Sword Master Chapter 133 -

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"Sir Yun has given the order, the crossbows will shoot at the same time, none will be spared!"

The messenger ran around the archers' camp, passing the order three times in a row.

Some of the archers looked like they couldn't bear it any longer, while others revealed hesitant and resentful expressions.

After all, the soldiers who had not retreated were from the same army. They could not really bring themselves to act without risking their lives.

Shoot.

the officer shouted.

Shoot.

The soldier shouted at the same time.

Once the order was given, he could not do anything. Even if he could not bear it, he pulled the bowstring tightly and shot out at a 45 degree angle.

"Chi!"

The members of the Green Bamboo Gang, who had been fighting with the soldiers when the thousand arrows shot out, could not help but look up and see the sky filled with a dark pressure. The cold light of the arrows was frightening.

"Yun Hai Sheng, you are really vicious," Zhou Jian said as he looked at the people in the army and the rain of arrows flying toward them.

"Ah!"

The arrows rained down in unison and did not miss anything. Even if one was proficient in lightness techniques, one would not be able to withstand such a rain of arrows. Miserable screams rang out and soon, a vacuum appeared in the middle of the arena.

After a round of rain of arrows, blood began to flow. Of the original two hundred or so elite members of the Green Bamboo Gang, only a hundred were left. Everyone was wounded, and their faces and bodies were covered in blood.

This round of arrows had killed more than a hundred members of the Green Bamboo Gang, as well as more than a hundred soldiers of the army. This was a simple exchange of a single life for a single life.

Watching this, a cruel smile appeared on Yun Hai's face as he waved his hand and said, "Shoot!"

Another round of rain of arrows instantly rained down. All the members of the Green Bamboo Gang lifted up the nearby corpses or hid themselves as they fled in panic.

After the heavy rain of arrows scattered, there were less than ten Green Bamboo Gang members on the field. Among them, there were Zhou Jian and Wu Yan.

Both Zhou Jian and Wu Yan held sharp swords in their hands. Looking at the empty surroundings, there were only ten-odd Green Bamboo Gang members left. They couldn't help but smile sadly.

In contrast, most of the soldiers who hadn't retreated yet were already dead. There were only seven or eight people left, each with arrow wounds.

These soldiers looked at the scene in front of them in a daze. Then, they looked at the archers behind them. They could not help but scream miserably. Their screams were mixed with disbelief, despair, and pain.

This kind of feeling was akin to a friend who was fighting on the battlefield with an enemy, while this friend of yours suddenly stabbed you in the back when you were the most defenseless. This blade was extremely vicious, causing one's heart to turn cold.

Listening to the miserable cries of his comrades who were in the same army as him, the soldiers who had retreated and the archers who held bows and arrows, all had complicated feelings in their hearts.

"Kill!"

Yun Hai Sheng waved his hand again and said coldly.

"Kill!"

The messenger also roared.

The soldiers who had retreated earlier all charged forward with their weapons in their hands again. Although some of them hated the order just now, the order was like a mountain, not moving according to one's will. This was the army, it was both hot-blooded and cold-blooded, and most of the time, it was cold-blooded.

Zhou Jian, Wu Yan and the rest of the Green Bamboo Gang's elite soldiers all looked at each other, seeing the determination in each other's hearts to die.

Zhou Jian and Wu Yan raised the sharp sword in their hands and shouted, "Kill!"

His voice was filled with a sense of sorrow, as if he was generous enough to die. The world shook, and even the sun and moon seemed to pale in comparison.

Qu Ming, who had been entangled with more than a dozen constables, turned his head to look at the scene before him. He could not help but let out an angry roar, "You're courting death!"

Black smoke shrouded his body, his body seemed to be exuding an evil aura, and upon hearing it, he felt as if he was about to faint like a string, as though he was unable to extricate himself from a dream.

The dozen or so constables inwardly cursed and could not help but frantically retreat.

However, four of the constables were still a step too late. A streak of sword light whistled past them, and four heads rolled to the ground. Blood spurted out, forming a black smoke that gave off the impression of devils escaping from hell.

Seeing that the remaining constable had retreated, Qu Ming stomped on the ground, producing a sonic boom. His figure flashed forward, floating forward, in a short moment, he was already near Zhou Jian and Wu Yan, who were charging forward.

Seeing Qu Ming's arrival, Zhou Jian, Wu Yan, and more than ten other members of the Green Bamboo Gang could not help but stop in their tracks.

"Go!" Qu Ming shouted coldly and pointed in a direction.

Zhou Jian, Wu Yan and the rest of the group were no longer hesitant. Although they had already made up their minds to die just now, no one would give up their lives if they could escape.

He didn't know if Qu Ming would be able to break out of the encirclement, but he would definitely kill him. Since that was the case, he could change his direction.

Seeing Zhou Jian, Wu Yan and the others ran in the direction they pointed to, Qu Ming leaped into the air, his figure appeared in mid-air, his stomach raised and retracted. After three consecutive times, he suddenly roared towards Zhou Jian and Wu Yan's direction, black smoke shrouded the sky, blue veins popped out, the sound was as loud as thunder, a terrifying sound wave rippled outwards.

The soldiers in the direction Qu Ming was facing felt dizzy and their bodies swayed. Two or three of the soldiers close to him were bleeding from their seven orifices. However, they were all dead after a while.

However, what was strange was that Zhou Jian, Wu Yan, and more than ten of the Green Bamboo Gang's elite warriors seemed unaffected.

Zhou Jian and Wu Yan also felt this scene and knew that they could not let this opportunity slip by them. Forcing themselves to keep their spirits up, they let out a loud roar: "Kill!" They were like tigers that had gone down the mountain, unstoppable.

After Qu Ming's loud roar just now and Zhou Jian's shock, Wu Yan seemed to be unable to resist for a while. In just a short while, he had already broken through the soldiers' defenses and ran towards the depths of the forest.

When Yun Hai saw this, his expression changed and he hurriedly said, "Shoot!"

As soon as Yun Hai Sheng finished speaking, the soldier passed down his order.

Thousands of arrows whistled through the air and shot towards Qu Ming who was still in the air.

A single roar intimidated thousands of soldiers. Qu Ming had also expended a great deal of mental energy, causing his face to turn pale as he fell to the ground.

Suddenly, he felt something whistling above his head. He saw over a thousand arrows shooting towards him.

Upon seeing this, Qu Ming did not care about meditating any longer. His body trembled as black smoke swirled around him and the sword in his hand danced in front of him. At the same time, he stomped on the ground and retreated backwards.