The Rise of History’s Most Powerful Empire Chapter 172: The art of death

When he finished speaking these last words, Zhong Yu didn't think about playing any language game with a few people. He turned around, waved his hand, and ordered the surrounding knights to attack.

Several generals and guards who were signaled by their emperor, one after another put up their bows, lifted their arrows, and aimed at the six people below them, looking for their flaws, so they could wait for the opportunity.

One after another sharp and cold sharp arrows pointed at him, causing the six people who were receiving countless malice below them to tremble uncontrollably.

If it's just some ordinary people's bows and arrows, they are weak and unable to see their heads when they are far away. For these Tier 4 powerhouses, there is naturally no threat.

But if you replace them with a deep inner strength and practice killing skills for an unknown amount of time, all of them will treat killing as eating and drinking, and they are very familiar, and they have long become instinctive martial arts masters.

Then they can't take it lightly anymore, not to mention that there are masters of the same rank as them, and they can't relax.

At this moment, the hundreds of archers on the cliff are no longer purely remote harassment. But the arrows of death are hiding in the dark, waiting for their negligence to take their lives.

"Tick, tick."

Drops of sweat fell from the foreheads of these six people, and ran across the eyes, unbearably sour. The drops of sweat still carrying salt are constantly stimulating them, telling them how tired their bodies are and how tight their spirits are at this moment.

However, despite being so unbearable, their bodies remained motionless, not moving at all.

That's because they know that at this moment, countless cold arrows around them are pointing at them, just waiting for them to reveal a trace of flaws. With a little movement, what is waiting for them is a swarm of arrows, which may shoot them into a hornet's nest.

The whole air solidified, and the stalemate atmosphere lingered in everyone's heart, lingering.

Finally, the six-finger black man who has just been seriously injured and has not recovered. I haven't gotten a good rest yet, and I've experienced another confrontation. My body finally couldn't bear it, so I moved a little bit.

At this time, several flaws appeared. Zhao Yun and the others, who had been staring at him for a long time, loosened the iron bows that had been bent for a long time.

"Swish!"

The sound of several arrows leaving the bowstring sounded, and the exquisitely crafted crossbow arrows flew off the strings, rushing towards the six-finger black man. The sharp arrow cut through the air, and the arrow rain at the tail trembled slightly, seeming to provide it with greater power.

Six-fingered black man watched, these arrows hit him, the arrows seemed to be extremely slow in his eyes, and they could be clearly seen every time he cut through the air block. Time seems to stop and slow down at this moment.

It is said that before facing the inevitable danger, the brain will operate quickly, and the line of sight will be extremely slow, and everything seems to be slowing down.

But the body, because the mind knows all this is happening, and cannot keep up, it has no choice but to accept this fate, which makes everyone with common sense have their eyes widened, their eyeballs protruding, and a dead end. Look like.

The six-fingered black man in front of him was like this, his sight saw it, and his thinking sensed the threat. Everything is clearly reflected in his mind, forming a subtle picture.

But the exhausted body is like a broken car, unable to continue running at full horsepower. Despite his efforts to avoid, the speed is not slow compared to ordinary people, but very fast. Putting it in modern society, it is properly superhuman.

And also tried everything to release the little internal force in his body. The black inner force around his body was painted as black as ink, as if it were night, and it was difficult to see the scene in the black fog.

But a master archery master never takes aim only with his eyes. They know how to judge by sound, through the change of wind direction, and various factors that are difficult for ordinary people to observe, to target the enemy they need to deal with.

Not to mention, Zhao Yun and the others had clearly seen the specific location of the six-finger Black Xia before. There was a clear impression in his mind, and he also had a prediction for the next actions of the Six-Finger Black Man.

This is enough for them to shoot once, clever and accurate shooting, it's time to perform real art!

Although the Six-Finger Black Man made every effort to avoid the arrow that hits as much as possible. But the body that was delayed due to pain and fatigue, after all, it is difficult to escape completely.

The ruthless arrow still pierced his body and penetrated into his body. The cold, sharp arrow continued to under his movements, slashing the tender muscles in his wound in panic.

What makes him even more unbearable is that these arrows are not ordinary arrows, but specially made. After shooting into his body, the shaft of the arrow in the middle burst fiercely, divided into countless thin threads, firmly pierced into each of his muscles.

Every time I move, I feel like countless fine needles are pierced in my body. The sour and refreshing taste, not to mention endure, I personally experience it, that is to others, I feel my teeth are sour, and there is a chill.

But at the moment ~IndoMTL.com~ this feeling that others are afraid of, the Six-Finger Black Man has a relaxed experience, and it is extremely thoughtful.

For fear of not having enough arrows, the people on the cliff added a few more to him. A total of six arrows were inserted into him, and it didn't seem to be a big deal for the tall body of the six-fingered black man in a black robe.

But in the specific situation, only the benevolent will see the benevolence, and the wise will see the wisdom.

Anyway, the Six-Finger Black Man, he feels very uncomfortable at the moment, and the situation is very bad. Pain, irresistible pain, the whole body seems to be not my own, and it feels unbearable to move.

The kind of flesh and blood, meridians and meridians that spread all over my body, and there are continuous filaments lightly drawing my bones, bringing out waves of tremors deep into my soul.

At this moment, even he, a man who has always been known for his rigidity, couldn't bear it. There was a slight hum in his throat, but it stopped immediately. Because there was an arrow stuck in his lungs, and the whole lungs were controlled by countless filaments. Every breath and every sound made was a kind of torture.

Before it was shot, it had been coated with the arrow of secret poison, and it began to play its due role, and it was on the stage for the second time at the moment.

The wound around the arrow, the originally tender and bright red muscle, became pitch-black under the contamination of the arrow, the muscle also became swollen, and yellow-white pus gradually grew around it.

The arrow that shoots on the meridian is even more difficult. The blood flows along the meridian, and the arrow that flows through carries the venom on the arrow to all parts of the body, corroding the whole body.

From the outside, the six-fingered black man's whole body was poisoned, and the poison turned blue, his body was swollen, his movements became more rigid, and he looked like he was dying soon.

(End of this chapter)

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