"Who did it, who did it?" The Third Boss roared. Although he was injured, he still had his cultivation. Just who was it that could actually kill someone under the watchful eyes of so many bandits?
"Pu" Another bandit's throat was slit and he fell to the ground. Just Now, he was the first to agree with Third Boss that he wanted to cut Li Qingshan into a thousand pieces.
The dark forest seemed to hide a terrifying demon. A terrifying shadow instantly enveloped all the bandits. No one could see who did it. How did it happen? They didn't know if they would be the next to die. The fear of the unknown was the scariest.
In the chaos, the third and fourth bandits fell to the ground. It was as if the scythe of the grim reaper was silently harvesting lives.
The night wind was cold. An exquisite hunting knife, like a venomous snake, slithered through the tall withered grass. The blade was covered with dark grass juice, so it didn't reflect any light.
Tonight, there was no moon.
Li Qingshan stood in the dark forest on the hillside, watching everything. Only he could see Little Ann holding the hunting knife, pacing back and forth among the bandits. His face was filled with anger.
The words of these bandits had completely enraged him. His numb and withered heart for a long time burst forth with such strong emotions for the first time. He wanted to kill all these people.
Li Qingshan saw that Little Ann tried to get close to Third Boss several times, but was blocked. The blood energy of a third-rate master was already extremely strong, and could already restrain Yin ghosts. The reason why Little Ann could get close to him was because he used his own life energy to nourish him every day.
"Ah!" "Ah!" Two screams were heard, two more bandits died. The Third Boss was not a useless person, he shouted: "Everyone gather together, stick together!" All the bandits gathered around him to ensure his safety.
The blood energy and life energy gathered together like a huge flame. Even Little Ann couldn't get close.
Li Qingshan drank a mouthful of the spiritual wine in the gourd. Demon Ox's Fist of Great Strength wasn't known for speed, nor did it have any so-called Qinggong. He relied on the endurance of an ox and the replenishment of the spiritual wine to catch up.
He replenished his vitality and raised the Stone Splitter bow. Now, it's my turn to make a move!
"Peng!" The pitch-black night sky was startled. Just from the sound alone, one could tell that it was an extremely powerful bowstring. The sound was short and elegant, carrying with it a sharp force that could cut through the air.
The arrow whistled through the darkness in the distance, piercing through the chest of a bandit and nailing into the body of the bandit behind him. Killing two birds with one stone!
The moment he heard the twang of the bowstring, the bandit had already been pierced. The bandits had been through quite a few battles, yet none of them could react in time. The third boss knew that this was because the arrow was faster than sound. The person who shot it was an expert. In all of Qingyang, there seemed to be only a single person who could shoot an arrow like that with a single bow.
No, it's not that person. Otherwise, he would be dead by now! The Third Boss glanced at his injured right shoulder and remembered the brat who had forced him into this situation. Originally, he thought he had been careless, which was why he had fallen for the sneak attack. He never thought the brat's archery would be so terrifying.
In reality, Li Qingshan's archery was not particularly accurate. Moreover, he had suddenly used a heavy bow like the Stone Splitter bow from such a great distance. However, the bandits were all gathered together, so there was no need for him to take aim. All he had to do was shoot at the centre, and there was no reason for him to miss.
"Third boss, it's that brat from before. He's caught up."
"T- he's trying to kill us all!"
"The arrow came from that direction. Let's fight it out with him!"
"No, we can't. Once we separate …"
As they argued, the second arrow pierced the chest of another bandit. Every single bandit's face twisted in fear. They were so flustered that they were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The third boss ordered, "It's all that brat's doing! Let's charge up and kill him together!" He led the bandits as they charged up the hill, yelling and shouting.
Li Qingshan stood where he was without any hesitation, shooting arrow after arrow.
An arrow shot out from the taut bowstring, whistling through the darkness. It pierced through three withered leaves as it spun, stabbing into the body of a bandit. Then, it pierced through layers of flesh until it was stuck in the bones. Just Now, it unwillingly stopped moving.
The immense impact of the arrow didn't even leave the bandit with a chance to cry out in agony. One of the bandits by the side halted his footsteps and looked over in horror. Before the fear in his eyes could dissipate, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and he lost consciousness.
The interval between the arrows was actually so short. The bandits' charge came to a halt, and they hurriedly searched for cover. However, before they could even catch their breaths, the strange bloody marks once again appeared on their throats. They were even more accurate and terrifying than the arrows.
Someone died at every moment. The morale that had been raised by fear vanished. Only when they returned to their senses did they discover that the third boss had already mounted a pony and galloped off towards the Black Wind stronghold. They immediately scattered.
Li Qingshan carried the Stone Splitter bow on his back and felt his arms ache slightly. The power of the three stone bow really was extraordinary. He had only fired a dozen or so arrows, and he found it rather difficult to continue. He sucked in a deep breath and took another sip of alcohol.
"Little Ann, let's chase after them!"
In the Crouching Ox village, the villagers were still in a state of panic. Li Long was currently ordering people to collect the corpses.
"A 'Long, how did you end up like this?" An old, dignified voice rang out in the darkness.
Li Long shuddered. "Master, why have you come?" It was the master of the Iron Fist who had shaken up Qingyang city, the Iron Lion Liu Hong.
"I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to subdue those bandits, so I came to take a look." Liu Hong emerged from the darkness. His eyes were like rings, and he radiated dignity even without being angry. He wore large, luxurious robes and seemed awe-inspiring, like a mighty lion. He glanced at the corpses of the bandits. "You've fallen out with the Black Wind stronghold … Hmm? You didn't do it. What a heavy blow. Tell me, what happened?"
Li Long could only tell him everything in detail. When Liu Hong heard the third boss' actions, he snorted coldly. "How dare he look down on me and the Iron Fist like this? If I were here, I'd definitely kill him myself. I'd like to see whether that blind bear is bold enough to fall out with me or not."
When he heard how Li Qingshan had struck out, he praised, "What boldness and skill. How old do you think this Li Qingshan is? "
"Roughly fifteen." Li Long himself was rather surprised, so he could only say it out loud. Only now did he remember that Li Qingshan was only a teenager.
"What! He's only fifteen!?" Liu Hong was shocked. He was a veteran of the jianghu. Let alone fifteen-year-old third-rate masters, he had even seen first-rate masters before. However, behind these talented youths were all the shadows of large clans and sects. At the very least, they had a master with unparalleled martial arts.
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