The birds in the field fell heavily to the ground in an instant.
The excited, hoarse, and unpleasant bird calls also came to an abrupt halt.
Ning Qing took five more long arrows from his back, nocked them on his longbow, pulled the bowstring hard, aimed, and released them.
Five large black birds on the wall let out a mournful cry, then fell to the ground and died.
System: Host, this time you've actually left them one last cry.
Ning Qing stared intently at the black bird, Little Black Sword, which was screeching angrily at her.
The system immediately handed the black sword out again.
He was inwardly complaining: "I just threw the little black sword in when I didn't want it."
Now that they don't need bows and arrows, they want Little Black back.
The poor little black sword is like a brick; it can be moved wherever it's needed.
Ning Qingjun stood firmly in the open space inside the wall, his face cold and aloof, like a pine tree, holding a black longsword, his aura imposing.
A flock of large black birds angrily swooped down on Ning Qing.
Ning Qing drew her sword with lightning speed; the naked eye could only see the afterimage of the sword's light.
A long sword was spun into hundreds and thousands of afterimages, and Ning Qing was surrounded by streaks of sword light.
The sharp sound of swords whistling through the air was incredibly oppressive.
Before the black birds could even get close to Ning Qing, they were silently cut down and fell to the ground.
His bird-like eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.
As time went by, the pile of black bird carcasses around Ning Qing grew higher and higher.
The crew-cut men were momentarily stunned, but they quickly joined the fray.
The blackbirds' attention was drawn to Ning Qing.
This made it easier for them to launch a sneak attack.
The group worked together seamlessly and managed to shoot down quite a few birds.
The crew-cut man possessed earth-based superpowers. He used his power to swirl up sand and scatter it at the flock of birds, disrupting their rhythm and slowing their progress.
Seeing that the bird had slowed down, the bespectacled man immediately used his supernatural power to release vines that tightly bound the bird.
The wheat-skinned man then used his fire-based powers to release small fireballs, roasting the bird trapped in the vines.
The aroma of roasted meat instantly filled the air inside the enclosure.
The system saw this scene on the light screen and murmured: "Just a sprinkle of seasoning is needed before it can be plated and served."
In the midst of her busy schedule, Ning Qing rolled her eyes and sent them to the gluttonous kitten in the system space.
After receiving a disdainful look from its host, it immediately fell silent and became a transparent, obedient little kitten.
Two hours later, the black bird carcasses on the ground were piling up more and more.
There are fewer and fewer birds in the sky.
Many birds became frightened and retreated, flapping their wings and turning away.
Ning Qing would never do as they wished.
Can one come and go as one pleases?
This cannot be considered a hotel.
He swung his longsword, bending it as he went, and it swept a flock of black birds across the air in an instant.
Ning Qing didn't hesitate and quickly took out the longbow from her spatial storage again, while taking out five long arrows from the quiver on her back with her other hand.
Two arrows were held between the thumb and forefinger, and a long arrow was tightly held between each of the other fingers.
He drew his bow again, released the string, and fired all five arrows at once.
With five whooshing sounds, the black birds that were retreating in the distance instantly fell to the ground and died.
The arrows that fell to the ground were each strung with a different number of black birds.
The blackbird in the sky had completely lost its will to fight.
They flapped their wings incessantly, retreating in a panic.
Ning Qing was like the Grim Reaper; none of the birds he targeted could escape alive.
Wave after wave, a rain of arrows bearing the command of death rained down upon them.
They die swiftly the moment they feel pain; perhaps this is death's final act of mercy upon them.
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