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"Who did it, who did it?" the third master shouted, although he was injured, but his skills were still there, what kind of person could kill people in front of the eyes of many bandits. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

"Poof" Another thief's throat was cut and he fell to the ground, he was the first person to Ying and the three masters, saying that he would cut Li Qingshan with a thousand knives.

The dark mountains and forests seem to hide a terrible devil, and the shadow of terror instantly envelops all the bandits, and no one can see whose hand is moving? How is it moving? I don't know if the next person to die will be myself, this unknown fear is the most terrifying.

In the midst of this panic, the third and fourth thieves fell to the ground, as if the scythe of death was silently harvesting life.

The night breeze was cold, and a delicate hunting knife swam like a poisonous snake among the high dead grass, the blade coated with dark grass juice that did not reflect any light.

And tonight, there is no moon.

Li Qingshan stood in the dark and dense forest on the hillside, looking at this qiē, only he could see that Xiao An was holding a hunting knife and wandering among the bandits, with an extremely angry expression on his face.

The words of these bandits had completely angered him, and his mind had been numb and dry for a long time, and for the first time, he burst out with such strong feelings, wanting to kill them all.

Li Qingshan saw that Xiao An wanted to get close to the three masters several times, but he was blocked back, and the blood of the third-rate master was already extremely vigorous, and he had already restrained the yin ghosts. Xiao An was able to get close to him because he nourished him with his own vitality every day.

"Ahh

A lot of blood and qi gathered together, like a huge flame, and Xiao An couldn't get close.

Li Qingshan took a sip of the spirit wine in the gourd, "Bull Demon Powerful Fist" is not known for its speed, and there is no so-called light skill, he relied on the endurance of the cow and the supplement of the spirit wine, and chased after him.

He replenished his vitality and raised the Splitstone Bow. Now, it's time for me to make a move!

The sound of "bang" broke the dark night, and from the sound alone, you could hear that it was an extremely strong bowstring, short and clear, with a sharp force that cut through the air.

The feather arrow struck from the darkness in the distance with a sharp whistling, pierced the chest of a bandit, and nailed it to a bandit behind him, killing two birds with one stone!

The moment he heard the sound of the string, the bandit had been pierced, and the bandits had also experienced a lot of battles, but none of them could react in advance, the three masters knew that this was an arrow faster than the sound, and it was this good hand who shot the arrow, and in the entire Qingyang, it seemed that only one person could shoot such an arrow with a bow.

No, not that man, or he'd be dead by now!The third master glanced at his injured right shoulder, and remembered the boy who had forced him into the field. He only said that he was careless and fell for the sneak attack, but he didn't expect that kid's archery skills to be so terrifying.

In fact, Li Qingshan's archery skills were still not particularly accurate, and he suddenly used a heavy bow like the Split Stone Bow from such a distance. But when the bandits gather together, they don't need to bother aiming at all, they just shoot towards the center, and there is no reason to miss it.

"The third master, it's the kid just now, he caught up. ”

"This ...... It's going to wipe us out!"

"The arrow is coming from that direction, and we fought him!"

"No, no, once separated......"

As they argued, a second arrow pierced the chest of one of the bandits, each with a face distorted with fear, panicked like a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

The third master ordered: "This is all the ghost of that kid, rush up and kill that kid together!" rushed up the hill with the thief shouting to kill.

Li Qingshan stood in place without any scruples, and shot down with an arrow.

A feathered arrow was ejected by a tight bowstring, and it raced through the darkness, spinning through three dead leaves, piercing into the body of a bandit, and penetrating through layers of flesh and blood, until it was stuck in the bone, and then it reluctantly stopped.

The huge impact of the feather arrow made the bandit not even have time to let out a scream, and a bandit next to him stopped, looked over in horror, and the look of fear did not dissipate, and he felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he didn't know anything.

The interval between arrows was so short that the bandits rushed to find a hiding place, but before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the strange blood marks once again descended on their throats, far more accurate and terrifying than sharp arrows.

Every moment someone died, and the morale that was boosted by fear was empty, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that the three masters had already ridden a pony and rushed towards the Black Wind Village, and immediately scattered as birds and beasts.

Li Qingshan picked up the cracked stone bow on his back, feeling a faint pain in his arms, the strength of these three stone bows was really extraordinary, but after firing more than a dozen arrows in a row, he couldn't support it anymore, took a deep breath, and took another sip of wine.

"Xiao An, let's catch up!"

In Woniu Village, the villagers are still panicking, and Li Long is ordering someone to collect the corpse.

"Aaron, how did you get this way? An old and majestic voice rang out from the darkness.

Li Long was shocked: "Master, why are you here!" It was the Iron Fist Master of Qingyang City, the Iron Lion Liu Hong.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to subdue those bandits, so I'll take a look. Liu Hong walked out of the darkness, his eyes were like rings, he was not angry and self-imposing, wearing a wide robe, majestic, like a mighty lion, he looked at the corpse of the bandit: "I fell out with Heifeng Village...... Hey, it's not your hand, it's so heavy, say, what's going on?"

Li Long can only come in 1510, Liu Hong heard the words and deeds of the three masters, and snorted coldly: "How dare you not put the Iron Fist Gate and the old man in your eyes like this, if the old man is here, he will definitely kill him with his own hands, see if the blind bear dares to turn his face with me." ”

When he heard Li Qingshan's shot, he praised: "Good courage, good means." How old do you say Li Qingshan?"

"Like, fifteen. Li Long himself was a little surprised, and only when he said it himself did he remember that Li Qingshan was just a teenager.

"What, only fifteen years old!" Liu Hong was shocked, he was an old Jianghu, not to mention a third-rate master at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he had seen a first-class master, but behind those heroic young men, there was a shadow of a big family's sect, at least, there was also a master of martial arts.

If there is no good master to teach, no matter how talented you are, you will not be able to become a climate, "You are right to reconcile with him, this Li Qingshan may be a disciple trained by a strange man in the rivers and lakes, let's go, let's follow and have a look." ”

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