The black shadow can be said to be a mountain range or a demon's arm.

At the front of the mountain range, in the sky above Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's heads, there are five peaks, which look like five fingers.

The sword rain fell on the mountain, and smoke and dust were shattered, and the sound of rupture kept ringing.

The peaks sink more and more slowly until they finally stopped.

During the whole process, Xu Yourong did not look into the night sky, and seemed to be unwilling to care. Of course, it can also be understood as trust in Chen Changsheng.

She inserted the zhai sword into the grass beside her.

With a snarling sound, the grass emitted blue smoke, but it was not burnt, and its figure became more straight and full of vitality.

She untied a longbow made of paulownia wood from behind.

Tongmu is a bow, which is the tung bow on the list of hundreds of tools.

Only Nanke, Chen Changsheng, Qiushanjun, and Gou Hanshi knew that Xu Yourong's strongest method was not swordsmanship.

The Zhai Jian was found by Chen Changsheng from Zhouyuan and sent back to the Saint Maiden Peak.

The Great Light Sword was only integrated after she got the Zhai Sword.

Tong Gong was carried by her since she was a child.

On weekdays, no one can see this longbow.

It only appears when she needs it.

For example, at this time.

Xu Yourong took out an arrow and put it on the string.

This is Wu Arrow.

She looked calm and raised her bow.

The movement is very smooth and smooth, with a feeling of flowing clouds and water, and it is like the superposition of more than ten pictures, which is extremely clear.

The bowstring is pulled, gradually like the moon worshipped by the northern demons.

Her eyelashes didn't blink.

The wind blew.

The white sacrificial clothes are light and fluttering.

The black hair also floated up, parallel to the arrow.

The delicate fingers left the string.

Tong Gong made a sound of the piano.

It is said that paulownia wood is the best material for the piano, no wonder it is so beautiful.

The sound of the string echoes in the grassland.

Arrows, come before the sound.

Several miles away.

A blood appeared on the forehead of a demon cavalry.

The blood hole is very round and has smooth edges, which even makes people want to describe it in the word "sexy".

Then, Xu Yourong pulled the bow for the second time, the third time, the fourth time...

Her movements were always so stable, with a simple and clear beauty.

In a very short time, the arrow box became empty.

Thirty sycamore arrows left the strings of the tung bow and flew into the night, heading straight to the wolf rider several miles away.

The muffled groans kept ringing.

The blood flowers kept exploding.

The demon cavalry kept falling down.

The cry of fear was endless.

The wolf rider fled in all directions.

Thirty arrows can only bring about thirty deaths at most.

In theory, dispersing formations is the best choice.

Xu Yourong raised the tung bow again, although there were no arrows.

This time, she used it significantly longer than before.

Finally, she let go of the bowstring.

A little blood was dyed on the string, and it met the night wind, rubbed, and began to burn, giving birth to a golden flame.

Those arrows that penetrate the skulls of demon cavalry.

Those arrows that penetrate the body of the bloodthirsty giant wolf.

The sycamore arrows that brought death and then disappeared into the night... suddenly came back.

Thirty sycamore arrows dragged their fire tails and chased them towards the wolf riders scattered on the grassland, like burning firebirds and bright shooting stars.

Many years ago, in Zhouyuan, at the end of Muyu, Nanke experienced similar attacks.

After that night, Xu Yourong used this method for the first time.

How can those wolf riders avoid it?

Puff puff puff puff puff.

The sound of sycamore arrows piercing hard things kept ringing on the grassland.

The sycamore arrow with fire tail chased the wolf rider and drove away the night. Wherever he went, death was death.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sounds finally stopped.

The grassland under the night has returned to tranquility.

But it should be said to be dead silent.

Because this grassland has become a cemetery.

Count) There are dead bodies everywhere in the radius.

No one is immune to the demon cavalry or the bloodthirsty giant wolf.

The grassland reflects starlight, and it feels a bit wet.

It's not an empty mountain, but it's like after a new rain.

Those are not drizzle, but blood.

Xu Yourong inserted the tung bow into the ground.

The tung bow is very long, standing taller than hers, and it looks really like a harp.

In fact, it is not a piano, but a tree.

In an instant, countless branches grew from the tung bow, and countless green leaves formed, swaying gently with the night wind.

The fresh breath fell on her and Chen Changsheng like a waterfall, and on the earthen scent.

Tu Zi was peeking at her, shocked, and felt that her injuries improved at an unimaginable speed.

The green branches continued to grow and soon grew into a big tree.

This is a sycamore tree.

There is a Tong Palace Formation in this sycamore tree.

She pulled out the sword of the vegetarian sword, walked to Chen Changsheng, and looked at the mountain in the night sky.

"Wutong can hold on for eighty breaths, think about what else can I do."

Her temples were slightly wet, her expression was a little tired, and her eyes were still so calm, as if she had never done anything.

...

...

Suddenly a lonely sycamore tree appeared on the dark grassland.

The branches stretched out in thousands of swords, blocking the mountain in the night sky.

The Tong bow and Wu arrow are combined together to Wu Tong. The previous saint of Nanxizhai used his unimaginable wisdom and ability to inlaid the Tong Palace formation into the bow and arrow, which even more powerfully enhanced. Only such a magical weapon can resist the attacks of legendary figures like Yanzhishanren.

Of course, even this sycamore tree cannot last forever.

Countless thunder sounded on the grassland.

It was the sound of heavy peaks driving the ground, the sound of rocks and soil squeezing each other.

The people of Yanzhishan walked towards them.
To be continued...