"Ah!"
"Damn it! Run!! "
As the number of people rushing out from the corner increased, the sloppy man who was hiding behind another fork also revealed a grave expression.
There were more than 70 bandits chasing after the players, and half of them were archers. All of them were armed to the teeth, and their archery skills were extraordinary. In just a few seconds of pursuit, they had taken down seven bandits, and the remaining eight had fled with injuries!
The unkempt middle-aged man naturally did not believe that forty or so Blessed Realm players would be scared off by seventy or so Blessed Realm bandits. He carefully held his breath and stood quietly in a relatively hidden spot. He watched the group charge past them while he searched for the bandits behind them.
Very soon!
He discovered that most of the players who were knocked down were killed by a man with a silver metal bow …
The person holding the bow was very eye-catching. His hair was unkempt, his eyes were like an angry lion, and his arms were like an ape's. He gave people the feeling that he was always brave and domineering. The horse he was riding was fiery red, and its eyes were bright. There was a diamond-shaped mark on its forehead.
The tiger-lion-like man was galloping at the very front of the group of horse bandits. The huge silver bow in his hand was over 1.5 meters long, and its body was smooth and taut. Under the sunlight, it was very eye-catching and intimidating.
The giant silver bow in the hands of the tiger-and-lion man was drawing and drawing rapidly! Every time Shi Feng's Gaze, the sound of his bowstring vibrated the air with a sonic boom, nailing a player into the ground. The sight of Shi Feng's Gaze was enough to strike fear into the hearts of others.
After losing more than ten people, the fleeing group finally realized that the situation was bad …
The highwaymen deliberately controlled their speed and chased after them, killing them slowly. Very soon, they had lost nearly half of their men. Furthermore, they refused to let go of the people who were carrying the tributes. It was only a matter of time before they were completely wiped out.
"Throw away the tribute!"
The man with the high-tier body fortification technique was clearly the leader of the group. Once he regained his composure, he realized that the group had come for the tribute, so he gritted his teeth and ordered his companions to throw away the tribute.
"Boss!!"
The three players with the tributes hesitated.
They had planned it meticulously and seized it from the thirteen staff-using monks after much difficulty. They had even sacrificed more than ten of their brothers for it. No one would be able to let go of the priceless tribute just like that.
"There's only one Mystical Realm martial artist! Let's split up! "
One of them was quick-witted and suggested loudly.
The leader's eyes lit up.
"Alright!"
"One is one. This trip wasn't in vain!" As long as they could leave behind a single tribute, their sacrifices today would be rewarded handsomely. The group of people quickly moved.
"Cover me!!"
The man in the lead took the box from one of the men's hands and quickly gave instructions to the man. His inner force instantly broke through the Gate of Entry and Creation! His body became light, and he moved at full speed. With one leap, he traveled dozens of feet and landed in the distance.
The other two turned around at the same time and left the government-made road with the tribute box.
The sloppy middle-aged man saw everything clearly from afar. His eyes lit up as he chuckled and muttered, "He's not that stupid after all." Before his voice faded away, he quickly disappeared from where he stood and chased after one of them.
"Split up!!"
The players split into three groups, and the bandits also split into three groups without another word. They sped up, and the rain of arrows chased after them.
The Mystical Realm martial artist chased after a group of people to the left.
With the long-distance Cloud Piercing Arrows, the group of bandits were all killed before they could run far. The first tribute box naturally fell into the hands of the Mystical Realm bandit.
The bandit redirected his gaze and looked at the battle raging on the government-made road. He frowned slightly and gave an order. The sound of horse hooves thundered loudly, and they rushed to the second tribute box like a tidal wave.
The twenty or so bandits on the government-made road no longer had a Mystical Realm martial artist guarding them. Before they could charge far, they ran into the frenzied counterattack from the remaining dozen or so Blessed Realm martial artists!
The NPCs had chased after them like prey for a long time. Now that it was time for revenge, all of them would fight with their lives on the line.
If they could kill the thirteen staff-using monks, who were as tough as nails, then all of them were pretty good regardless of whether it was their martial arts, equipment, or weapons!
Even if they could not fight against three alone, they could still easily fight against two alone.
The situation instantly changed!
Within a short period of time, the twenty or so bandits were cut down along with their horses. They turned from being chased after by the players into a gift under the players' weapons. If it were not for the fact that blood would turn black within a short period of time, the scene would have been incredibly bloody and terrifying.
When the Mystical Realm martial artist rushed over with a group of people to provide reinforcements, the twenty or so bandits were already dead on the government-made road. The players scattered like birds and beasts!
"Kill them!"
The Mystical Realm bandit leader's gaze was cold and fierce. With just one simple word, he made all the bandits chase after them. He patted his horse and quickly caught up to two players.
With two Popular Chases After the Moon, he easily pinned down the two people before he turned to look at the other prey in his field of vision.
Just like that, the number of people in the group that attacked the thirteen staff-using monks was reduced to single digits, and their numbers continued to decrease as the Mystical Realm martial artist chased after them.
However!
All of this was something that all the members of the group had done on their own initiative.
To hold back the Mystical Realm martial artist and protect the last two tribute boxes, they could only use their own lives as bait to attract the Mystical Realm martial artist's hatred as much as possible so that they could stall him in this small area and buy more time for their brothers to protect the tribute boxes.
When the Mystical Realm martial artist pinned down the last person in his field of vision and opened the map again, the two red dots on the map had already gone to two places that were very far away in two different directions!
He scowled.
The group of Forest Green Bandits hastily split into two rows again and disappeared at the end of the government-made road.
…
At the foot of Mount Song was a man with a high-tier body fortification technique in the forest to the east. His gaze was firm, and he ran madly through the forest as if there was wind under his feet. He held a tribute box in his left hand and a sword in his right. The pathetic state he had been in previously had disappeared, and he looked much more relaxed.
Because, not far behind him, there was a shredded piece of paper that he had just received. On it was written:
"He went west! Be careful on the road! "
Unfortunately, good things did not last long.
The man had obviously forgotten one thing.
He was in Mount Song's Shaolin Temple.
Shaolin Temple disciples frequently appeared at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and the brocade box in his hands was like a mobile radio station that continuously sent out signals. It attracted all the players within a circular area of one mile.
Soon, vague figures appeared around the forest.
The man's face turned slightly pale, and he stopped moving in fear.
Enemies were bound to meet!
The people who came over were the ones in the lead. They were dressed in grayish-white monk robes and held Eyebrow-level Staffs in their hands. Their faces were pale, but their breathing was long and steady. They stared at him coldly. They were the thirteen staff-using monks who had been resurrected in Shaolin Temple.
…
The Mystical Realm bandit led around twenty bandits to the government-made road outside the pavilion.
Before he could get close, two Blessed Realm bandits grunted in pain at the same time and tumbled down from their horses. It shocked the group of bandits so much that they tugged on their reins at the same time and glared at the lone man in black who had appeared in the pavilion!
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