The archer walked through the dense forest like a light swallow, and he bowed slightly, his eyes looking around from time to time. He put the arrow on the bowstring, but he did not pull it away. His nimble body was like a tanuki, agile as he shuttled through dead trees.

A rustling sound came to his ears, and he immediately paused and listened quietly for a while. Instead of heading towards the place where the "rustle" sounded, a dodge hid under a huge ancient tree. Finding a small hole in the root of the ancient tree, he rushed into the hole without hesitation.

The hole in the tree could only accommodate one person, and from time to time there was a rotten musty smell coming out. The man sank his whole body into the hollow of the tree, a pair of ghostly eyes staring out unblinking.

The sound of "rustling" is getting closer.

The archer entered the hollow of the tree and became one with the tree. In the dark forest, if you don't look closely, you can't find a small hole under the main trunk of the ancient tree. Thankfully, the archer was small enough to hide his body.

The archer hid in the hollow of the tree, staring nervously outside, his bow and arrows placed behind him, and in the hollow of the tree he could not pull the bow at all. His eyes didn't blink, the nervousness made the tip of his nose uncontrollably beads of sweat, he shook his sweaty left hand, and his right hand naturally touched the short knife that was clinging to the side of the cowhide boots.

The rustling sound was closer, and he could feel that it was less than ten feet away from him. He couldn't help but adjust the speed of his breathing to the optimal state, slow and slender, and his heartbeat couldn't help but slow down, as if there was no breathing and heartbeat at all. Even if he is a master whose internal strength has reached the innate realm, he can't detect it, and he is very confident in this.

A figure flashed next to the chaotic dead tree, and the archer hiding in the hole of the tree looked at it, and the figure was none other than Ling Tianyun. The archer couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and a sharp light suddenly burst out. But he still didn't do anything, and the idea was to capture this man alive, and this man killed two of his best brothers in a row. A strong resentment surged over him, and he wanted to avenge the death of his two brothers, but he had to carry out the will of the above.

Just then, his heart was full of contradictions, and the Ling Tianyun that flashed out from beside the dead tree was walking towards the ancient tree where he was hiding, and his feet were on the thick dead leaves, making a slight sound. The archer felt that Ling Tianyun's gaze had been looking towards his hiding place, and he was startled, and immediately retracted the essence of his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and no light came out of his eyes.

Ling Tianyun cautiously walked out from a dead tree, he had already sensed the presence of someone nearby. It was only gone for a moment, and he could be sure that the man was still around. He sensed that the man seemed to be more difficult to get into the hands he had begun to kill, and he was even more composing than they were.

He bowed his body slightly, and his internal force had already been instilled in his feet, and if there was a sudden change, he could escape at any time. There was still a trace of blood on the saber in his hand, reflecting a halo of Dao light under the beams of moonlight. He shrank back from the dead tree again, and the two of them were comparing endurance, and whoever couldn't hold his breath would suffer.

Ling Tianyun was hiding behind the dead tree, thinking about countermeasures, he thought of using the method last time to lure that person out, but he denied this method again, and the same method fell into the next strategy if he used it again. He touched the fire fold in his arms, and the ground was now covered with dead leaves. An idea appeared in his mind, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a strange smile appeared.

The archer who was hiding in the hollow of the tree couldn't help but regret it when he saw Ling Tianyun hiding behind the dead tree again, but it was too late to regret at this time. He could only squat quietly in the narrow tree hole, and from time to time a rotten musty smell drilled into his nostrils, making him feel itchy in his nostrils, and he couldn't help but want to sneeze.

Some smoke began to rise in the secluded darkness, and thick puffs of smoke spread from around the dead trees behind Ling Tianyun. A strong burning breath entered the nose of the archer, no, is this kid going to burn the entire dense forest, he thought in his heart, but he didn't seem to be right. After all, if Ling Tianyun ignited a fire, then he would also be exposed, and there would be no advantage for him.

A puff of smoke rushed towards the hollow of the tree, choking the eyes of the archers hiding in the hollow. He was short, and suddenly burst out of the tree hole, he knew that if he stayed in the tree hole any longer, not to mention being murdered by Ling Tianyun, even the thick smoke would suffocate him to death.

Ling Tianyun piled up a small pile of dead leaves, and under the dead leaves was a little spark, and he didn't expose this spark to the outside. Plumes of smoke came out of the pile of dead leaves, and immediately poured out in all directions, and the smoke grew bigger and bigger. The already quiet dense forest was even more shrouded in smoke at this time.

The little sparks in the leaves had not yet ignited in the end, and Ling Tianyun was in the midst of this thick smoke. He heard the sound of messy footsteps, just seven or eight feet away from him. Ling Tianyun's heart was suddenly overjoyed, the archer who was hiding in the shadows finally made a move. With a flick of his feet, his body "swished" up to the dead tree, which was surrounded by smoke, and he was not worried that he would be discovered.

Ling Tianyun grabbed the branch with both hands, and with a swing of his body, he jumped from tree to tree, chasing after him with the sound of messy footsteps. He was like a nimble gibbon, leaping over the dead trees, and the whole dense forest was filled with smoke, and no one could have crossed the trees so nimblely.

The archer felt a gust of wind overhead, and at first he didn't care, he couldn't stop jumping, jumping, rushing, weaving through the dense forest. They had begun to move away from the smoke-filled area, and there was noticeably less smoke around them. At this time, he looked up at the top of his head, and felt that there seemed to be a figure above his head, jumping on the trees like an ape, and following him all the way.

His expression changed and became very pale, and he quickly drew his bow to the full, and the leaping figure towards the tree was an arrow. After shooting an arrow, he quickly took an arrow from the quiver behind his back, and quickly put it on the bowstring, and with a "whoosh", another arrow was shot.

Ling Tianyun was in the air, swinging his knife and picking up a ball of light to slash at the arrow, and the huge impact from that arrow shook his right hand down. The leaping body immediately paused and landed under the fork of a dead tree. As soon as his feet steadied down, another sound of breaking through the air came at him.

The fast arrow, he secretly thought in his heart, his body just stood firm and wanted to swing the knife to slash again, but it was too late, just the moment that the arrow was about to reach him, Ling Tianyun's legs shook, and with a "click", the branch he was standing on had been broken. His body fell to the ground with the broken branches, and the arrow shot right above his head.

The arrow flew past him, and the wind swept his hair up, and a fierce wind was like a sharp blade, causing a tingling in his scalp. Such a strong force, this archer is the strongest he has ever left. Legend has it that the arrows shot by the ancient warriors with a curved bow could shoot through ordinary five-layer iron armor, and this person should be able to shoot through at least seven layers.

As soon as Ling Tianyun landed, three more arrows broke through the air, and those three arrows turned into a zigzag shape, shooting straight at his left chest, right chest, and lower abdomen respectively. , if you are not careful, you will be pierced by those three arrows, and Ling Tianyun has nowhere to dodge. At this critical moment, he leaned back, and in the way of an iron bridge, his head was already on the ground. His whole body was arched, and two arrows flew through his chest. The arrow that was shot at his lower abdomen was caught in his left hand.

"Poof",

The moment he grabbed the arrow, a huge recoil force came from his left hand. The arrow changed direction as he grasped it with his left hand, and sank into his left rib. The arrow had already sunk a quarter under his ribs before it stopped.

A great pain, and a powerful recoil force, slammed the arched body to the ground. Ling Tianyun's left hand kept trembling, and he clearly felt that the arrow had almost pierced his left rib, and the arrow made him hold it instead of moving forward, but stuck under his left rib. Blood flowed from his left rib, and there was a great pain in the place where the arrow had been stuck. He lay on his back on the ground, the knife in his right hand long gone, and the arrow still in his left hand.

Seeing that Ling Tianyun had been shot, the archer did not continue to shoot with his bow, he was about seven or eight feet away from Ling Tianyun. He looked at Ling Tianyun who fell to the ground and was silent. He really wanted to make up for another arrow, but he still didn't, the order from above was to capture him alive, and the hatred didn't make him lose his mind.

Ling Tianyun lay on his back, and the bursts of tearing pain couldn't stop coming, making his forehead covered with dense beads of sweat. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seemed that he still despised his opponent, thinking that the two in front of him were easily killed by him, and this archer would not be much smarter. This painful lesson made him deeply seared in his heart, and at any time, even the weakest opponent could not be taken lightly.

At this time, Ling Tianyun was lying on the ground weakly, and the soft dead leaves were cushioned under his back, but it gave him a feeling of comfort. He didn't look up at the archer, he knew that the archer should not dare to step forward at this time, the archer was already suspicious, and would rather look far away than get close. He knew that he would come to him again, but he had left the saber behind, and he did not dare, nor could he pick it up. There was no guarantee that when he went to pick up the saber, the archer would not give him another arrow.

After about a quarter of an hour or so, Ling Tianyun heard a "rustling" of footsteps coming towards him, it seemed that the archer couldn't hold it anymore, he already thought that Ling Tianyun had no strength to resist at this time.

The footsteps of the "rustle" are getting closer and closer.

A face appeared on Ling Tianyun's head, with eagle-like eyes, a nose bridge that was not too high, and a wide mouth, but thin lips. The eagle-like eyes kept looking at Ling Tianyun's whole body, and then his gaze stayed under his left rib, the part where the arrow hit.

The archer had been staring at Ling Tianyun expressionlessly for a long time, and Ling Tianyun was furious. The man slung the longbow on his back and drew the dagger from his boots. The short knife was about a little more than a foot long, and its curved blade was like a crescent moon, glowing faintly in the faint moonlight.

The archer knelt down, holding a short knife in one hand, and grabbed the placket of Ling Tianyun's chest with the other. He lifted Ling Tianyun up, but what the man didn't notice was that at the moment when Ling Tianyun left the ground, he had already grabbed an arrow in his right hand. His body followed the man's lift, and his hands hung behind his back.

The man grabbed the placket of Ling Tianyun's chest and lifted him up, while Ling Tianyun threw him into the man's arms and fell down. A sly gaze came out of his eyes, and the arrow in his right hand stabbed the man in the chest like lightning.

The archer was about to straighten Ling Tianyun, but unexpectedly saw his cunning gaze. With a pang in his heart, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to push Ling Tianyun away. And at this moment, there was a tingling pain in his chest, and the stinging pain began to gradually spread, becoming a huge pain. He looked down and saw an arrow stuck in his chest, more than eight of which had sunk into his chest. A blood-red arrow burst out of his chest, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained by the burst of blood.

The archer stared blankly at the arrow stuck in his heart, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. The arrow had already sunk into his heart, and he opened his eyes in anger and roared with all his might: "You are so despicable. ”

After speaking, his eyes were dilated, the corners of his mouth twitched, his knees weakened, and he slowly fell to his knees. He struggled to raise his head and look at the crescent moon above the dense forest. The crooked crescent moon seems to be like the crooked eyebrows of the girls in the Swallow Tower in Taiyuan City, the crooked crescent moon and the curved eyebrows are constantly intertwined, and slowly become blurred.