Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Mongolian cavalrymen had grown up on horseback, and riding and archery were almost innate. As soon as the officer finished speaking, the sound of bowstrings snapping could be heard. Arrows that emitted a cold aura shot towards Zhou Zhao at lightning speed.
The arrows were powerful and accurate. If dozens of arrows were shot at the same time, even a martial arts expert would be killed.
Over the years, countless kung fu experts of the Central Plains had died under the arrows of the cavalry.
The black-armored, strong-built, dark-faced officer revealed a sinister smile.
Zhou Zhao's body was like a gust of wind. He circulated his Serpentine Flipping Technique to the limit and instantly passed by the Mongolian soldiers. Instantly, heads flew everywhere, and the headless corpses were still convulsing. Their limbs were trembling, and blood was gushing out like a fountain. If an ordinary person saw this, they would have been scared to death.
However, the hundred Yuan Dynasty soldiers in front of him were indeed experienced soldiers. They instantly realized what was going on and shot out arrows.
Zhou Zhao's expression changed slightly. His entire body was as agile as a fox, light and strange. He was clearly flying forward, but in the nick of time, he moved ten feet away, avoiding the arrow that was shooting towards him.
Clang!
Another crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed sounded, but to the Yuan Dynasty soldiers, it sounded like a demon's song.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream rang out as a Mongolian soldier's face was slashed diagonally. Instantly, his face turned ferocious and terrifying. Blood flowed wildly as he covered his face with his hands and fell to the ground. His body kept twitching.
"Shoot again!"
The expression of the officer in the distance changed drastically as he roared furiously! The outcome of being close to a martial artist was definitely miserable. He shivered all over. While giving orders, he took out the iron body bow hanging on the horse's abdomen and nocked the arrow. It was smooth and beautiful, as if it had been tempered thousands of times, just like a textbook.
He was a condor archer of the Mongol race, and his riding and archery skills were one in a hundred. At this moment, he brazenly attacked.
Bang!
The bowstring vibrated, and a dark arrow pierced through the void like a ghost, heading straight for Zhou Zhao's heart.
"Kill them!"
Zhou Zhao's face was cold and stern. Suddenly, his entire body began to twist like a dragon or snake. It was strange and filled with the beauty of power. It was as if a giant python was accumulating power and twisting. Suddenly, he soared into the sky and shot up.
He narrowly avoided the fatal black arrow!
The Snake Flipping was a rare high-tier skill among lightness skills. Its exquisiteness was almost comparable to any movement technique of the present age.
Clang!
The crisp sound of gold and jade colliding entered the Yuan soldiers 'ears. They immediately felt a chill down their spines, because this meant that another comrade had been killed.
As expected, another Yuan Dynasty soldier fell while clutching his throat. He screamed for help. His neck was cut diagonally, and dark red blood gushed out. He was not saved at all. He looked like a malicious ghost as he staggered forward, causing everyone to feel a chill in their hearts.
They already understood that the enemy was deliberately torturing them so that they wouldn't die for a while, but they were in extreme pain and suffering. They could only watch their blood flow out and die.
Even though they had done many evil things, when the punishment fell on their heads, they felt goosebumps all over their bodies.
It was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. In fact, from Zhou Zhao's appearance to the officer's attack, it had only happened in a dozen breaths. It was like a flash of lightning, making people dizzy.
The slaughter continued. Zhou Zhao's white clothes were spotless, and the sword in his left hand swept past a Yuan Dynasty soldier every second. The Yuan Dynasty soldier's face was slashed diagonally, or his neck was slashed diagonally. For a while, he didn't die. He could only wail on the spot and wait for death in pain.
And from beginning to end, they were unable to see how Zhou Zhao drew his sword. Fast, too fast! Before he could recover, he had already fallen to the ground.
Finally, the remaining Mongolian soldiers were terrified because Zhou Zhao was closing in. His white clothes were whiter than snow, and his three-foot-long blade was actually able to take on a hundred people.
"Retreat!"
"Retreat quickly!"
……
The officer in black armor turned pale and roared. He turned his horse around and fled into the distance. At this moment, there were only 20 to 30 Mongolian soldiers left. When they heard this, they scattered with a loud bang. They urged their warhorses to run, wanting to escape from this terrifying killing god in white.
"Run, can you escape?"
Zhou Zhao's cold face was filled with coldness. If it was any other second-rate or even first-rate expert, after experiencing a high-intensity battle, it was very likely that their zhenqi would be exhausted or their bodies would be extremely tired. They could only watch helplessly as the Yuan soldiers retreated. However, Zhou Zhao, who had cultivated the Yellow Emperor Internal Cultivation Technique, had endless zhenqi in his body. His bones and muscles were nourished by zhenqi, and he was almost in his best condition. How could he let them escape?
At that moment, Zhou Zhao flew out and pounced on the fleeing Yuan soldiers.
An hour later, Zhou Zhao returned with more than 30 heads. At this time, the village was only left with broken walls, the ground was in a mess, and corpses were everywhere.
"The system hasn't notified us yet. Is the mission not completed yet?”
Zhou Zhao looked around and only raised his head after a while. Could it be that there were more Mongolian soldiers coming to join them?
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