Yi Yan's whole body was constantly turning because of struggle, and the environment in his eyes also changed. Although it was dark, he could barely see the near valley and distant mountains in the stars, with different depths.

A village built of giant trees entrenched on the top of the mountain. The outermost part is a fence made of wood. The wood is sharpened, like a horse-resisting pile. If you want to attack, the arrow towers and various defensive objects there will definitely cause heavy casualties and injuries to those who come.

A ruthless mountain wind poured into Yi Yan's mouth and nose.

The group of bandits below surrounded a semicircle, and some one shouted: "Wang Su, look at it, this arrow shot his right foot."

Wang Su on the other side saw no movement, and was still fighting with the sand village master.

Wang Su's sword looked like his man at first glance, with hard lines, straight blades on the back and forth, with a sharp blade. The sword's momentum opened and closed, simple and stiff. Every time the knife passed, there must be a black light that broke through the air, and a heart-pounding sound of cracking the air.

The knife in the Shazhai master's hand was a scimitar. The sword was in an arc shape, and his body was changing and strange. Just like the sword, it was always unexpected that each sword was a half arc.

Wang Su's sword was stiff and direct, and the Shazhai Master's was a strange and unpredictable one.

Yi Yan couldn't tell who had the upper hand, and he was not sure that Wang Su would risk his life to save him. He regretted that he had come up the mountain.

In Yi Yan's feeling, since he left Luo Xiao Mountain, Wang Su became more indifferent to him. The sword that taught the mind when he came to Tianlang Mountain made him feel cold and fearful.

He could feel the cold Su that penetrated deep into his bones, which was unique to Wang Su, just like the knife in his hand.

It would be false to say that he didn't want Wang Su to come to save him. He was afraid of death, afraid of those good things, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart would be disillusioned without warning.

Yi Yan turned in the wind, and no one saw his tears of fear.

The wind blew him and he tried hard to lift his legs to face the bandit who was about to shoot arrows. But he couldn't do it, and he was frantically sensing his spiritual power.

If the spiritual power in his body is the water in the reservoir, then his body is a dry field, waiting for the water in the reservoir to irrigate. However, the water in the reservoir cannot flow into the fields actively, and someone must release the sluice gate to guide them. This person is Yi Yan's own consciousness. However, the person who goes to the sluice gate to release water is blocked by the road and cannot reach it.

However, this consciousness that controls the body is not blocked. What is blocked is the consciousness that can open the water gate. After all, Yi Yan does not have enough control over his own spiritual power, so he is easily cut off by others.

The bandit's bow below had been pulled open, and the torch next to him was striking his face, and his face was imprinted into Yi Yan's heart. The eyes of the triangle, the eyebrows of the horn, the nose of the sky, and the big yellow teeth of the mouth when they opened their mouths and laughed.

Yi Yan began to pray in his heart that someone would save him. If he could save him, he would be a cow and a horse for him for the rest of his life. He prayed that Wang Su suddenly showed his power and slashed the person who was fighting against him with a knife, then rushed into the bandit group and killed them one by one.

"ah."

Yi Yan screamed in horror, hurriedly arched his feet, and an arrow shot from under his feet.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The bandits laughed.

"Uncle Wang save me."

Yi Yan cried. Although he was a little stubborn, he always thought in his heart that he would laugh out loud in the face of life and death like those celebrities in history, and be able to leave calmly without changing his face. But after all, he was just a teenager who grew up in an ordinary town, and he was only fifteen years old this year. He was timid and afraid of death.

He regretted not staying in Luoxiao Mountain and regretted following Wang Su.

"Uncle Wang save me, save me." Yi Yan's voice was filled with crying, as if he had reached the verge of collapse.

The bandits below laughed loudly, and the torch of the bandits standing in a semicircle reflected the smiles on their faces into Yi Yan's heart.

Wang Su was still fighting with the Shazhai Lord, and ignored Yi Yan at all, as if he really didn't know him.

Another arrow shot.

Yi Yan twisted his body frantically, part of his wrist was already numb, and the pain in the binding area penetrated deep into the bone marrow and blood flowed.

The arrow pierced into his calf and severe pain surged into his heart. His whole body trembled.

His heavy body made him want to lift his body up. The arrow pointing at him below would take his life at any time. Even if he had moved, he would still struggle wildly.

If someone has seen a dog struggling wildly when his neck is pinched by someone, he will find how similar it is to Yi Yan now.

Wang Su didn't care about him, and the bandits below still shot him with arrows.

He wanted to struggle to get rid of his wrist.

His feet were stomping and kicking wildly in the void. At this time, he thought of "Touching the Way", and when he thought of "Touching the Way", he naturally thought of the "Touching the Way".

"Concentrate and calm your energy, and you will be as trampled on the air."

But at this time, how could he concentrate and feel the void calmly?

So after he recited it silently for a few times, he shouted loudly, shouting the mantra one after another, and his feet stepped on the void. His voice was filled with despair and fear.

He struggled wildly, shouting heart-wrenchingly in the laughter of the bandits below. No matter how painful his hand was, he would rather break his hand than break it.

He didn't feel that the feeling of being pinched by the Broken Spirit Zi on his neck was slowly fading.

Just as he pushed the void again and again, he did not notice a faint light appearing under his feet. A trace of buoyancy appeared under his feet, just like in water. Every time he pushed, his body floated up a little, and his hands were lighter for a moment, and then he sank quickly.

Gradually, the power under the feet became more and more powerful, and the void seemed to be more and more powerful.

His feet couldn't help but step on the void quickly, and his body was trying hard to drill from the bottom to the water surface as if in deep water.

The bandits below had already seen it. In their eyes, Yi Yan's body was not as heavy as before, but was constantly floating up in struggle. Around him, it seemed like a fog was holding him up, and the rope on his hand was no longer so tightly.

The bandits were just shooting an arrow each, shooting like fun.

Seeing the changes in Yi Yan's body, I thought to myself: "It turns out there are still magic."

No one was surprised. In the world today, no one could have any magical powers that could move mountains and seas, but there were more people who practiced. For example, their village leader was a monk. In addition to being much more powerful than them, he also had to eat, play with women, and needed money. There was nothing high above all else, not as noble and ethereal as the legendary, and not as unparalleled as the world.

They all raised their bows together, pulled them open, and arrows came out.

Arrows cut through the dark night sky, making it difficult to capture the trajectory of the arrows.

At this moment, Yi Yan felt that the danger caused was coming. He turned around and looked down. It was the moment when the arrows in the hands of the bandits left the string. Under the dark sky, the little arrows were as cold as stars.

It was already in front of me in a blink of an eye.

Yi Yan's body turned around and avoided it desperately. He just avoided it by feeling and twisted it. In this moment, his body seemed to break through the bond, like a fish in the water, extremely flexible, flying and twisting in the small void.

After the arrows passed Yi Yan felt the scorching pain everywhere, but there was no fatal injury. He found that there was no fatal injury on his body, and when he breathed a sigh of relief, a dizziness immediately came.

The strength on his body seemed to have been exhausted in this moment, and his body hung heavily on the rope again.

Among the bandits, the only one of them did not shoot arrows just now. He picked up the bow in his hand and said, "If a dog is anxious, he can jump over the wall, but if a person is anxious, he can fly to the sky. It's great, but no matter what, there is only a dead end in front of my bow."

This man was the bandit who caught Yi Yan. No one knew his original name. Everyone called him "kill with one arrow" because he had a bow in his hand that could shoot and kill a cultivator.

The bow body is yellow and is made of boxwood, with smooth lines. There is a rune on the bow in the middle of the bow. If someone holds it in his hand, he will find that the bow looks like dry wood, but it is quite heavy.

"Brother Kill, I haven't seen you take action for a long time."

"Yes, it's been a long time since the killer of spells."

A bandit quickly sent an arrow.

There is an unwritten rule in this copycat. If you encounter someone who knows magic and practice, the arrow you shoot in the end will usually be given to "kill with one arrow" to complete.

There are rumors in this village that in fact, he can know witchcraft by killing his ancestors with one arrow. Some people say that he is also a practitioner and can seize spiritual power from those he kills with his own hands.

This is true when killing a practitioner and getting spiritual power. I don’t know how I took one arrow to kill myself, but as long as I use this bow to kill a person with practice, he can feel the power to enter his body. When he pulls the bow and shoots the arrow, he will feel that the power on the arrow is much greater.

He never told this secret, nor had he obtained any method of practice. He once wanted to ask clearly from the village leader.

As soon as he spoke, the Shazhai Master knew what he meant and said, "You are a human being. The power you sense is a resentful evil spirit. The more unwilling to die, the more evil spirit you get, the greater the evil spirit you get."

After saying this, he stopped talking. No matter how he asked with one arrow, the Shazhaimaster was just talking about the master's magic and should not be passed on randomly. However, the Shazhaimaster's expression knew from the Shazhaimaster's expression that for practitioners, he was not special, and the bow in his hand was obviously not in the eyes of the Shazhaimaster's eyes.

Even so, he himself is still a treasure, and others envy his bow.
Chapter completed!