Yan Guang, who fell out and rolled into the mud with Lu Songping, didn't know either, but there was no fear or hesitation on his face.
"We are not to be feared by supernatural powers! Soldiers, follow me and defeat them with force! Kill them without a single piece of armor left!"
After saying that, he pulled out the goose-feather knife that was stuck in the rubble and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Lu Songping.
"What's the rush?! You haven't even seen the other person's situation clearly..."
"What are you looking at him for?! If you're afraid of death, get out of my way! Look at your Grandpa Yan, I'm going to beat him until he cries for his parents and reveals his true form immediately!"
If Yanchi Garrison was not the closest camp, he really didn't want to provoke the Yan family.
Lu Songping had helplessness on his face, and he felt as if he was not holding a natural general, but a wild boar in the mountains preparing for winter.
Seeing that he was about to lose the ability to hold the other party back, he could only speak hurriedly.
"In the current situation, it's difficult for you and me to get close, so don't force an attack! As long as we surround him and waste time, we will definitely have a chance of winning."
Is there really a chance of winning? Lu Songping didn't think so.
Before coming here, he had already deduced the worst possible scenario and even resorted to Zong Hao's move. However, the current situation was still far beyond his expectations.
He suddenly remembered the previous incident in Seqiu and the scene described by the soldiers who rescued His Majesty. Four words: heaven is falling and the earth is splitting.
At that time, he could not imagine what it meant to have the sky fall and the earth split. He just felt that those soldiers were still inexperienced and their words were inappropriate.
Now he understands.
Floating clouds obscured the moon, casting a huge shadow in front of the mountain. The dark figure of the person walking out of the mountain blurred with the surrounding outlines, like a ghost without substance.
"You're very clever. This time, you deliberately picked some useless people to come in and investigate. Knowing that my body has already made a contract with me, you joined forces with the descendants of the Qu family to deal with me. Unfortunately, you are only mortal after all. Gambling your life is like an ant trying to shake a tree."
The wind tore a hole in the clouds, and the moonlight suddenly appeared, illuminating the speaker's face which was like a dead tree.
It turned out that this was the true appearance of the thing that had attacked him in the darkness.
Lu Songping didn't say anything, but for a moment his eyes glanced at the dark depths of the jungle behind him where no sunlight could be seen.
The next moment, the skeleton-like body made a hollow sound.
"You're wasting time."
The invisible force gathered again, and it did not stop after crushing the surrounding bushes. The sweeping wind blades also rolled up the rocks on the mountain and the sand on the ground, and a whirlwind rose at the foot of the dark mountain, rising up like a wolf smoke.
"Again!" Yan Guang raised his arm to block the flying debris. "Lu Songping, did you see clearly? What should we do now?!"
Lu Songping had no time to explain, his eyes were fixed on the chaotic battle situation.
His chance of avoiding the ever-changing evil wind was only one in ten million, and he had to seize it.
Since I can't get close, I'll think of other ways.
He suddenly flipped over and jumped up next to a tall yellow pine tree behind him, his left hand reaching deep into the tree canopy. When he landed again, he had a longbow and three cloud-stepping arrows in his hand.
The arrow fell from the string, his eyes locked on the figure wrapped in the wind blade, and he quickly shot the first arrow.
The silver-white arrow flew out in the moonlight, drawing a long thin line in the darkness, but was quickly cut off by the wind blade.
Lu Songping's men did not stop and drew their bows again.
The swordsman on the stone wall not far away had already noticed his intention, and flew down and rushed towards him, but came into close combat with the old man in brown clothes who had been keeping his weapon still.
The second Cloud-Stepping Arrow flew out, and this time it almost penetrated the invisible wind wall before being shot down at the last moment.
The strong wind around him seemed to be slowly weakening. Lu Songping gathered his energy and concentrated his mind, focusing all his five senses on this last arrow.
The arrow flew out and drilled into the wind curtain like a silver snake.
The next moment, the purple-robed swordsman's sharp blade attacked from the side.
Yan Zi actually took a blow from Zong Hao just to get close enough to take his life.
Lu Songping was not well prepared and could only twist his body and hide in the opponent's blind spot, hoping to get a chance to catch his breath before drawing his sword and counterattacking.
However, he was shocked to see that the sword of movement moved around the opponent's right wrist, passed over the shoulder blade, and fell into his left hand like a stream of light.
At this moment, he finally understood why the short swordsman next to Xiao Nanhui died.
With such high attainments in swordsmanship, he can still use a two-handed sword without distinguishing between left and right.
He was careless.
"I got you."
The young swordsman's bloody smiling face was half revealed behind his neck. With a faint excitement, the blade in his hand kept moving towards the back of Lu Songping's neck.
At the critical moment, a slow voice sounded out of nowhere.
"Junior brother, get up."
The sound was so slow, yet it seemed to reach the ears of everyone present in a short instant.
Lu Songping didn't react, but Zong Hao's figure subconsciously paused a few steps away, and then a black shadow flew past their noses.
Lu Songping was born in the underworld and had witnessed many vicious methods in his early years. Those assassins who took people's lives for money sometimes came up with some hidden weapons that were hard to guard against.
But he had never seen anything like this, without even a sound of breaking through the air, just like a gust of evening breeze blowing.
The black mass appeared in front of Yan Zi in an instant. He subconsciously tried to hide, but the thing seemed to have grown an invisible thread and nailed it in the middle of his forehead. No matter how he retreated or hid, he could not escape in the end.
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