It was just a moment, just when the soldiers were just crouching down. Dense rain-like arrows shot desperately at the wooden houses where the soldiers lived.

The arrows above their heads seemed to have eyes, and flew against the scalps of the soldiers, and with a thud they plunged deep into the wooden wall. Now it's not just Nighthawk, everyone is in a cold sweat. The arrow was so wicked that it was almost like a sight.

Not only is it accurate, but the cold light on the shoulders also tells people that it is extremely sharp. There is also that domineering strength, to say the least, a distance of more than 100 meters, just like this, an arrow into the wooden wall. You know, although the wall is made of wood, it's not tofu, and if you shoot it so far away, you can go in, and the force is scary enough.

The soldiers who were about to lie on the ground had bitter faces, and for the first time they were almost beaten in the ass, and the modern machine guns in their hands were useless at all, and they were completely suppressed by the ancient cold weapons. It's like holding a burning stick, waiting for someone else's missile to cripple yourself, this feeling, for this group of special forces, not to mention how awkward.

"Captain, who are they, this arrow is also accurate." The big cow touched the layer of scalp on the top of his head that was wiped off by the arrows, and he still felt a faint pain at the moment. If it weren't for Nighthawk's timely shouting, it is estimated that his cow's head would have been nailed to the wall like an ornament by others.

"I don't know." Nighthawk replied crisply, his eyes looking straight through the gap. I saw five or six people standing far away, holding their bows and shooting wildly at their sides, as if they had barely taken aim, and the arrows were shot out on the bow.

The bull pouted, and he just asked who was outside, of course he knew that Nighthawk was as dazed as he was. It's just a question to talk about your wounded heart.

Yaksha said to everyone in a strange voice: "Tell you to tear down people's beds and make fires!" See what's going on! Now that the master of the house is back, the guy who saw you burning him and sleeping is going to fight with you! I don't want to use you to make a new bed to sleep later! ”

As soon as the big cow heard this, his head hurt, and when he ate it, the drooling image of the Yaksha came to mind again. replied angrily: "Shut up, you kid." Look at your pile of straw making people's homes like kennels. I think I'm looking for you first, and I'll charge you a year's cleaning fee first! ”

The archers outside were still shooting, and there were only five or six at first. But after a while, there were five or six more feathered arrows at once, and the feather arrows that were already dense enough for this hut suddenly doubled. Suddenly, a strong pressure made the soldiers' bodies even lower.

It is estimated that these archers have been trained since childhood, and any one of them is pulled out and goes to the Olympics to be the material for the champion. Coupled with their tremendous strength, the little cabin soon became untenable.

The already broken windows had already been shattered in the first round of blows, and now only a large abrupt hole was exposed, which was eye-catching.

The arrows of the archers were no longer satisfied with shooting through the cracks in the windows, and began to shoot in all directions. The walls of the wooden house were instantly tested by tenacious materials, but within a minute everyone was scolding the designer of the house. Is it completely a foreign standard tofu slag project? If something goes wrong at such a critical time, it should be pulled out and killed immediately.

But they may have forgotten that the man who built the house may have died in the woods a kilometer away. At this moment, his head may still be smiling in the wind at the turtle-like soldiers in the urn here.

Feather arrows are like sharp kitchen knives, stabbing into the wooden wall. In an instant, the wooden wall that was originally used for shelter was already full of holes, and the situation was very critical, and the next moment, the feather arrow had to break through the wall. And these people have become living meat targets, and no one dares to say that their bodies are stronger than the wooden walls in front of them, although they are tofu dregs.

"Take the backpack, the backpack will keep me in the way." In the critical moment, Nighthawk made a very wise choice.

They have all kinds of equipment in their backpacks, and they are thick enough to block them for a while. And something soft, which happens to be a strong nemesis.

Everyone hurriedly unloaded their backpacks, and did not dare to straighten up under the threat of feather arrows. One by one, like a big turtle that has turned over its shell, it is difficult to remove the backpack on its body, and it is passed from back to front one by one.

Nighthawk and Black Bear stood in the way, and a dozen or so rucksacks were quickly built into a high "bag wall". The camouflage marching backpack is particularly dazzling in this dilapidated wooden house, and it has become a unique sight.

Seeing that the new obstacle had been formed, the team members hurriedly squeezed up, their bodies snuggled tightly behind this "wall of life", and prayed in their hearts that this wall would really work. Anyway, I also blocked a little more time, and completely forgot about the counterattack.

"Poof!" A feathered arrow pierced through the wall. The wooden wall was finally shot through, and the powerful feathered arrows slammed into the backpack with a whistling sound. However, the force like a giant hammer, after hitting the rucksack, was like a mud cow into the sea, plunged into the cotton, and the force disappeared without a trace in an instant, only staying firmly in the air.

The team members cheered in unison, it seemed that this really worked, all of them were amazed by the nighthawk's mental speed, and the three recruits of Bai Yu had already worshiped the nighthawk as a god, and admired it to the extreme.

But Nighthawk knew that it was only temporary. No matter how tough the backpack is, it can resist the rain of arrows. But after a long time, if the opposite group of grandsons lacks virtue and keeps shooting, sooner or later they will have the moment when they will be pierced through their hearts. I had to think of a way right away.

But now I can't escape, although it is a sneak attack, but the accuracy of the arrow is too scary. I'm afraid that as long as they move a little and show a little gap, they will end up with blood splattered in five steps. Nighthawk wasn't stupid enough to take the risk.

In fact, he also thought too much, although the archers on the opposite side were powerful, they could not carry many feather arrows. A round of rapid shooting has already consumed a lot of sharp arrows. Their arrowheads are all made of special materials, and it is not easy to make one, and it has been a long time since they shot so many arrowheads.

But this qiē, Nighthawk didn't know, he thought that the other party would shoot down endlessly.

The archers were also in a hurry, and after shooting for so long, none of the people in the village house seemed to be injured. If it drags on like this, not only will there be not enough arrows, but I am afraid that when the reinforcements from the village arrive, it will be difficult for me to get out.

A tall middle-aged man who resembled a leader, waving his strong and powerful arms. With a few swoops, two black shadows quickly sprang out from behind him, bending like a snake in the rain of arrows, and running towards the wooden house, which already looked like a big hedgehog.

The nighthawk here was unconscious, he had been dazed by the sharp arrows that kept shooting, listening to the sound of the feather arrows breaking through the air, his head was about to explode, but he didn't come up with a way to get out.

Suddenly, Nighthawk felt as if something had fallen overhead, and although the sound was very soft, it could not hide from his ears.

The surrounding players didn't react at all. But even the slightest voice can't hide Nighthawk's ears, he is a rare talent in martial arts.

"Big Niu, come up and block the backpack for me." Nighthawk stepped back suddenly, reached for the dagger at his waist, and stared straight at the roof. The bull didn't know why, but it could be seen that the nighthawk suddenly ran away, leaving a gap.

As if their eyes were open, several feathered arrows were shot in an instant from the gap exposed by the backpack. Fortunately, there was no one behind, otherwise it would have been shot through. The frightened big cow hurriedly flashed forward to block the gap, and his mouth was still secretly blaming the nighthawk for being reckless, how to say that he would leave.

Nighthawk didn't pay attention to the big bull's careful thoughts, and at this moment his spirit was fully focused on the blade in his hand. This is the peerless sword that Matsumoto gave him before he died, and Nighthawk has always treasured it useless.

But the sudden sense of crisis at this moment inexplicably made him pull out this peerless sword. Only this knife can bring him a sense of security.

There were two loud bangs, and the wooden roof above his head was like a chicken and a dog, and a big hole was pulled out by two cold lights. Like a watchman in the mist, Nighthawk instantly saw two more slender figures. Each of them held a steel knife in his hand, and the cold light was shining, and the eyes of the stabbing people hurt.

The sudden appearance of the two startled the team members and was about to turn around. But the two slender figures dressed in black and even with their faces covered in black cloth launched an attack, and the speed was incredible, not worse than the speed of the perverted ninja of Oninomaru that everyone had seen.

The light of the knife flickered, and it was extremely fast, and it slashed towards Yaksha's neck, and in an instant, it was about to make Yaksha's body two pieces.

With a loud bang, the two men in black staggered backwards a few steps. Nighthawk has descended like a god from heaven, and the mighty block is in front of everyone, with a stern expression, and shouts: "Block the arrows in front, these two people are handed over to me." ”

The Yaksha, who had escaped death, felt pain in his forehead, and when he wiped it with his hand, a bright red blood stain appeared on his hand. The emotion was too fast just now, and although Nighthawk blocked the fatal slash, the sharp blade had already cut through his forehead.

Everyone didn't dare to disobey, they all knew how powerful Nighthawk was, and they hurriedly returned to their positions. Yaksha was dripping in a cold sweat and was frightened, and leaned on his backpack in a daze, and it took a long time to recover.

The man in black who was shocked back by the Nighthawk, his arm was numb, and he raised the steel knife in his hand that was cut off by the power of the Nighthawk just now, and looked at the Nighthawk in disbelief.

You must know that the steel knife in her hand is made of a metal unique to the local area, and it has been refined for hundreds of years. It is a peerless blade that everyone in the world dreams of, and it will be a sky-high treasure if you throw it out. At this moment, the tip of the knife was cut off by the inconspicuous knife in Nighthawk's hand, how could she not be frightened.

"Who are you? Why sneak up on us? Nighthawk didn't attack immediately, but asked with a frown. He wondered, could it be that his whereabouts were known to the Poison King so quickly? Were these people sent by the Poison King?

Although the two men in black were surprised, they immediately came back to their senses after listening to Nighthawk's words. He snorted heavily, although it was in this life-and-death duel, Nighthawk was still shocked when he heard the gentle and delicate hum of the two of them. After taking a closer look at their delicate figures, he immediately understood that these two were two young women.

The two black-clothed women grabbed it fiercely, as fast as two lightning bolts, and waved the knife in their hands, enveloping the nighthawk in it in an instant. They thought that the sword formation that the two of them had been practicing together for many years instantly killed Nighthawk, but they were afraid of the treasure knife in Nighthawk's hand and always kept their distance from him.

The two of them attacked quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they had already slashed more than 50 times in a row. With such skills, they can definitely be called masters, but in the eyes of Nighthawk, their sword skills are still flawed.

Although the two of them attacked quickly, it was due to their strength. The knife is heavy, and there is always a trace of imperceptible stagnation in the knife technique, which ordinary people can't see at all. Even if he saw it, he didn't have time to crack it, and he had already died under the double knives of the two.

But Nighthawk can, since the fight with Matsumoto. He is no longer a martial artist whose courage is paramount, but a martial arts wizard who attaches equal importance to wisdom and courage, and only needs a trace of flaw.

The nighthawk was like a fallen leaf in the wind, narrowly avoiding the two women's slashing knife after knife, and gradually navigated the knife circle, and slowly restrained the trend of the two's knife technique.

The two women involuntarily moved to the wall with Nighthawk's body, feeling that their bodies were no longer under their control, but they couldn't stop. Qi and blood are constantly tumbling in the body, which is very sad, and you must keep dancing the knife to vent this blood and qi.

A loud bang suddenly burst out! The two women's knives were driven by Nighthawk to hit the wooden wall beside them. Where can the wooden wall withstand the combined attack of the three people, in an instant, the front wall collapsed in half, and the huge roar shook the eardrums of everyone present, and the aftermath lingered for a long time.

The strength of the two women was vented from this, and they only felt that their whole bodies were light, and they sat down together on the ground. His mouth kept panting, and the knife was thrown aside, but he didn't have the strength to pick it up again.

Suddenly, a chill hit his skin, and Nighthawk's knife was already on the neck of one of them. Although the two women were masked, their violently undulating breasts could already show that they were terrified.

Nighthawk smiled, and then said fiercely, "Say, who are you?" The knife in his hand was also tight, as long as he clicked, he would make this woman's blood splash on the spot.