Lu Qi suddenly blew a sharp whistle!
Instantly, the fifty or so people present moved in unison. Luo Jiujiang yanked Xie Chuncan up and threw him high into a nearby tree. He then leaped up and used his shoulder as a footstool for Xie Chuncan. Xie Chuncan used the momentum to stomp hard on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder, then rolled over and found his footing on the treetop.
The crowd rushed over like a dense net. Luo Jiujiang held his sword in mid-air, and Xie Chuncan drew his bow without waiting for his footing.
The best archers should stay at the top of the tree where it is most stable, but Luo Jiujiang is content to return to the ground.
The two of them cooperate with each other and complement each other. Luo Jiujiang will kill all opponents who want to get close to the frost tree where Xie Chuncan lives, and Xie Chuncan will eliminate all monks who pose a threat to Luo Jiujiang, and will not leave a single one escape.
A dazzling spell, nearly blinding, was imminent, and the gleaming, cold blades of the swords were almost touching the hem of Luo Jiujiang's clothes. Almost simultaneously, a rain of arrows rained down from the trees, and Luo Jiujiang's steady, iron-like blade met the first attack, heading straight for his left shoulder, slashing with all his might from left to right.
"One slash will destroy the Wind Pavilion!"
The boundless darkness, with its overwhelming momentum, engulfed everyone around Luo Jiujiang in the blade's light. Because of the wide-open opening during the push and pull, this initial moment was bound to be the most thrilling and difficult, yet Luo Jiujiang didn't show a single ounce of fear.
After a moment, the sharp and swift knife light dissipated, and the first thing that spurted out was an ominous dark red blood light.
Luo Jiujiang's clothes were torn, and there were several bleeding holes on his body. He pursed his lips tightly, but blood flowed intermittently from the corners of his lips. Now, in the previous attack, he had forcibly resisted these masters of the fourth and fifth levels of the foundation building with his cultivation level of the first level. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured. The people who were besieging him in front of him also had ugly expressions on their faces.
The scene was eerily quiet for a moment.
In just a breath, Luo Jiujiang took a step back. Before he could lean his back against the rough tree trunk, a circle of red lines appeared on the arms and legs of the seven or eight people who besieged Luo Jiujiang, and then they fell down with a snap and rolled not far away.
The scene was so neat that it was almost horrifying, not to mention that one person lost his head on the spot.
Xie Chuncan secretly praised him, and naturally would not let go of such a godsend opportunity. He twisted the arrow and drew his bow, three feathered arrows lined up on the bowstring, and the moment he let go, he determined the end of three lives.
Kill him while he is weak, this is the old rule in the dead world, and Xie Chuncan is really familiar with it.
"Jiujiang, hold on. I'll raid the enemy lines." Xie Chuncan shouted from the treetops. He did this because, seeing Luo Jiujiang had been severely injured in their initial fight, he feared he might lose heart. He also wanted to share the pressure with him. After all, while there weren't many smart people in the world, there were plenty of fools who could easily divert attention with a single word.
As expected, before Xie Chuncan could even finish his words, someone switched their target from Luo Jiujiang to Xie Chuncan, clearly wary of this condescending archer. However, Xie Chuncan was a man who had lived in the treetops for years. If he couldn't even take this kind of precaution and self-defense, he probably wouldn't be alive today.
Seeing a slightly loose opening, Luo Jiujiang and Xie Chuncan both leaped out of the encirclement—but Xie Chuncan vaulted over the treetops, while Luo Jiujiang endured two streams of crimson fire, leaving him half-broken. Xie Chuncan frowned, fired five arrows in rapid succession, forcing back Luo Jiujiang's pursuers, and then clung to the tree trunk, preparing to slide down, hoping to pull Luo Jiujiang up.
Everyone present had the foundation-building cultivation level, and he was afraid that Luo Jiujiang could not withstand it.
Having seen many twists and turns in the woods before, Luo Jiujiang anticipated Xie Chuncan's next move with a single glance. His mind raced, but he didn't try to stop him. He timed Xie Chuncan's leap perfectly, gathering his spiritual energy and suppressing a powerful sonic strike from the tip of his tongue. In the blink of an eye, sonic waves emanated like swords, fanning out like a demonic sound. Luo Jiujiang seized the opportunity to grab Xie Chuncan's hand and, with him, they climbed back up the tree.
"Hold on," Xie Chuncan said gravely. He carried Luo Jiujiang and leaped quickly between the treetops, with countless magic shooting at his heels. "Even that crazy Feng Xue praised me as 'the lucky wing of archers since ancient times'. It means that with an excellent archer like me, luck can be even more powerful than a tiger with wings. Let's hold on a little longer, and there will definitely be a turnaround."
"Although Brother Xie swore so solemnly," Luo Jiujiang sighed, spun the long sword in his hand, and then retracted it with a puff of blood. "But from my understanding of Sister Xue, I always feel that she doesn't mean that... I have a bad feeling."
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