Chapter 1122 The Third Arrow
The previously tight encirclement has been breached!
In an instant, not only were the surrounding soldiers thrown into disarray, but Xiao Yuansui's mind also became chaotic.
On instinct, he almost immediately ordered the archers guarding the area to fire and all the soldiers to come forward. There were only thirteen monks here, and they weren't armed with weapons. If they really wanted to fight, these people would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
But in doing so, the virtuous child would also—
Thinking of this, Xiao Yuansui's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and this skipping beat also surprised him a little.
He has always been a person with clear goals. For his goals, how many people die is just a number, and who dies is just a different matter after death. But for some reason, this time he failed to force Lüxiao to her death, and Shang Ruyi's indifferent attitude towards him and those clear and sharp words, although they did not make him doubt his past, made him hesitate for the first time when making a decision.
Do you really want to...?
Shan Tong'er's departure from Wanggang Village was tantamount to betraying him, and now that he's here to save Yuwen Ye, he's even more of an enemy. At this point, anyone could be killed!
But……
He gritted his teeth, still hesitating whether to make a move, but Shan Tong'er seemed completely oblivious to the danger, only vigorously swinging the copper hammer in his hand. Some of the soldiers around him were from Wanggang Village and already knew his abilities, so they dared not confront him directly and could only retreat. Others wanted to step forward to stop him, but seeing the results of his blows, which left his opponents either dead or injured, they were all frightened and retreated to the side. He only stopped when he completely tore open a gap in the encirclement.
Seeing that there were no more soldiers blocking her way, Shan Tong'er breathed a sigh of relief. But when she looked up, she met Xiao Yuan Sui's reddened gaze.
"...!"
For a moment, there was hesitation in his eyes.
Xiao Yuansui gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Ninth Brother!"
Upon hearing his voice, Shan Tong'er's breathing seemed to falter, and the arms gripping the two copper hammers involuntarily sank downwards.
Although Shan Tong'er stopped, the dozen or so monks did not stop, nor dared to stop. They continued to swing their sticks, making the sky darken and the dust on the ground rise high. Some soldiers were blinded by the dust and retreated.
Amidst the chaos, the only one who remained steadfast was Hua Ziying, who held his bow the whole time.
No matter how chaotic the surroundings were, no matter how the screams and roars disturbed the tranquility of the night, no matter how the dust flew in front of him, his hand remained as steady as a rock, and the cold light at his fingertips was always fixed on Yuwen Ye's brow. Only when Xiao Yuansui shouted "Ninth Brother" beside him did his eyes flicker for a moment.
After a moment's hesitation, Shan Tong'er realized the situation and immediately turned back to the group of monks behind him, shouting, "Go quickly!" With that, he pulled on the reins and spurred his horse forward.
Taking advantage of the moment before Xiao Yuansui gave the order and before the surrounding soldiers could gather, the monks rushed forward with all their might.
Xiao Yuansui's eyes widened in fury, and he shouted again, "Good boy!"
He wasn't unaware of Shan Tong'er's purpose, but seeing the direction Shan Tong'er was rushing towards, which was directly in front of Hua Ziying, meant that Hua Ziying's third arrow would be—
At this moment, Yuwen Ye, who had been silent all along, also darkened his gaze.
He hadn't expected Shan Tong'er to appear so suddenly, and he was extremely shocked when he first heard the child's voice. But since he had come, he must have already made up his mind. So, in addition to being shocked, Yuwen Ye also felt a little joy. But before this joy could even take shape in his heart, Shan Tong'er had already led the thirteen monks to fight with Xiao Yuansui's men.
The situation was chaotic, and naturally he needed to maintain stability.
Amidst the chaos, what Yuwen Ye saw most clearly was that the glimmer of light in Hua Ziying's eyes instantly froze into ice, and at that moment, the bowstring in his hand was pulled so hard that it emitted a low growl as if it were about to snap.
However, Shan Tong'er had already charged forward on horseback, disregarding everything else.
The next moment, just as Shan Tong'er was about to stand in front of Yuwen Ye, Xiao Yuansui's third roar rang out: "Release the arrows!"
At this command, Hua Ziying was about to let go almost immediately, but Shan Tong'er's figure suddenly came into his sight. Hua Ziying gritted his teeth, his fingertips twitched slightly, and then he let go of her hand!
Yuwen Ye's eyes widened immediately—
Although Shan Tong'er's arrival did not make him lower his guard, on the contrary, he was concentrating and trying to gather strength to block Hua Ziying's third arrow. However, the pain in his shoulder had spread to most of his body, and even his chest began to ache. Every breath and heartbeat was weakening his strength with the pain. Not to mention raising his hand to block, he was almost exhausted by the time he could even grip the Mo Dao in his hand.
And just when he was almost powerless to resist, the arrow turned into a bolt of lightning and flew over!
In that instant, Shan Tong'er rode up to him on horseback.
At this moment, all eyes, all breaths, and all heartbeats in the world seemed to be focused on this one arrow, except for Shan Tong'er—who was facing away from Hua Ziying, spurring his horse toward Yuwen Ye with all his might. As everyone held their breath and watched the flash of cold light, he heard a gust of wind rush past his ear!
The arrow grazed his right earlobe as it flew past.
"ah!"
In the instant he realized what was happening, Shan Tong'er shouted, not only because of his surprise, but also because he felt a sharp pain in his right ear as the wind swept by.
A sharp arrow pierced his ear, and with a glint of blood, it flew swiftly forward.
As he shouted, the arrow continued its swift trajectory towards Yuwen Ye. Yuwen Ye tried to dodge, but the excruciating pain spreading from his shoulder to his chest made him feel as if he were being suppressed by an invisible black hand. He could only turn his head slightly in the instant the cold light flashed before his eyes.
Suddenly, the wind swept past his right ear.
Whether it was the sharp arrow or the wind carrying it, Yuwen Ye felt a sharp pain in his right earlobe the instant it passed by.
His right ear was cut.
However, it was just a scratch. When Yuwen Ye reached out to touch it, the faint bloodstain on his palm was almost invisible. When he looked up at Hua Ziying, his arms were hanging down, and his young and handsome face was filled with astonishment, regret, and disappointment.
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