"Boss, they may run out of arrows, should we rush into this wood, they will definitely be caught when the time comes." One of the samurai said to the Zhong family warrior who was the leader. Although the arrows made of these branches were terrifying, they were not lethal at all, and the arrows did not hurt them at all. Therefore, their faces changed from fear at the beginning to joy, as if the Ling family guards in the forest had become their bag.

"Don't act rashly, there must be deception in it, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, that Ling Duo is as cunning as a fox. Let's wait a little longer, Lao Tzu will see how long these wounded soldiers will hold on. The leader stopped the other warriors who were about to rush into the trees, and he said in a deep voice. He didn't pay attention to the arrows made from these shoots of branches, and one of the Lingduo people might really be short of arrows in their hands, just a bluff.

With a "whoosh", an arrow shot at them like a meteor, and the arrow revealed a green shadow, but it was still an arrow made of a branch, and it was shot out before even the arrow could be sharpened. The arrow hit a samurai and did not do any damage, but was blocked by the samurai's internal force. The arrow landed at the man's body with a dull thud and fell straight to the ground.

"Hahaha, they really don't have any arrows, now let's see what they can do to us." The samurai who was shot by the branch only felt a slight shock in his body, and he didn't even have a little pain in his body, and he couldn't help but laugh and said to the samurai.

However, as soon as his words fell, he heard several piercing sounds from the woods, but a rain of arrows like locusts came towards them, and through the hazy white mist, countless arrows came with a sharp breaking sound. Their faces couldn't help but change, but when they saw the rain of arrows approaching them, they showed a hint of joy, because the rain of arrows was still made of dozens of branches, and it would definitely be difficult for them to do any damage.

At first, their tense nerves couldn't help relaxing, and they just gently raised the long sword in their hands, and swept out the arrows that were shot out, and the arrows were all broken in two by the long sword in their hands, and then fell to the ground one after another. Some samurai didn't move at all, and let the arrow shoot at their body, and as soon as they used their internal strength to spread all over their bodies, the arrow seemed to shoot on an iron plate, making several "ding-dong" sounds, and then fell directly.

After a rain of arrows, the forest fell silent, and the Zhong family warriors standing outside the forest showed excitement on their faces. One of Lingduo's pedestrians must have been poor in donkey skills, they didn't even have a real arrow, and it seemed that they had become the last of the crossbows.

The samurai at the head still did not give the order to rush into the woods, and he vaguely felt a strange thing about the rain of arrows, but he didn't know where this strange thing was. He could only order everyone not to move easily, and looking at the branches and arrows that fell on the ground and were broken in two by the long sword, the caution in his heart began to waver a little.

However, just as he was about to give the order for everyone to enter, there was another piercing and sharp sound of breaking through the air, and another rain of arrows, of course, the arrows were still the same arrows, and the result was still the same. This made the samurai look at each other with a look of amusement, and they thought that one of the people in the woods looked like a fool. It's just that the joking thought in their hearts has just risen, and they are greeted by a rain of arrows, and so many times the rain of arrows makes them begin to relax completely, and they look at the woods, as if they are looking at a group of prey that they have captured alive.

Bursts of arrows rained down, and then there were showers of arrows falling, but these arrows had no effect, that is, even the Zhong family warriors who stood in front of the woods to meet the rain of arrows were already numb. Their faces went from nervousness to delight, then to banter to numbness, and they didn't know how many of these arrows Lyndor's party had slashed in the woods, as if they were endless.

There was another "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air, and the group of numb Zhong family warriors simply tried their luck and couldn't block it, so they stood up and let the arrow hit their body. Even the samurai who was the leader had let his guard down, and such arrows would have no effect at all on people like them, and they would be in vain.

However, just as the Zhong family warriors relaxed their vigilance, several different arrows were mixed in among the green arrows, and shot towards the Zhong family warriors who were standing and letting the arrows shoot. Those arrows made an even more piercing and sharp sound, and those arrows stared at the whistling sound of breaking the air, and in an instant, they arrived in front of several Zhong family warriors.

"Not good", the Zhong family warrior who was the leader felt a trembling dangerous aura approaching, and his eyes shrank slightly. He saw the different arrows among the arrows that were swirling in the green, and his heart tightened violently, and a whistling sound crossed his ears.

"Ahh They couldn't seem to believe their eyes, the only slightly quivering arrow feathers with splashes of blood on their chests were particularly glaring.

"Hurry back." The Zhong family warrior who was the leader finally reacted, and he roared angrily. But his voice was still a step late, and several of the warriors had already been pierced by real arrows, and the horror in their eyes was undisguised, and their eyes showed a dead gray color, and they looked at the blood-stained arrow feathers on their chests in disbelief.

With the roar of the Zhong family warriors led by him, several warriors finally reacted, and their bodies moved, and they swept behind them one after another. And in that rain of arrows, several more Zhong family warriors fell completely, and this wave of attacks and killings broke several warriors. And now they only have a few people left, and at the beginning they numbered a dozen, but now they have been eliminated by their opponents more than half of their number.

"Withdraw", the leader of the Zhong family warrior immediately decided, he did not hesitate to order the retreat, at this time they had completely lost their fighting spirit. The opponent only relied on a few tricks to damage more than half of them, and such an opponent made them feel a burst of cool air in their hearts. And they no longer had any fighting spirit, and these Zhong family warriors rushed towards the valley mouth in a hurry.

A Shen Xiong's figure suddenly appeared from the white mist, only to see that the man was heavily armoured, dragging a heavy big knife in his hand, and there was an indescribable fierce aura on the man's slightly emaciated face, although the man was only forty years old, his temples were frosty. From the white mist, that man was like a god of war that shook the heavens and the earth, blocking the retreat of the group of Zhong family warriors. The man's eyes showed a burning gaze, and the heavy knife in his hand was stained with blood.

A terrifying fear surged from the bottom of their hearts, and of course these Zhong family warriors could guess who the middle-aged general in front of them was, but their trembling bodies couldn't even say a word. The person in front of him was Ling Duozhi, the general of Baishui Pass, and he was also the target of their arrest this time. Their eyes were filled with horror as they looked at the general, who had a bloody aura surging on his body, and this general blocked their escape path like a giant god.

Ling Duozhi's face was calm, he looked at this group of Zhong family warriors who were trembling all over, a complicated light flashed in his eyes, and then it flashed away. Then, his gaze became cold and sharp, the face as hard as steel became vivid with the change of his gaze, and the big knife in his hand also let out a soft groan, he slowly raised the big knife in his hand, and swung it fiercely at the Zhong family warriors who were trembling all over, and an earth-shattering bloody cold light burst out from the big sword, surging towards the several Zhong family warriors.

No matter how small the rain is, there are times when it flows into drops, and the rain on the huge umbrella cover slides down smoothly, dripping on the rocks under the umbrella, making a crisp sound. And the man with the umbrella is light and calm, and under the sword eyebrows is a pair of eyes like stars, but the handsome face reveals a bit of feminine coldness, which is daunting.

Zhong Jianhong waited for another half an hour, and the dozen or so Zhong family warriors who entered still didn't even splash a single bubble like a sea of mud. His heart began to feel a little impatient, but he could only pretend to be light-hearted, after all, there was an old man in cloth with silver hair in front of him.

"Ling Duozhi doesn't seem to have much ability, just a dozen ordinary border guards can annihilate several batches of martial arts sent by my Zhong family. It seems that the old man really underestimated him, and then you were not so lucky. The people sent this time are all replaced by elite warriors of my Zhong family, I hope that this time I can polish your arrogance and respect you enough. Zhong Cangfeng said to Zhong Jianhong behind him with a calm face.

As soon as he heard Zhong Cangfeng's words, a hint of joy flashed in Zhong Jianhong's eyes, and he hurriedly ordered behind him. I saw several Zhong family warriors with a stronger aura flowing on their bodies leaping out of the crowd, their bodies swept towards the valley like arrows, and the long swords in their hands had already been raised.

Wen Lun led Ye Yinfeng and Nangong Xianchen to the outside of this valley, and they hid their bodies behind a huge rock through the vast rain. They watched the movements of the Zhong family, but they couldn't make any moves at this time, after all, that Zhong Cangfeng was a martial arts cultivator who was unfathomable, otherwise they would be easily discovered by that Zhong Cangfeng.

"Ye Shaoxia, what are we going to do, the Zhong family's generals have blocked this valley, and the generals can't escape at all, how should this be." Wen Lun's eyes showed a look of anxious worry. He could only watch as more than a dozen Zhong family warriors with a strong aura rushed into the valley, but he was like a waste man at this time, and he couldn't help anyone in the valley at all, so he asked Ye Yinfeng anxiously.

"Wait and see, General Ling will not be captured by these Zhong family warriors so easily. As long as Zhong Cangfeng didn't take action personally, General Ling and their lives should not be in danger. Ye Yinfeng's eyes flashed, and he said to the loyal guard. The Zhong family martial cultivators who rushed into the valley had all reached the innate realm, and he didn't know if the other guards could withstand the attack of these ten Zhong family warriors except Ling Duozhi.

Wen Lun was also silent when he heard this, he knew that it would be useless for them to come forward at this time, it was better to hide in the dark and watch the changes. Ye Yinfeng's eyes condensed slightly, he saw that the warriors sent by the Zhong family were all extremely fierce, and he was also worried about Ling Duozhi and the others in the valley, but he did not lose his mind, Zhong Cangfeng sat here, even if he made a move, it was in vain. So he could only wait, waiting for a favorable opportunity.