Yumen Young Master

Chapter 138 Are You A Trash?fooled everyone
The black-clothed archers in the sky instantly increased their arrow-shooting attacks, and Fu Shuai led the golden-clothed guards he personally trained to fight against them.

"Shoot the Sand Eagle's Eye!" Fu Shuai urgently ordered to his brothers, and the brothers picked up their bows and arrows and pointed them into the air.

Since the men in black on Sand Eagle's back are archers, they must not be like the swordsmen in black they met before. Archers are good at long-distance aiming and archery, but not good at close-range combat. If you want to deal with them, you need to let them Come down from the sky and engage in melee combat.

Sand eagles are not real eagles. Eyes are the key to their souls. As long as you shoot sand eagles in the eyes, it is like destroying their lives.

But Sand Eagles fly in the air, their bodies are very flexible and strong, and they can protect themselves. The wings of Sand Eagles can knock off flying arrow feathers, and they can also swoop down to catch people. That is to say, these Sand Eagles have certain abilities. fighting ability.

Moreover, Sand Eagle's eyes are particularly sharp. Once they find something abnormal, they will be very difficult to aim. However, Fu Shuai's subordinates are all trained by him personally, and their archery skills are also quite superb.

Fu Shuai gave an order, and the sound of "swish" arrow feathers flew into the air and then fell down again. With so many people, no one was able to shoot Sha Ying in the eye.

Fu Shuai bent his knees, bent his legs, and set up a bow-drawing posture. A gust of wind passed by in the air. An arrow flew out of Fu Shuai's hand, and a mournful cry resounded in the sky. It fell and turned into quicksand in an instant.

The black-clothed archers on Sand Eagle's back lost their mounts, and their bodies fell from the air. The passionate warriors rushed over and slashed fiercely, and blood splattered all over the place.
The sand eagles in the sky became vigilant one after another, dodging nimbly in the air, Fu Shuai opened his bow and arrow again, a sand eagle swooped down from the air, and swept towards Fu Shuai with its sharp claws, Fu Shuai rolled twice on the ground , barely escaped.

Shaying didn't catch Fu Shuai, grabbed the two people beside him and threw them into the air, and fell down, turning into bloody meat sauce.

"Be careful! Protect yourself!" Fu Shuai yelled, and the Sand Eagles rushed down to arrest people.

"Boss...boss, second master." Someone yelled in horror, and found that Mo Wuhai was caught by the claws of a sand eagle.

Fu Shuai's expression froze, and just as he was about to shoot an arrow, he found that Mo Wuhai had grabbed the sand eagle's feet and feathers, and climbed up the sand eagle's back along the sand eagle's legs. The archers were swept down by a strong wind.

Under the eyes of everyone, Mo Wuhai rode on Shaying's back.

"The second master is mighty! The second master is mighty!" There was a burst of shouts on the ground, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

"Second Master actually tamed the enemy's Sand Eagle!" The soldiers around Mo Fanzheng immediately boosted their morale, roaring and slashing at the enemy, extremely heroic.

Fu Shuai looked at the man in the sky full of admiration, his eyes shone with hope. This man who is like a teacher and a father has always been respected and admired by him. I believe that this time, they will also be able to defeat Mo Wuming.

The situation has gradually changed, at least they have started to counterattack from the disadvantage of being surrounded, and they are no longer completely passive.

To be able to reach this point, the soldiers did everything they could to get it back with their lives and flesh and blood. Therefore, they should cherish this opportunity even more and take down the central castle in one fell swoop.

The black eagle feather armor on Mo Fanzheng shot like a gust of wind, beating the guards surrounded by golden clothes to pieces. Seeing the momentum of their soldiers, Mo Fanzheng fixed his eyes on the tower and looked indifferently. The people who watch all this happen.

Immediately afterwards, he flew up and flew straight towards the tower. Lian Na saw Mo Fanzheng flying towards him, and quickly hid behind Mo Fanke, exclaiming: "Brother Fanke, protect me!"

"Don't be afraid!" Mo Fanke looked at the cousin who had soared in strength in front of him, with a sneer on his face. He was looking forward to a life-and-death contest with this cousin who had endured for more than ten years.

Mo Fanzheng's attention was not on Mo Fanke, he focused his palms, and a quicksand gun gathered in the air, shooting straight into Lian Na's back from behind.

"what!"

Lian Na cried out in pain, her eyes were full of disbelief, Mo Fanke quickly turned to look at her, seeing a quicksand gun stuck in her back, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly supported her body: "Lian Na ,Are you OK?"

She thought there was a sneak attack from behind, but when she looked back, she found that there was no one there. She was stabbed in the back, who?Who is it?

There were no other enemies on the tower, only Mo Fanzheng came from the sky wearing black eagle feather armor, could it be Mo Fanzheng?How could he attack from behind her?

"How? How did you do it?" Lian Na asked unwillingly with a look of astonishment.

Mo Fanzheng's body slowly landed on the tower, and everyone above looked at him vigilantly. Standing on the tower, he said coldly, "What else do you do besides bullying others? Quicksand skills, what do you do?" How many levels will you have? What else can your mental power do besides condensing weapons? You think you are very powerful when you talk about other people's garbage all day long? The quicksand skill controlled by mental power can launch attacks at will in all directions. You don't even know that?"

Not to mention Lian Na, even the golden-cloaked elders were quite surprised. These skills are extremely confidential, and they are only known when they reach the elder level. How could this young boy know?
Lian Na said with a horrified look: "You...you are not trash? You deceived everyone." She had no idea that a person could be bullied and insulted for more than ten years without ever fighting back.

What kind of mental strength is needed to be able to do this?

"If I hadn't pretended to be a good-for-nothing, I would have become a lonely ghost like the other brothers of the Mo family."

Except for the two sons of Mo Wuming, the head of the Mo family, all the young descendants of the Mo family died tragically. If he didn't hide his strength, would he still be alive today?

For nearly a hundred years in the Mo family, those in power have not thought about making progress, built cars behind closed doors, and exhausted all their schemes and schemes. They not only murdered footmen, privately hid the essence of quicksand skills left by their ancestors for thousands of years, but also murdered foreign heroes. A dead grave.

"Brother Fan Ke, it hurts! It hurts so much!" Lian Na was dripping with cold sweat. The quicksand gun entered from behind her, but missed her heart, but the huge pain in the wound spread rapidly, making her whole body burst Convulsions are worse than death.

Before the two of them could react, Mo Fanzheng concentrated his strength again, and the four quicksand guns were instantly pierced into Lian Na's limbs, and the palm of his hand pushed out vigorously, nailing Lian Na's whole body to the stone wall, and said coldly: "Don't worry, you die slowly!"

Such a cold-blooded and ruthless person should have a good taste of what death is like!
"Lianna!"

Mo Fanke, who had always been indifferent, finally lost his composure, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly flew towards Lian Na.

Lian Na was in so much pain that her consciousness was blurred, she said with a distorted face, "Brother Fan Ke, kill him, kill Mo Fanzheng!"

(End of this chapter)