There are less than two minutes left.

The snow was still falling, and the footsteps of the Noxians quietly broke through the last 150 yards in the endless rain of arrows. The cruel faces of the injured men, holding their arms and dragging their lame legs, were charging wildly.

is already clearly visible.

And the Demacians retreated like a tortoise.

At this speed, it might take less than two minutes. We still underestimated the cruelty and decisiveness of the Noxians.

Ai Xi took a deep breath, then put the hand on the quiver and drew the arrow again quickly and firmly in the next moment.

Her hands still did not tremble at all due to any fear or excessive shooting. She steadily placed the arrow filled with ice power on the bowstring and pulled the string steadily.

Aim and shoot.

"Buzz——"

"Plop--" The Noxian who was charging forward fell in response.

Ashe drew her arrow again and shot.

Draw an arrow and shoot.

Draw an arrow...

Ai Xi's pupils shrank instantly, and her hand froze on the quiver at that moment, because the touch of her hand told her that there were less than thirty arrows left in the quiver.

But the Noxians were still coming in a steady stream, and they had already crossed the 100-yard limit.

In twenty seconds at most, these men's long knives could roar towards their heads.

Unable to retreat, Ai Xi's hand was only frozen for a short second. More than ten years of bleeding life taught her the simplest and most profound truth.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

The next moment she drew an arrow again, but this time she no longer drew three as before, but took out one arrow again.

On the one hand, she considered that her arrow vector was completely insufficient. On the other hand, she had also noticed that the fastest Noxians were all the elites of the Noxian army. Nok

Many of the members of the SARS assassination team were able to dodge their own attacks through excellent consciousness and physical reactions. Even if they were hit by arrows, at most they would only be injured in their arms or other unimportant parts.

Once these beasts, which have only damaged their fur and no bones at all, charge forward and get close to you, you will have no room for maneuver.

The most important thing now is to get rid of those most likely to cause harm to yourself first.

These thoughts flashed through Ai Xi's mind. As she nocked the arrow and pulled the string again, she ordered in a low voice: "Everyone shoot level and snipe. Leave it to me within fifty yards."

At the moment when the order was given, she turned her head and took aim. Her eyes that were so calm as death were looking coldly ahead. Her ice blue pupils were locked on Nok, who was the first to cross fifty yards.

SARS assassination team.

She slightly raised the angle of her hand to a very small angle, and pointed the cold arrow accurately at the opponent's forehead.

The wind blows, the sound of the bow strings is like the sound of a piano, and the long arrows are like shooting stars.

This arrow pierced the man's head with an absolutely unavoidable gesture. The huge momentum hidden in the seemingly ordinary arrow blew off the man's entire skull.

stand up.

Flesh and blood were scattered all over the floor along with brain matter, and the air was filled with the harsh and unforgettable sound of tearing.

Ai Xi pursed her lips, without even looking at the person who was destined to die. She stretched her hand back again, and her ice blue pupils simultaneously searched for the forehead of the next person to die.

At that moment, the cruelty radiating from her ice-blue pupils combined with the slightly pursed corners of her mouth made her look like an eagle hovering high on the top of the snow-capped mountains, ready to pounce down at any time.

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No one could break through the distance of fifty yards. Although there were enough Noxians and they were brave enough not to fear death, Ashe's bow and arrow told them what the farthest distance in the world was.

Anyone who dared to cross fifty yards would be shot through the head by roaring bows and arrows, while those who broke through a hundred yards would be unable to move even an inch under the direct fire of the Avarosans.

The speed of the Noxian's charge was curbed, and time passed by minute by second, finally approaching the five-minute limit.

However, the most terrible crisis finally broke out.

They, Ashe and her hundred-man guard are out of bows and arrows.

Those Noxians who were struggling under the rain of arrows were stunned for a moment, as if someone whose neck had been strangled was given a chance to breathe again. They subconsciously glanced at the sky, and there was nothing but snowflakes.

Arrows rained.

They finally made it to this moment. In fact, they didn't even pay attention to Ai Xi and his group of more than a hundred people at first. It wasn't until the first wave of arrows came down that they realized the terror of Ai Xi and the others. But

They still charged, but Ashe and the others were short of personnel and supplies.

Now, the terrifying arrow rain has finally stopped, and even the tough Noxians can't help but let out a sigh of relief. After all, only those who have personally faced the boundless arrow rain can feel what kind of force it is.

What despair.

At the next moment, these finally unstoppable Noxians once again roared out of their barbaric pace. The members of the Noxian assassination team no longer deliberately avoided possible bows and arrows, and let go of their speed.

As they started running, the fastest one had already closed the distance to fifteen yards in an instant.

Fifteen yards away, Ashe still didn't move. She looked at the Noxian whose originally dead eyes finally had a trace of bloodthirsty, and drew out her last arrow.

Nocking the arrow, pulling the string, and aiming. Her hands were still as steady as a mountain.

The moment he drew his bow, the Noxian had already broken through to within ten yards.

Just a little bit away, his two-yard long two-handed sword could easily cut off the woman who had been standing here with the damn cold arrows. He hated this woman because she at least took away the life he usually had.

The lives of three good brothers, but what he hated most was the look in this woman's eyes.

That kind of calmness, that kind of damn calmness without a trace of fear, don't you think dying is a terrible thing? Why are you not afraid?

The Noxian almost shouted these words and rushed forward, his sword already raised high.

The boundless killing intent brought by the sharp blade even cut open Ai Xi's delicate face. There was a small wound between her eyebrows. A drop of blood oozed from the wound, which then quickly froze into ice in the cold wind and solidified.

On Ai Xi's forehead, it was like a scarlet cinnabar mole.

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I was browsing the book review section today and saw a great person who said that his first book with 30,000 words was collected by A in 24 hours, and his second book was collected by 3,000 words in 24 hours.

Looking at myself again, I have 400,000 words. In the past six months, I have collected 700 of them, and there is no A sign.
Chapter completed!