Which is faster, arrows or bullets? If you are a general person with common sense, you should know that it is a bullet.

But this is not a normal world, and it cannot be judged by common sense in the normal world. As long as you give enough strength, even if you have a good bowstring, the arrow can reach extremely fast speed.

Not only the soldiers were shooting the bow, but several deputy generals who looked as strong as iron towers also let go of the bowstrings, and the huge arrows they shot rushed to the front.

I can't describe this feeling, not only the threat brought by the bow and arrow, but also the explosion of the soul power attached to the arrow, and the collision of the soul.

At that moment, the leather armor of the close-fitting demon hunter given to me by Ada instantly played a role. Under the influence of my powerful soul power, a powerful soul shield formed around my body to block this impact.

The sharp bow and arrow burst at a burst speed of unprecedented calmness. Under the influence of the wind formation pattern, the naked eye could hardly see what was going on. The cloak I grabbed in my hand had been quickly tightened into a black rope. It was the effect of my rapid swing and twisting the cloak.

Then, I threw the rope out and put it on the bridge railing. I rotated a few times and tied it steadily. I jumped down from the bridge, but with the agility given by the wind formation pattern, I grabbed the rope formed by the cloak at the moment of jumping down.

My body swayed in the air for a while, and the rope formed by the cloak suddenly underwent such pressure. Although it was twisted and made a sound of the fabric breaking, it did not affect me. I used the power of swaying back to grab the edge of the bridge with my bare hands, and then I pushed up and pressed against the bottom of the bridge.

At this moment, I also opened the force array pattern. When I was pressed under the bridge, I swung a punch and easily broke a hole the size of a fist on the stone bridge, and grabbed it steadily and stabilized my body.

With the acceleration of the Wind Array Pattern, this was just a momentary thing. Even I couldn't figure out my own speed. In one second or two seconds, I had already completed all this.

I let out a long breath, and at this moment I heard the sound of arrows passing by where I just landed, like a huge swarm of bees.

I was calculating the time in my mind, but I heard the group of soldiers who were silent and calm like rocks, panicked and panicked. In such a wind, there was also panting. Obviously, everyone was shocked and at the same time, their breath was unstable. I could understand it very well. With their strength, they could not catch my speed at all. At most, they could see me flashing by and jumping into the bridge?

And in the eyes of most people, I should have disappeared alive.

Such a strange thing only made them breathe a few times, which shows how strong the Qinglong Army stationed on 10th Street is in the psychological quality!

I don't think it's a funny joke to tease a group of troops like this. The same method can only be used once! I know that I have to break through this long bridge in a limited time, otherwise the next time, these soldiers with extremely strong psychological qualities will shoot in advance in advance and block my road in advance.

"Draw the bow!" The general's voice came coldly. What the soldiers couldn't see through did not mean that the general could not see through. He should know that I was hiding under the bridge in an instant and avoided this overwhelming shooting that seemed to be dead. I was not dead, so I naturally wanted to continue the attack.

This surprised me. I was able to see through the speed with such blessings. This general is not an ordinary monster. I don’t know how many times stronger the troops I met with Tong Emperor before.

Thoughts just flashed in my mind, just like opportunities often flashed in one flash.

Arrowing, pulling strings, and opening the bow may only take two or three seconds for these elite soldiers, but for me, this is the only opportunity to counterattack. The moment the general opened his mouth, I had already let go of the small hole I grabbed, and my body shook hard, and my whole body jumped high from the bridge deck.

The cloak finally couldn't bear this rapid force, and it broke and broke. At this moment, my body finally jumped up with this force, turned around and turned back to the bridge deck.

At this time, most soldiers had raised their bows and arrows.

How can I give you this opportunity? Before I landed, the long sword that had accumulated strength for too long was finally swung out by me. It was already its limit. I infused enough soul power, and it was compressed layer by layer, and it was almost at the point where the runes on the long sword were shattered. Finally, using this sword, I vented this power happily and freely.

And this originally surging power, after being specially strengthened by the demon hunter's weapon, was condensed to the extreme, like a huge crescent moon, shattering the wind and rushing straight towards the troops on the other end of the bridge.

The wonderful buzzing sound is the sound of the long sword breaking through the wind, and the long sound of the long sword trembling rapidly.

Just like the cliff-like 10th Street, at least hundreds of soldiers stood at the front of the "bridgehead", all of which were covered by this force. I can even find that this force can impact the soldiers behind them.

"Soul power defense." The outstanding general roared loudly. At the same time, he pulled his horse's hooves high, and a powerful soul power immediately wrapped around him and his mount, but it was too late to retreat.

The most intense collision is often instantaneous, and it starts to collapse silently, just like the moment when a nuclear bomb rises, there are always a series of collapses before the deafening explosion sounds.

Most of the soldiers standing in front fell silently, and more than a dozen bodies almost unconsciously fell towards the cliff below, while the rest fell to the back, and only a few people could stand, but at the moment when the soul was hit, where could they have the ability to shoot arrows?

Only the generals in front of him broke this attack, barely blocking the impact of the soul power.

Who could have expected that such a powerful army would be hit like this in just a few breaths? At this moment, I had just landed on the ground and felt the sense of solidity of stepping on the ground. This was the first time I had experienced the absolute upper power, which had reached a certain level, on the troops and on the impact of thousands of troops.

I lifted my sword without hesitation and rushed towards the "bridgehead". With the blessing of the wind formation pattern, I turned into wind. As long as I had a short breathing time, I could break through.

When I rushed to the bridge, I was greeted by a thick long sword. When I raised my hand, the long sword in my hand collided with the long sword, and the fierce collision brought about a series of sparks.

I did not retreat, but the general riding a horse, with his people and horses, rushed back several steps by the impact. The tall and strong horse made a painful neigh, and several strands of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. The impact force just now also endured a lot.

"Seven formations in front, block him! Each three teams in the rear prepare for the third, fourth and fifth magic. Notify the general and go to 11st Street." After the horse spewed out blood, the general also spit out a mouthful of blood, but he did not breathe at all, but shouted in a special way, and the voice spread across the front of 10th Street like thunder.

Even though it is an enemy, I also admire this general a little. At least in the war, no matter what his position is, every command and every decision he makes is correct. The most important thing is that he does not wince or fear, and has been sticking to his responsibilities.

My time is very tight. Once the battle begins, the news will also begin to spread. The worst thing is that it reaches Qinglong City below. What will be waiting for me at that time will be? That will affect my smoothly taking away Xinyi.

Now, I have to kill 11st Street as fast as possible, otherwise when the news reaches 11st Street, it will greatly hinder my pace. The more time I have to prepare for the enemy, the more unfavorable it will be for me.

But so, I couldn't help but give the thumbs up to the general and said simply: "You are very good, but unfortunately we are enemies, and you will die."

A hint of panic and sadness finally appeared in his eyes, but it quickly stabilized. What followed was the hardness of the soldier. Silently, he raised his sword at me, clamped his legs and rushed towards me, as if he wanted to give himself the courage to sprint. He shouted: "You can't win, you don't know how powerful you will face in the future. Going up, it's the twelve level of the sacred."

This sentence is like the most exciting encouragement on the battlefield, especially when it comes to the Holy Twelve Level, the messy troops that were impacted before have quickly gathered together and quickly gathered towards me with deafening roars.

I am like a small boat in the vast ocean, but I also have my beliefs. How can I fall down in such a place? Being impacted by such a wave?

I raised my long sword and rushed towards the general who rode towards me.

Fighting is never a bloody thing in your imagination, but a bloody burden. When figures fall down in front of your eyes, when the pungent smell of blood fills your nose, a sense of sadness will rise from the bottom of your heart.

Because that is life, any life deserves respect, but they are so fragile.

I want to protect the responsibility of the demon hunter, because behind this responsibility is the life I want to protect, so I have to kill. And the demons falling in front of me, I believe that they also have their own beliefs, and when they collide, they can only be ruthless.

Therefore, I want to give myself infinite faith and courage in this sadness, and I cannot retreat.

The blood was spreading, the horse neighed sadly, and the general on the horse's back, its owner had fallen from its back and turned into a silent corpse. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore. It was a harvest site for life, and there were groups of demons ahead.

The powerful aura is constantly gathering. Is it the third, fourth and fifth magic?

A tall figure, like a moving stone tablet, appeared at the commanding height of 10th Street, 3 meters high, right? What kind of demon is that? I wiped the blood from my face and looked at him silently.
Chapter completed!