was stunned.

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