The black shadow could be said to be a mountain range, but it could also be said to be the arm of a demon god.
At the very front of the mountain range, in the sky above Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong, there were five mountain peaks that looked like five fingers.
The rain of swords fell on the mountain peak, causing smoke and dust to rise, and the sound of cracking could be heard continuously.
The speed at which the mountain was sinking became slower and slower until it finally stopped.
During the entire process, Xu You Rong didn't look at the night sky, as if she didn't care about it. Of course, it could also be understood as her trust in Chen Chang Sheng.
She thrust the temple sword into the grass beside her.
With a light 'chi' sound, the green grass began to emit green smoke, but it wasn't scorched. Its posture became even more upright, appearing full of vitality.
She untied a longbow made of paulownia wood from her back.
A bow made of Tong wood was the Tong Bow of the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
Only Nanke, Chen Chang Sheng, Qiu Shan Jun, Gou Han Shi and a few others knew that Xu You Rong's strongest technique was not sword arts.
The temple sword had been found by Chen Changsheng in the Garden of Zhou and then returned to Holy Maiden Peak.
The Sword of Great Light had only been mastered after she had obtained the temple sword.
As for the Tong Bow, it had always been on her back since she was a child.
Normally, no one would be able to see this longbow.
He would only appear when she needed him.
For example, at this moment.
Xu Yourong took out an arrow and nocked it on the string.
These were the Wu Arrows.
Her expression was calm as she raised her bow.
His movements were steady and smooth, with the feeling of floating clouds and flowing water. At the same time, it was like the superimposition of a dozen or so images, extremely clear.
The bowstring was pulled, and it gradually looked like the moon that the demons in the north worshipped.
Her eyelashes did not blink.
The wind picked up.
His white ceremonial robes fluttered.
His black hair also floated up, parallel to the arrow.
Her delicate fingers left the strings.
The Tong Bow began to play.
It was said that paulownia wood was the best material for a zither. No wonder it sounded so beautiful.
The sound of the strings echoed in the grassland.
The arrow came before the sound.
Several miles away.
A bloody hole appeared between the eyebrows of a demon cavalryman.
The bloody hole was very round, and its edges were very smooth. It even made people want to use the word 'delicate' to describe it.
Then, Xu Yourong drew the bow a second time, a third time, a fourth time …
Her movements were always steady, and there was a kind of concise beauty to them.
In a very short time, the quiver was empty.
Thirty Wu Arrows left the string of the Tong Bow and flew into the darkness, heading straight for the wolf cavalry several li away.
Muffled groans could be heard continuously.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The demon cavalry continued to fall.
Cries of fear rang out incessantly.
The wolf cavalry scattered in all directions.
Thirty arrows could only cause thirty deaths at most.
Logically speaking, spreading out was the best choice.
Xu Yourong once more raised the Tong Bow, though there were no arrows left.
This time, it was obvious that she took a lot longer than before.
Finally, she released the bowstring.
The bowstring was stained with a bit of blood. It met the night wind, rubbed against it, and began to burn, producing a golden flame.
The arrows that had pierced through the skulls of the demon cavalry.
The arrows that pierced through the giant wolf's body.
Those Wu Arrows that had brought death and then vanished into the night … had suddenly returned.
Thirty Wu Arrows trailed fiery tails as they chased after the wolf cavalry scattered across the plains. They were like blazing birds of fire, but also like dazzling shooting stars.
Many years ago in the Garden of Zhou, at the end of Sunset Valley, Nanke had experienced a similar attack.
After that night, this was the first time Xu Yourong had used such a method.
How could the wolf cavalry avoid it?
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.
The plains constantly resounded with the sounds of Wu Arrows piercing through solid objects.
The Wu Arrows trailing fiery tails chased after the wolf cavalry, driving away the darkness. Wherever they went, death followed.
After an unknown amount of time, the voices finally stopped.
The dark plains regained their peace.
But it was more accurate to call it a deathly stillness.
Because the plains had already become a graveyard.
Corpses lay strewn across an area of several li in circumference.
Whether it was the demon cavalry or the giant wolves, they had all died. No one had been spared.
The plains reflected the starlight, giving off a rather damp feeling.
It was not an empty mountain, but like a fresh rain.
This was not a drizzle, but blood.
Xu Yourong thrust the Tong Bow into the ground.
The Tong Bow was very long, standing even taller than her. It really did look like a harp.
In reality, it was not a harp, but a tree.
In an instant, countless branches sprouted from the Tong Bow, bearing countless green leaves that gently swayed in the night wind.
A fresh and clean air fell like a waterfall over her and Chen Changsheng, and it also fell on the Earth Monkey.
The Earth Monkey was peeking at her. It was shocked, and then it felt its injuries heal with unimaginable speed.
The green branches continued to grow, quickly growing into a large tree.
This was a Wutong tree.
This Wutong tree contained the Tong Palace array.
She unsheathed the temple sword and walked to Chen Changsheng's side, gazing up at the mountain in the night sky.
"The Wutong tree can last eighty seconds. Think of some other method."
Her temples were slightly damp and her expression was somewhat tired, but her eyes were still calm as if nothing had happened.
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A solitary Wutong tree suddenly appeared on the dark plains.
The branches of the tree extended through the thousands of swords, blocking the mountain in the night sky.
When the Tong Bow and Wu Arrows were combined, they formed the Wutong tree. The previous Holy Maiden of South Stream Temple had used her unimaginable wisdom and ability to embed the Tong Palace array into the bow and arrow, further increasing its power. Only a divine artifact like this could block the attacks of a legendary figure like Mountain Man Yanzhi.
Of course, not even this Wutong tree could last forever.
Countless peals of thunder resounded over the plains.
This was the sound of the heavy mountain pushing against the ground, the sound of rock and earth pressing against each other.
Mountain Man Yanzhi walked toward them.
His speed was very slow, but there were no openings. He was like a moving mountain range, exerting an unimaginable pressure on them.
There was also a mountain in the night sky, exuding an ancient and time-worn Qi. It was so heavy that it made one's heart palpitate.
The Wutong tree rustled, hundreds of green leaves falling. The trunk gradually bent, creaking as if it might snap at any moment.
The several thousand swords continued to slash at the mountain. Occasionally, bits of stone would fall to the ground and then dissipate into green light in the air.
Chen Changsheng's eyelashes trembled as he lowered his head to the ground, seemingly thinking of something.
Xu Yourong had told him to think of something. If he could not think of something, they might have to take a risk.
Chen Changsheng had a personality that disliked taking risks, but if he kept staring at the ground, what could he think of?
It wasn't like he could see a flower on the ground.
In truth, Chen Changsheng really was looking at a flower.
Xiao Zhang was lying on the ground, unconscious.
The white paper on his face fluttered in the wind, the specks of blood constantly shifting, making it look like wintersweet in the wind.
There were two holes in the white paper, where his eyes should have been. The nose and mouth had been drawn with a brush.
This was where Painted Armor Xiao Zhang's name had come from.
Why did Xiao Zhang cover his face with a white paper? This was a question that everyone was curious about.
Some people said that he had a birthmark on his face and was extremely ugly.
Some people said that he was extremely beautiful and that when he was young, he was often mistaken for a woman, and that he would often encounter other kinds of trouble, so he covered his face.
The most famous and acknowledged theory was that in order to surpass Wang Po, Xiao Zhang had forcefully cultivated some evil technique. In the end, he suffered a cultivation defect and was heavily injured, his face almost disfigured. As a result, he used a white paper to cover his face. It was said that the Elder of Heavenly Secrets had once asked him why he did not use a mask or a bamboo hat. Xiao Zhang said that he used a white paper to cover his face because he did not want to scare children, and it was not because he was ashamed to meet people, so why did he need to use a mask? As for the bamboo hat, it was even more depressing.
Based on Chen Changsheng's understanding of Xiao Zhang, the conversation between the Elder of Heavenly Secrets and Xiao Zhang in this story was probably fake. It was said that Xiao Zhang had only said it casually, so this story itself might not be true. Xiao Zhang's face did not have that terrifying wound.
Then just what was underneath the white paper?
Many people wanted to take off this white paper and take a look, but very few people dared to do so, and those people were already dead.
At this time, Xiao Zhang was unconscious. It could be said that this was the best opportunity to see his true appearance.
This truly was a great temptation. Chen Changsheng also seemed unable to endure it. He stretched out his hand, preparing to take off the white paper.
But with the powerful demons before him, their pressure as heavy as a mountain, and the situation so dangerous, how could he still have the mood to think about these things?
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(I don't understand the bow at all, but I especially like it, because I think it's very beautiful. That's why in the Qing Yu years, there's Yan Xiaoyi, in the Jianke, there's Young Master Shi who plays with a big sniper, and there's no need to even mention Jiang Ye. Ning Que's iron bow is the weapon I've written the most seriously about in my life. When I came to Choosing Heaven, my favorite was Xu Yourong using the bow and arrow. Although I didn't use it much, I got excited every time I wrote about it. When I wrote about her battle with Nanke, I told everyone that Yourong is my Kikyo, I love her, thank you. In the last chapter, I corrected a few typos and changed a few sentences. As for the difference between wintersweet and plum blossoms, some readers have reminded me, but I really don't understand. In any case, this is a different world, so let me paint the colors, heh heh.) (To be continued.)
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