final catastrophe

Chapter 194 10. Let's Die Together

wild forest.

Dead bodies were everywhere, and Yinbu slowly narrowed the encirclement.

Ram Tang carried the corpse of a hedgehog shot on his right arm, and tried to pull out the arrow that pierced him with his left hand. He had never seen such a powerful arrow.

"I can't pull it out!" In just a moment, this ferocious strong man of the Devil's Cult was already dripping with sweat, his face was a little pale, obviously in extreme pain.

The arrow shot into the bone, if someone else had already fainted from the pain, how could he speak in a relatively calm tone.

"That arrow is very thin, it seems to become irregular after entering the body, and it can't be pulled out at all!!" Gongyang Tang said to his back.

Ren Wuyue frowned, put the flute on her lips again, faced the blood-colored jasper hole, pondered for a while, and then began to play.

Song name: Dreaming.

She took a deep breath, glanced at the "brother-in-law" who was soundly asleep, and then breathed out the first note.

Mile.
The singing voice changed from the fierceness before, and became softer, like the gentlest dream rippling with blue waves, enveloping everyone covered by the vocal range.

But the people in Yinhui stopped, their eyes slightly confused.

Seeing this, Ren Wuyue devoted herself to playing.

Fantasia, the first one is Dreaming.

No matter what hero you are, if you fall into a gentle dream, even if you know it is a dream, you would rather fall than wake up.

But these hidden assassins holding strange crossbows just paused for a short pause, as if they were breathing and adjusting their breath, or they were using some kind of kung fu.

In a short while, their eyes were completely clear, and they continued to approach this ancient tree.

Ren Wuyue was startled, but her mind never wavered, and she blew the second part of the fantasy: Mi Mi.

The sound quality changed from clear to sweet, with a tragic and bewitching sound, spreading outward.

However, those hidden assassins seemed to have become deaf, hearing but not hearing, and their footsteps were not chaotic. They were getting closer and closer to the tree, but the distance was only more than ten meters away.

Seeing this situation, Gongyang Tang couldn't help but his complexion changed slightly. Although he didn't know what kind of technique these people used, it seemed that they could isolate themselves from the rhythm attack.

If it goes on like this, is it possible to sit still and wait for death?

I, the mad lion, never sit still!
Heimujiao, too!
While thinking about it, his face was extremely cold. He resisted the sharp pain from his leg bones, shrunk his body, and used the corpse shield to protect himself.

ten meters
nine meters
eight meters
He took a deep breath, silently feeling the approach of the assassins.

And stayed at a distance of six meters.

His pupils were wide open, his beard and hair swelled, and his hands had already swollen several times, turning blood-red like pots.

The edge of the basin is like a knife, sharp and frightening!
"Hey!" The red-haired mad lion of the Black Wood Sect yelled violently, his left hand turned into a palm and fell directly on the calf, and with a "click", his left leg broke in response.

At the same moment, he roared, taking advantage of the severe pain that penetrated into the marrow of his bones, he rushed out like a gust of wind, holding a human shield, and rushed towards the assassin who was closest to him.

Cutting off one's wrist in danger is a real hero!

However, the assassin was like a thin dead leaf, being hit by the strong wind, his body floated back.

Gongyang Tang froze for a moment, tapped his right leg to the ground, and then rushed towards another person.

That person was actually average.

Float away like leaves.

"This is." Gongyang Tang's mind was a little shaken, but his figure did not slow down. Even with one leg, he was still a crazy beast. Using the corpse as a shield, he danced vigorously, and then pounced on the third people.

It's just that these assassins' movements are really weird, and any disturbance will make them move accordingly.

He didn't notice it when he was encircled before, but at this moment, Gongyang Tang found that he was not fighting a group of people, but the leaves holding the strange crossbow!
How can a leaf hold a crossbow?
How is it possible to shoot?
呵呵味.
Sudden streaks of silver streaked across the air, and in the already mournful twilight, there were occasional dim red lights.

That is the arrow of the strange crossbow!

The hidden assassins shot at almost the same time, and the silver thread shot out at the same time, turning into a round hoop, which shrank to a point in an instant.

This point is Ram Tang.

"Red-haired mad lion" Gongyang Tang, one of the four guardians of the Black Wood Sect!

This one-legged lion groaned in the setting sun, and then knelt down. The dull red light fell on him through the wild forest, reflecting the faint "white hair" on his body. , and the bright red where the white hair meets the skin.

"hatred!"

"I hate."

Ram Tang's burly figure immediately fell to the ground, hitting the corpse shield he was dancing with heavily.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

For the dead, there is no injustice, no one's weapon.

On the other side, the hidden assassins were completely indifferent, but continued to surround them slowly, no different from before.

This slowness is not based on fear, but a discipline, a confidence.

Just like a tiger pacing, just because you are full of confidence!
This is the quality of a real assassin!
Ren Wuyue put down her flute, her frail body pressed against the ancient tree.

The demon sect, the elite of the bandits who came to congratulate her, was actually the only one left!

Those are so many fierce and weird crossbows.

How could there be such a terrifying crossbow in this world?
These demon cult elites, even bandits, were not weak, let alone stupid, but they almost died after being shot by the strange crossbow several times.

But ordinary bows and crossbows can only be loaded with one arrow.

Even the Yuanrong crossbow recorded in Tiangong Creation, with a crossbow box, can only shoot ten arrows in a row.

But these assassins, the small and strange crossbows they held in their hands, kept shooting from the beginning to the end. It is not an exaggeration to say that they even shot more than a hundred arrows.

What was even more frightening was that none of them had ever exchanged the crossbow box, and it seemed that they had no intention of changing the crossbow box at all.

In other words, they knew that there were many more arrows, and there was no need to replace them! !
Ren Wuyue looked up at the already dark sky, feeling a little desperate for a moment.

I never thought that I would leave the stage like this when I just became the leader of the Blackwood Sect. I really feel unwilling.

And he will die with this "brother-in-law" whom he hates so much.

She thought about it a lot, but suddenly thought: Maybe it's better to die with her "brother-in-law". When she arrives in Huangquan, she can take him to find her sister, and save this man from messing around outside and acting sorry for her sister. things to come.

That's fine too.

Thinking of this, she calmed down a bit.

It seems that death may not be so terrible.

And the hatred for this man may be resolved with death.

Ren Wuyue's thorn sleeves hung down slightly, and the blood-holed jade flute also hung down, then adjusted the angle, squatted down, and moved the sleeping man lying on the ground to her side.

In this way, you can't run away!

(End of this chapter)