As Murong Ping drew three arrows, preparing to fire them in a three-arrow combo at Liu Wei, the vanguard of one hundred Wuhuan cavalrymen was already about ten paces away from the eighteen riders of Yanyun!

Liu Wei could already see the faces of the Wuhuan cavalrymen opposite him, and the white hairs in their nostrils!

The Wuhuan cavalry also saw that the masked faces of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun revealed only chilling eyes.

kill!

The crescent-shaped scimitar flashed with cold light, flowing like mercury towards the vital points of the Wuhuan people.

The Wuhuan cavalry, brandishing their maces, ring-pommel swords, and iron axes, charged forward to meet them.

Blood splattered, and screams filled the air!

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, known as the nemesis of foreign tribes, operated in the desert north of Youyan.

Their formidable reputation caused their contemporary Turkic peoples to avoid their advance and flee at the mere sight of them.

The eighteen riders of Yanyun pursued two to three thousand Turkic cavalry for over a thousand miles without suffering any casualties.

When Liu Wei summoned them, he led eighteen riders to slaughter three thousand Xiongnu cavalrymen in the large city of the Southern Xiongnu stronghold west of Guluo City, leaving no one alive and causing rivers of blood to flow.

Therefore, the hundred Wuhuan cavalrymen in front of them were no match for the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun!

As the two sides clashed and intersected, blood gushed out, heads flew into the air, and one by one, Wuhuan cavalrymen were cleaved off their horses.

at the same time.

Murong Ping had sharp eyes and immediately recognized that Liu Wei was Yuan Shao's target for elimination.

Liu Wei's attire was unique; he rode a chestnut horse and wore a red robe, making him stand out among the group of people dressed in black.

So flamboyant and dazzling, who else could it be but a big shot?

Murong Ping knew that if he could shoot this man off his horse, he would win the battle and receive a reward of five to ten thousand.

So, disregarding the fact that his companions were falling one after another, he attacked Liu Wei again without hesitation!

With a thought, three cold glints shot out from behind the Wuhuan cavalry, weaving through the gaps in the crowd, one after another, heading straight for Liu Wei's face.

All I can say is that this Wuhuan archer was incredibly skilled, wielding a bow and arrow with such mastery.

Ever since Liu Wei dodged Murong Ping's arrow and learned that the enemy had a sharpshooter, he had been extra cautious.

Keep your eyes open in all directions and your ears attentive to everything!

As he rode, he saw a man behind the Wuhuan cavalry rushing towards him, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, and he knew something was wrong.

This sharpshooter's target must be him!

Therefore, Liu Wei pushed the secret techniques he had been practicing to their limit, and a magical power filled his entire body.

Liu Wei's clothes suddenly swelled up like an inflated balloon; his hair moved on its own even without wind.

Suddenly, he felt that the world had become completely silent in an instant.

The fighting on the battlefield, the mournful cries of warhorses, the screams of enemies, and the clanging of metal all suddenly fell silent, as if the music had been turned off.

Liu Wei could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

Knock knock knock!

Immediately afterwards, everything around seemed to slow down, becoming incredibly slow.

Liu Wei saw Yan Da wielding his crescent-shaped blade, slowly slicing towards the neck of the Wuhuan cavalryman, a spurt of blood gradually growing larger.

Just then, Liu Wei heard the sound of wind breaking.

Three arrows came into view, one after the other, forming a straight line.

However, in Liu Wei's eyes, the speed of these three arrows was far too slow, like a butterfly with its wings covered in morning dew, flapping its wings open and close.

Could it be that the martial arts manual Yao Guangxiao gave him, besides strengthening the body, increasing strength, and prolonging sexual intercourse, also contained such profound secrets that could elevate Liu Wei's eyesight to another level?

Even arrows flying at high speeds appeared to Liu Wei like butterflies.

Liu Wei immediately reached out and grabbed the first two arrows as easily as taking something from a bag, while he simply opened his mouth and bit the third arrow.

Whoosh!

After Liu Wei took down the three arrows, the surrounding environment immediately changed and returned to normal speed!

Yan Da's crescent-shaped scimitar had already been swung towards another Wuhuan cavalryman.

The head of that Wuhuan cavalryman had just been sent flying into the air, spurting out a jet of blood that was a full ten feet high.

Screams, sounds of fighting, and the neighing of warhorses all came at the same time.

What!

Murong Ping was completely stunned and stood there dumbfounded!

He believed that his three-arrow combo was unbreakable in the world.

But to my surprise, they broke through it so easily!

Moreover, one arrow was even caught by someone's mouth, leaving Murong Ping questioning his existence.

"Is he even human? He's practically a god of the Red Mountain!"

The Wuhuan people revered ghosts and gods, and worshipped heaven and earth, the sun and moon, stars, mountains and rivers, as well as deceased famous figures.

They believed that after death, people would be buried in Chishan (the southern part of the Greater Khingan Mountains), and that the soul of the dead would return to this mountain and be under the jurisdiction of the Chishan God.

Murong Ping regarded Liu Wei, who caught his three arrows in succession, as their mountain god, which shows how shocked he was by Liu Wei breaking his archery skills.

Pooh!

A salty taste traveled from the arrow shaft to his tongue, and Liu Wei quickly spat out the arrow from his mouth!

He pretended to be cool by biting the arrow with his mouth, but who knows how many times he touched that arrow with his hands that were scratching his feet or grabbing his crotch.

Who knows what strange stuff got on the arrow shaft!

Then, he immediately spurred his warhorse, brandished his sword, and charged towards the stunned Murong Ping with the speed of a whirlwind.

The hundred Wuhuan cavalrymen had already been riddled with holes by the seventeen Yan Yun riders, and were completely unstoppable.

Liu Wei rushed to the back and stood directly in front of Murong Ping, who was holding a large bow and looking bewildered.

"Hey!"

Liu Wei let out a loud shout, slashing horizontally with the force of a thousand pounds and the momentum of thunder!

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