"Kill! Kill Yi Feng! " An Yi roared. He could not accept the fact that more than a thousand people were suppressed by Yi Feng alone.
Although everyone had just been shocked by Yi Feng's words, they relied on the fact that there were many of them, and all of them drew their bows and shot their arrows at Yi Feng and the Third Prince. This round of attack was even crazier than the previous round. Almost everyone drew their bows fully, wanting to kill Yi Feng.
"F * ck …"
The sky was filled with sharp arrows, making it difficult for Yi Feng to deal with them. Several arrows brushed past his body, almost taking his life. Yi Feng turned his head to look at the burning house behind him. The thick smoke had already spread out, and the corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile.
Yi Feng turned his head and glanced at the Third Prince, whose body was grazed by the sharp arrow, leaving a trail of blood. Yi Feng shouted, "Third Prince, hold on a little longer. It won't be long before we can start a massacre!"
The Third Prince was unable to divert his attention to speak. He shouted and the vortex around him became thicker. The arrows were instantly pulled away by the vortex. The area around the Third Prince became a void.
An Yi looked at the Third Prince's power and could not help but sigh. When he was at the Third Prince's age, he did not have such achievements. He thought of the Third Prince's power and influence. His heart was filled with admiration, even towards his brother, the current Emperor of Azure Blue, An Yi, he had never admired him. However, he could not help but admire his nephew.
Whether it was his ability to scheme or his talent as a warrior. The Third Prince was better than him. It was a pity that such a young talent was going to die here with another young talent.
"Bring me the arrows!" An Yi shouted.
Immediately, someone handed a special bow and arrows to An Yi. An Yi looked at Yi Feng, who was constantly flashing and blocking the rain of arrows. An Yi's eyes were fierce.
An Yi pulled the bowstring into a full moon shape and poured all of his Dou Qi into the arrow. He stared straight at Yi Feng. Looking at Yi Feng in the middle of the whirlpool, An Yi finally let out a loud shout. The arrow filled with his Dou Qi left the bowstring and shot out.
The arrow broke through the air and there seemed to be pitch-black cracks in the space where it passed.
This arrow was like a hot knife through butter. It quickly passed through space and approached Yi Feng. Yi Feng, who was in the center of the vortex, could not block or dodge all the arrows in the sky. Yi Feng felt that the arrow behind him could easily pierce through him. It was too late for him to dodge.
An Yi looked at his arrow quickly approaching Yi Feng with a smile on his face. With Yi Feng's strength, it was impossible for him to dodge or block the arrow. An Yi almost guessed that Yi Feng would be shot through.
"Teleport!"
However, when An Yi saw that the arrow was about to touch Yi Feng's body, Yi Feng's figure suddenly disappeared. The arrow pierced through the void and hit the ground hard. Soon, the arrow was buried in the ground, but no one knew how deep it went.
"Impossible!"
An Yi roared. He could not believe that Yi Feng could dodge his arrow. However, when he saw Yi Feng appear on the other side, An Yi finally accepted the fact.
"Teleport! It's teleport! " An Yi gritted his teeth and muttered. He looked at Yi Feng gloomily and shouted angrily, "I'd like to see how many times you can teleport! Give me an arrow! "
An Yi took an arrow from a soldier and pulled the string. Once again, the arrow flew toward Yi Feng with a whistling sound.
"Hmph!"
Yi Feng snorted coldly. Yi Feng was already prepared. An Yi's arrow naturally could not achieve the same effect as the first one. However, since An Yi wanted to see how many times he could teleport, he would let him see.
The corners of Yi Feng's mouth curled up in a cold smile. He looked at the fog that was already spreading out more and more. He turned his head to look at the Third Prince. Seeing that he could still barely block the rain of arrows that filled the sky, Yi Feng also relaxed slightly.
"Teleport!"
Just as An Yi's arrow was about to touch Yi Feng, Yi Feng shouted again and teleported. An Yi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
At the same time, Yi Feng did not forget to use the Spirit Summoning Art. Yi Feng did not use any advanced Spirit Summoning Art. He only used the most basic Spirit Summoning Art to form a giant palm of energy and then pressed it toward the soldiers. Although he could only kill a dozen people at a time, his momentum was extremely shocking. Especially the miserable state of the soldiers who were crushed, it was unbearable to look at.
An Yi saw that Yi Feng could still kill people on his side under such a dense rain of arrows and his arrow attack. His face instantly turned livid. He gripped the bow tightly and blue veins popped out. Obviously, he was extremely angry. However, An Yi also had a new understanding of Spirit Summoners. No wonder they were the most mysterious and honorable Spirit Summoners. They really made people jealous.
"Yi Feng, I want you dead!" An Yi said word by word.
Yi Feng used his arrows to block the rain of arrows. His tone was cold and expressionless as he said, "That will depend on your methods!"
"You guys, let's kill them together!" An Yi said to the people behind him.
Hearing An Yi's words, Third Prince's face turned pale. This rain of arrows was the best he could do. If another team came, he would not be able to handle it.
Third Prince turned to look at Yi Feng and saw Yi Feng's cold smile. Third Prince could not help but try to move closer to Yi Feng. However, under the rain of arrows, it was difficult for him to move even one step.
Third Prince would rather be attacked by thousands of people than be shot by thousands of arrows.
Yi Feng also didn't like being surrounded by thousands of arrows. It was already a great danger to him. Even he was forced to retreat under thousands of arrows. If it weren't for the Mind-manipulating Skill, he might have been suppressed by An Yi.
"Feng! What should we do? " The Third Prince saw that the Taoist behind him had already loaded his arrows and shouted loudly. However, in this distraction, two sharp arrows brushed past his body. Two faint traces of blood appeared on his arm, causing the Third Prince to break out in a cold sweat.
"They have used their bows and arrows. It won't be long before they die!"
Yi Feng saw that the smoke had reached the soldiers' camp and sneered in his heart.
Third Prince did not know what Yi Feng meant, but he was relieved. He believed Yi Feng, because Yi Feng would not joke about his life.
"Ah …"
Just as those people were about to shoot again, the soldiers suddenly twitched and white foam came out of their mouths.
An Yi was shocked. He smelled a strange smell in the air and shouted in horror, "The smoke is poisonous. Hold your breath and cover your nose with water."
Hearing An Yi's words, everyone held their breath. One by one, they poured out the water from their military pots and covered their mouths and noses.
Seeing An Yi's quick reaction, Yi Feng sneered and muttered to himself, "You have a fast reaction. I was wondering how long they could hold their breath!"
"Third Prince, now it's our turn!" Yi Feng sneered. Thinking that it was because of the poison, the archers finally stopped shooting.
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