The wind was strong at high altitudes, and the requirements for archers were even higher.
However, before the native could shoot a second arrow, Little Silver carried Sun Mo and sped past him with lightning speed.
Whoosh!
Sun Mo didn't even swing his sword. He merely placed his sword horizontally and slashed it across the native's neck.
Xiu! Xiu!
Arrows shot down from above.
Little Silver flew far away. At this time, the head of the dead native tilted to the side and fell to the ground. Following which, blood spurted out like a fountain.
"I feel like a medieval knight in Europe, fighting a duel on horseback!"
Sun Mo mocked himself.
After all, things like killing people were always uncomfortable.
Little Silver seemed to like this tactic as well. After drawing an arc in the air, it turned back to the beanstalk and prepared for its next charge.
"Stop stop stop!"
Sun Mo quickly stopped him.
My goodness, the green-skinned natives have bows and arrows in their hands. Do you think I won't die fast enough by charging in like this?
There was also a bow on Sun Mo's back. It was just that he was too close earlier and didn't have time to shoot. But things were different now. He could control the bow calmly.
"I don't believe that these aborigines are stronger than me, Jebe!"
Sun Mo wasn't anxious or impatient. He slowly drew his bow and nocked an arrow. He was intentionally exerting psychological pressure on the other party.
The natives shouted loudly. It was unknown whether they were cursing or calling out to their companions, but they were very brave.
When they saw Sun Mo nocking an arrow, they didn't dodge and started to shoot at each other.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
Even though the wind was strong at high altitudes, which greatly affected their accuracy, the green-skinned natives had hunted their entire lives for a living. They didn't even need to test their arrows. They only needed to look at their companions' arrows and they would have a rough idea of what to do.
Unfortunately, Little Silver flew out of their range, leaving them helpless.
"Brother Lin, what should we do?"
"Oh my ancestors, this guy actually has a cloud?"
"What should we do? I'll die if I continue like this! "
The natives shouted. A trace of nervousness and fear appeared on their faces. One of them even began to slide down the beanstalk.
"Chase after him!"
Sun Mo immediately instructed.
Whoosh!
The Eight-gate Cloud was as fast as lightning, dragging a silver tail behind it as it rushed down.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
The fleeing aboriginals shot arrows, but they were moving at high speed and weren't on flat ground. Hence, the accuracy of their arrows was very low. Also, seeing that Sun Mo was getting closer and closer, it grew increasingly anxious.
Suddenly, its hand, which was reaching for the quiver, froze. It had grasped nothing.
They ran out of arrows.
"Bye bye!"
As Sun Mo spoke, he shot out an arrow.
Puff!
The arrow was like a flying flower, easily piercing through the native's head, nailing it to the beanstalk. Then, he sat on Little Silver, slowly flying back up.
The natives no longer said anything. Looks of despair appeared on their faces.
Mu Qianlin's scalp went numb when he saw this.
This human actually had a cloud that could fly?
What was even more terrifying was why it was flying so fast?
Mu Qianlin was one of the top five sharpshooters in the tribe. He could even close his eyes and shoot down birds in the sky. Thus, when he climbed up, he had already considered this possibility.
Even if Sun Mo had the big bird as a mount, he wouldn't be afraid. He could shoot it to death. However, this cloud was simply too fast.
This was completely beyond Mu Qian Lin's understanding.
You want me to shoot down a cloud?
Wasn't this bullshit?
Naturally, this wasn't the most terrifying point. Rather, why was this human's archery skills so high? If he was in the tribe, he would be ranked in the top 20.
It was sufficient to use it to kill.
Before this, Mu Qianlin had also considered this. If Sun Mo had a mount, what should he do?
If he couldn't hit Sun Mo, he would group up and retreat. In any case, they had long-range weapons and Sun Mo wouldn't dare to get close to them even if he could fly. But now, all his plans had failed.
"Brother Lin, what should we do?"
Some natives were anxious.
"..."
Mu Qianlin fell silent. (What can I do?
I'm also in despair!
If your archery skills are so good, why don't you use a bow? You are clearly a big-tailed wolf, why are you pretending to be a squirrel?)
(If I see you carrying a bow, I'll seriously consider my actions and come up with a countermeasure.)
(Sigh!)
(I can't blame myself for not putting in enough effort. I can only blame the enemy for being too two-faced!)
Just when Mu Qianlin was distracted, another native was shot to death. He didn't even let out a scream as he directly fell off the beanstalk.
Because Sun Mo's arrow was terrifyingly accurate, he naturally didn't cry out.
"Wait for him to get near, then shoot together!"
Mu Qianlin commanded.
The group of natives hurriedly steadied themselves on the beanstalk and prepared to focus fire.
Sun Mo got near!
"Shoot!"
However, Mu Qianlin didn't make a move. He was waiting for Sun Mo to dodge this wave of arrows before attacking.
Swoosh!
The arrow was as fast as lightning. Clearly, it was shot out using a cultivation art.
As expected, when it reached Sun Mo, it directly exploded, turning into tens of spirit qi arrows that drowned Sun Mo.
"Ah!"
Sun Mo screamed and fell off the cloud.
"He's dead!"
The natives cheered.
"I'm the strongest hunter in the Green Mist Tribe."
Mu Qianlin's lips curled up into a smile as he looked at the cloud. This was a good item. How should he obtain it?
His eyes were filled with a desire to possess.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A wave of arrows whizzed over from below, nailing into the bodies of the natives.
"Be careful, he isn't... dead!"
Some natives hadn't even finished shouting when they were shot to death.
"Hide!"
Mu Qianlin roared loudly and rapidly hid behind the beanstalk. At this moment, all the hair on his body stood up as he trembled.
(This human is too cunning.)
He pretended to be shot so that his side would relax and it would be easier for him to launch a sneak attack.
Very soon, Little Silver caught up to the falling Sun Mo. After catching him, it carried him and flew up again.
"Yo, I didn't die. Are you guys very disappointed?"
Sun Mo teased.
The remaining five natives had been ravaged by Sun Mo to the point that they had no more temper left.
"Let me say something else. I didn't fake my death because I wanted to find a chance to sneak attack you guys. It was purely to toy with you guys."
Sun Mo flashed an amiable smile at Mu Qianlin. "How is it? Are you very angry? "
"Go to hell!"
Mu Qianlin roared and his arrows shot out like shooting stars.
Swoosh!
Without needing Sun Mo's instruction, Little Silver brought Sun Mo and flew far away.
"Brother Lin, quickly think of a solution!"
"Isn't this fellow's archery a little too impressive? He's almost catching up to Brother Lin. "
Upon hearing the words of the two tribesmen, Mu Qianlin, who had an extremely strong sense of pride, was enraged. (I'm at the level of the top five, while he's only in the top 20.
(Alright, I admit that I've underestimated him. Top ten!)
Just when this thought flashed through his mind, an arrow suddenly shot over. It was clearly shooting toward the native on the left, but it suddenly changed direction and pierced into the head of the native on the right.
Putong!
The native who had just escaped from the gates of hell felt his legs go soft as he knelt on the ground.
"Archery cultivation art?"
Mu Qianlin's eyes widened and he felt his mouth going dry. His last bit of hope was shattered. Also, given his judgment, he could tell that this human's archery was very strong.
In that case, the problem was simple. Should he surrender? Or should he surrender?
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