Xiao Nanhui pretended not to hear and limped forward. Her head felt numb and she felt that the person in front of her was like a demon-slaying tower that she could not get around.
As soon as she lowered her head, Ksan's foot stepped on the hem of her clothes that was almost torn.
She struggled violently, and the hem of her clothes was torn into two pieces. This time, she was hit on the head with a stick.
Xiao Nanhui only had time to turn her head slightly before the stick landed squarely on her shoulder, hammering her so hard that she could almost hear the sound of her collarbone breaking.
She doesn't do anything when she's not in a position to do anything, but when she's in a position to do something, she does it all at once. Why is she so unlucky?
Xiao Nanhui spat out a mouthful of blood in grief and anger: "Why do you have to pick on me?!"
"Woman, I've said before, I remember your face." Kesan's gaze shifted and landed on Pingxian, his eyes gradually revealing excitement and greed. "Such a good thing is really wasted in the hands of a woman like you. Why not give it to me?"
Unable to avoid this, Xiao Nanhui laughed heartlessly.
"You are a connoisseur of its value. But I have no intention of giving it away. As long as it is in my possession, even if I use it as a walking stick, it is none of your business."
Ksan didn't say anything. He slowly raised one foot, took out something from the boot of that foot, and twisted it on the long stick in his hand with a "creaking" sound.
That sound was like twisting on her bones.
Her legs were shaking, and the wound on her ankle was numb. That was a good thing; it saved her from distraction. At least her hand on the gun didn't shake.
The sound of steel scraping across rough gravel came with the heavy sound of the wind, like an angry bull charging towards her.
This is the sound of heavy weapons fighting each other.
Yao Yi used to tease her about this, saying it was like the sound of sheep running and cows panting, and couldn't compare to the clear sound of a famous sword being unsheathed, like the cry of a crane. She didn't think so before, and would argue with Yao Yi, saying that he didn't understand his business.
Now she seemed to be coming to her senses a little.
The sword's murderous aura isn't as strong, nor does it create the same suffocating, oppressive feeling as a gun. Furthermore, sword moves leave more room for maneuver, whereas a gun strike often carries a devastating force, leaving no room for retreat for either the attacker or the attacker. All told, guns are undoubtedly unpopular.
The thought lasted only a moment, and when he came to his senses, the iron spear in Naksang's hand was already close to his face.
The blood loss made her heart pound like a drum. Although there were no soldiers or generals around her, it was no different from a battlefield.
There is no way to retreat, and the only option is to stop the killing by killing.
She couldn't tell how many rounds had passed. Her reaction became slower and slower, and the opponent's movements became more and more blurred in her eyes. She was a little annoyed, and when she reacted, her legs had already fallen to her knees on the Gobi Desert.
"Woman, end it yourself and don't waste your energy."
Xiao Nanhui pretended not to hear and slowly rubbed his hands alternately on his clothes.
There was so much blood on it, it was slippery and almost made it difficult for her to hold the gun.
Kesan watched quietly for a while, sneered, and slowly walked towards Xiao Nanhui with a gun in one hand.
Weapons snatched from a living person are far more interesting than those from a dead person.
The exquisite and ancient patterns are now soaked in the blood of its owner, but they are still bright and clear.
What a great gun.
His hand reached out for it carelessly, but the woman who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly raised her eyes, moved her elbow slightly, and swung out a tricky sweep, heading straight for his throat.
The sharp side blade of the flat string cut open Ksan's jaw, leaving a bloody mark.
After missing the attack, Xiao Nanhui quickly retracted the string and held it flat in his hand, trying his best to conceal his confused aura.
"I started training with a gun at the age of seven, and the first thing I learned was how to hold a gun. As long as I'm still breathing, no one can take this gun away from me."
What a pity! If she hadn't been at the end of her strength and out of breath, this move might have taken his life.
The expression on Kesan's face finally showed a hint of anger and shame. She was familiar with that expression.
A strong wind carrying sand blew towards him, and Xiao Nanhui closed his eyes.
The world darkened in her eyes for a moment, but a clear sound lit up her ears.
The sound starts crisply, the sound field is thick, and the lingering sound is long.
It is the sound of the zither, the sound of changes.
The next second, for some reason, the lingering sound turned into a sound of breaking through the air, coming from far away and stopping right next to her ear.
Xiao Nanhui opened his eyes, and there seemed to be red blood dripping from his eyelashes.
Xan's face was only a palm's distance away from her, but the pitch-black arrow that emerged from between his eyebrows almost touched her forehead.
The lifeless body knelt on the ground, the heavy body raised a cloud of dust, only the □□ in the hand was still leaning on the ground.
There seemed to be a wind blowing around.
The wind brought the strange piano sound again.
This time it was Gong Zhisheng.
Before the sound was finished, a small black cloud of arrows fell, and in an instant, Ksan's body was shot into a sieve.
The arrow feathers, still full of energy, trembled before her eyes, like a crow lowering its head to eat carrion.
Xiao Nanhui looked past the arrow feathers at the cliff far behind him. There was a square black object embedded between the crimson rocks. Upon closer inspection, there were spots of scaly light, which were the reflection of sunlight on the black armor.
Three layers of black-armored warriors lined up one after another. The first layer held rapid-fire crossbows, the second layer held iron-arrowhead bows, and the third layer held sunset longbows that were more than one person tall. The only thing in common was that the arrow feathers in their hands were as black as ink.
Ten thousand arrows were fired at once, like a flock of crows passing through a field. Hence the name, Black Feather Camp.
She finally understood why the Sun family guards were shouting "Tiancheng's people are coming." She walked along but saw almost no Tiancheng soldiers, only corpses and arrows on the ground.
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