Soundless arrows swooshed over abruptly, and Feng Xing was the only one who sensed the attack a split second earlier.
Feng Xing only had enough time to leap up into the air, leaving tens of shreds of afterimages in the air. He didn't even have the time to give a complete warning, and could only let out a long and rapid shout.
However, this extremely anxious and long shout was enough to startle Yu Mu and Shaosi.
The grilled meat and dagger in Yu Mu's hands suddenly disappeared. He took a deep breath, and his body instantly expanded into a ball, then shrunk inwards. When Yu Mu stood up, he didn't look fat anymore, instead, he looked strong and sturdy.
Yu Mu's thick and broad palms were wrapped in a layer of green light. He closed his eyes, and slowly slapped the air, as if he was holding a small hill in his hands. Because of his slow movements, the over thirty arrows that were flying towards him were slapped away by his huge hands, before they could even approach his body.
Yu Mu's palms were strong and powerful, or in other words, fatso's strength was never weak. All arrows that were slapped by his palms were shattered into pieces by his great strength, and the metal arrowheads were also corroded by the green poisonous gas, quickly turning into ashes.
When Shaosi was startled, she only incanted a spell in a deep voice, then raised her finger. Suddenly, a white spell symbol flashed across the heads of herself, Taisi, Yu Mu and Feng Xing.
Not to mention Taisi, who was still unconscious, Yu Mu and Feng Xing only felt that some subtle changes had happened to their bodies, but they didn't find anything wrong with their bodies.
While they were busy, Yu Mu and Feng Xing glanced at Shaosi in surprise, then Yu Mu abruptly yelled out, "Enemy attack! All Rong Mountain Clan clansmen, defend with your lives! According to your own clan rules, defend with your lives! "
Elder Iron Yan, who was responsible for this exploration of the Rong Mountain Clan, stood up and gave his order with a resonant voice. Immediately, all Rong Mountain Clan clansmen moved. Although many of the clansmen let out panicked cries, they were soon followed by the crisp sound of slaps, and the cries and cries all disappeared.
A part of the elderly people stood in the outer circle, the young people stood in the middle, and the women and children stood in the middle. The Rong Mountain Clan had formed a standard defensive formation, which was to sacrifice the elderly and the weak, and save the healthy ones.
The Rong Mountain Clan was a clan of blacksmiths. This time, they had brought a large number of weapons with them to explore their new territory. At a glance, at least three thousand crossbows had been brought out from the hastily formed circular defensive formation. Except for the crossbows, the other young and muscular men of the Rong Mountain Clan were also wearing a full set of metal armours. The thick and heavy metal shields were as tall as a human, and formed a small metal wall around the edge of the defensive formation.
Not to mention how powerful the warriors of the Rong Mountain Clan were - a group of professional blacksmiths, you couldn't expect them to be as good at fighting as the warriors of the Southern Wasteland. However, only by looking at these weapons that the Rong Mountain Clan's warriors had put out, it was more than enough to scare away a large group of cowardly enemies.
Feng Xing, who had fled to miles away, abruptly let out a high-pitched shout, "Be careful! Those who attacked us just now were only a group of Junior Magi, only twenty of them! Be careful! They might have even more powerful ones!"
Before he could finish his sentence, the terrifying cry of a giant bird was heard.
On the hillside in the distance, a white sphere of silhouette rose into the air, within which, a gigantic bird slowly emerged. This bird had luxuriant and long feathers, fluttering along with the wind. When it rose into the air, it seemed to be able to carry the entire sky on its back.
"The Great Gale Clan! Weak birds of the Great Gale Clan, how shameless can you be?! " Feng Xing screamed out, "This is the Midland, not the Eastern Wasteland, where you bastards of the Ten Sun Country live!"
Followed by a weird sound, a specially made arrow, which was nine feet and nine inches long, swished across the air.
This arrow didn't have anything special about it, but it was incredibly fast, indescribably fast, so fast that it could make people feel hopeless.
Besides, after this arrow had flown for a mile, a foot long arrowhead would explode, and the arrow's moving speed would be doubled. After that, the arrow flew for another mile, another foot long arrowhead would explode, and the arrow's moving speed would be doubled once again.
Nine times like this, the arrow had flown for nine miles, and when it was less than ten miles away from Feng Xing, that nine-inch long arrowhead had already moved as fast as a beam of light. Feng Xing couldn't even see the direction of the arrowhead clearly anymore, neither did he know how to dodge.
Feng Xing was running at a high speed, and the way he dodged was strange as well.
However, Brother Ling, who had launched the attack, was much more powerful than Feng Xing. Brother Ling was also an excellent archer, and he clearly knew how to kill an agile and dodging enemy with a single strike, and how to push the enemy into a hopeless situation with only one arrow.
The arrowhead swooshed over, and almost at the same time when Brother Ling launched the attack, along with nine consecutive explosive sounds, the arrowhead reached Feng Xing's chest.
Feng Xing popped out his eyes, and a cyan-colored, misty light surged out from his pupils. He screamed hoarsely, and finally saw the arrowhead clearly.
However, it was already too late for him to dodge. With his current strength, he didn't have the time to dodge.
However, he suddenly staggered and stepped on a fist-sized rock. Before, even when Feng Xing was running at his highest speed, even if the ground under his feet was covered in grease, he wouldn't fall.
But today, a rock tripped Feng Xing and made him fall on the ground in an extremely crooked and weird way. That deadly arrowhead almost brushed against Feng Xing's scalp, leaving a shallow cut on his scalp. A faint stream of blood spurted out, and hundreds of long black hairs were torn off by the arrowhead.
Feng Xing fell on the ground, then he only felt that his body slightly moved, as if a trace of magical power had disappeared.
While he was busy, Feng Xing glanced at Shaosi, who had slowly stood up from the ground, and shouted hoarsely, "Sister Shaosi, good job!"
While Feng Xing was busy praising Shaosi, a roughly shaped longbow had already appeared in his hand. He flicked his wrist and released tens of arrows in a row towards the hillside, which was thirty miles away, along with a shrill swishing sound.
It was as if Feng Xing was truly blessed by the gods. He had only randomly released a wave of arrows, trying to disrupt the following attacks launched by the enemies. However, he didn't even dream that when he randomly released a wave of arrows, shrill howls and crazy curses actually came from a distance away.
A young man, who had a feather of a gigantic eagle stuck in his hair, was hit by an arrow in between his eyebrows, and was sent flying for over ten miles away by Feng Xing's arrow. The arrow penetrated through his head and blew his entire head up. This young man was killed before he could even let out a moan.
Among the remaining twenty young men, ten of them had all been hit by an arrow in their hearts.
These young men were all peak-level Junior Magi, but they couldn't die immediately after being hit by an arrow in their hearts. They gripped the arrows in their hearts tightly, rolling on the ground in pain, crying and yelling; it was quite scary.
Brother Ling's eyeballs were filled with blood, and he screamed out crazily, "Go, go, go, kill them all!"
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