Chapter 127: Unwilling to let go

In the middle of April, the spring is already bright and rich, and the entire Jiangnan is shrouded in warm wind. People walking on the street have begun to wear only clothes. And outside the Kyoto City, a thousand miles away from Suzhou, you can see the white snow above the top of Cangshan Mountain, as cold as a white towel covered with a dead body.

The tall man wearing a hat took back the gaze of Bai Xue on the top of Cangshan Mountain, drank the remaining tea in silence, ordered a bowl of vegetarian noodles, and started eating it without any taste.

This place is thirty miles away from Kyoto and is called Shipai Village.

This tall man wearing a hat went through a lot of hardships to rush to the second sacrifice of the Qingmiao in Kyoto from Jiangnan to Kyoto - Master Sanshi. Master Sanshi came to Beijing not to discuss the Tao or to break the weeping willows outside the Imperial Road. He was here to kill people, he was here to... assassinate!

Although Fan Xian was in Jiangnan and deliberately or unintentionally let him go, the Supervision Bureau investigated and investigated strictly. Even though he had not released heavy troops on the Northwest Road, Sanshi had to bypass the blockade of the Supervision Bureau and the Black Cavalry and came to Kyoto, which still took him a lot of time.

Junshan Association is indeed a loose organization, but when this organization has an extremely sacred and important task, its importance is highlighted. Not many people can know how many important people this mysterious organization has gathered in the world.

Although Master Sanshi was the second sacrificial sacrifice of the Qingmiao, he did not have much power to speak in the Junshan Association. Moreover, he personally opposed the Junshan Association's arrangement in Jiangnan. After trying to interfere with Fan Xian's administration without success, Master Sanshi abandoned himself and left the Junshan Association's arrangement. He was single, with ambitions in his heart, and he hid a red sun. He went to Kyoto with such pride.

Go to Kyoto to kill someone, kill someone who is impossible to kill.

While thinking, he ate the noodles silently. According to the senior brother's earnest teachings, he chewed every noodles slowly into a batter, and then he swallowed them in his stomach with satisfaction.

Somehow, Master Sanshi's sorrow came from his heart and couldn't suppress himself. Two drops of turbid tears slid from his old eyes and dripped into the noodle soup.

He wants to go to Beijing to ask the emperor why!

After eating the noodles, he put on his hat and covered his face. He picked up a tall wooden stick by the table, left the noodle shop, and followed the path at the foot of Shipai Village Mountain. He began to walk towards Kyoto.

In front is the dark imperial city and the white mountain behind, where ascetics walk.

The forest is getting deeper and narrower, and it is getting too late. No woodcutter is diligently getting up early to chop wood. In the wilderness, there is no pedestrian passing by. The mountain road is quiet. It is even a bit weird, and there is no sound of birds and insects.

After all, Master Sanshi is not a warrior who is skilled in assassination, but a ascetic monk with extremely high cultivation. So although he feels a little strange, he doesn't care much about it.

Neither the imperial court nor the Junshan Association knew that he had come to Kyoto from Jiangnan. Only the saint of Northern Qi, Haitang, was the girl of the Northern Qi Dynasty. No matter from any aspect, Haitang could not reveal his whereabouts. Master Sanshi believed this very much. He did not think that anyone would grasp his own route in advance and ambush in advance.

So when the shrill and desperate arrow shot out from the dense forest and wanted to pierce into his eyes, Master Sanshi was very surprised.

The flight of the arrow was very strange. It was silent at the beginning, like a ghost and a charming person. It was only three feet away from his face. It suddenly roared. The arrow roared and attracted the soul, which was extremely frightening!

Hiss...roar!

The black arrow seemed to shout the word "kill".

Master Sanshi groaned, and his long wooden staff poked hard to the ground. The head of the wooden staff carved into a bird's head stretched forward in a very short time, blocking the feathered arrow like flying from the sky.

With a dull sound of nails, the arrow shot into the head of the wooden stick. The infinite power contained on the arrow made Master Sanshi shake slightly, and the bird's head carved on the head of the stick exploded in an instant!

Master Sanshi narrowed his eyes and felt a chill in his heart. Such a thunderous arrow skill seemed to be only Yan Xiaoyi, the governor of the North, who was in the North, and Yan Xiaoyi should be in Cangzhou City at this time, and he should be thousands of miles away from Kyoto.

Through the leaves in the forest, Master Sanshi saw the archer's face clearly. It was a young and unfamiliar face, but he knew that the arrow he had taken with his own hands must have obtained the true teaching of Yan Xiaoyi. This strange young man must be Yan Xiaoyi's apprentice!

While thinking about these things, Master Sanshi had already used the recoil force of the staff to fly into the air, spreading his body like a big bird, holding a wooden staff, and smashing it towards the other side like a mad demon!

Although he didn't know why the other party was coming to kill him, he would not allow himself to die before he entered Kyoto and asked the emperor what he said.

Master Sanshi is burly, wearing a hat and a stole, and is full of murderous attacks. He flies in the air like a fierce bird, full of momentum without returning.

The most important thing to fight with the archer is to narrow the distance between you and the other party, but... at this time you jump into the air and show your own earth and air gates to the other party. Moreover, people have nowhere to leverage their power in the air, so it is even more difficult to avoid those extremely ghostly arrow feathers...

Master Sanshi flew over and looked at the archer's quiet face, knowing that the other party was going to take the opportunity to shoot an arrow.

As expected, the archer didn't know how to move. With his hands, he took out an arrow feather from behind, turned the string, aimed and shot it out!

Three simple actions, but what is accomplished is so natural, so harmonious and so fast, just like an action that cannot be separated by itself, very beautiful.

This simple beauty comes from hard practice and talent for archery.

With a whoosh, the second arrow had already shot into Master Sanshi's throat. At this time, others were in the air and could not avoid such a fast arrow!

But Sanshi and other places are at this moment.

He groaned, neither avoiding nor avoiding, and transported his true energy to his chest and abdomen. With his stupidest and most powerful iron cloth shirt, he held on to this arrow!

The arrow hit his throat, making a strange sound.

A strange light flashed in Master Sanshi's eyes, and he had already killed the archer and slashed with a stick!

At this time, the two were only three feet apart, so how could the archer avoid it?

The archer's face was still calm. He stepped back two steps in a very stable manner towards the madly stick. He protected the long bow in front of him and spit out a word from his mouth: "Fen!"

The four golden swords came from nowhere and turned into four streams of light, sealing Master Sanshi's decisive staff!

A loud noise exploded, the knife was broken, the staff was chaotic, and the forest was filled with dust.

And in the dust all over the sky, the sound of arrows made another sound. A soul-catching arrow penetrated the forest and shot again at Master Sanshi's throat within a very short distance.

The distance was too close, and Master Sanshi couldn't avoid it, and he didn't dare to let his most fragile throat continue to be tested by Yanmen archery. So he raised his palm and put on a posture of paying homage to the temple.

The other party used four swords to seal his staff, and he sealed the arrow with his palm.

The thin and soul-devouring arrow was nailed to the wide calluses of Master Sanshi. It was like a mosquito, staring at the flesh of poor people, shaking it for a few times before falling to the ground.

Just a slight ting and a nail. Master Sanshi's body shook violently!

He was shocked by this arrow and took a step back... Another arrow came, Master Sanshi raised his palm again, sealed it, and retreated again.

The arrows shot out of the dust are getting faster and faster, as if they are not interrupted. I don’t know what terrible hand speed the archer behind the dust has!

Such a person has nine arrows.

Master Sanshi was shaken back nine steps and was forced back to the edge of the mountain road by those terrifying arrow feathers. He groaned, penetrated his arms straight and waved his long staff. The last arrow flew away... and then he found that his feet were tightened. A terrifying beast clamp made a sound, and he clamped his right foot with an extremely bloody blood!

This beast is so big. It should be used to clamp tigers. Even though Master Sanshi has the ability to be indestructible for an iron cloth shirt, he suddenly encountered a trap and the flesh and blood still spread out on his calves.

Master Sanshi shouted in pain! He frowned unwilling eyebrows, and there was a small blood spot on his throat. There were also many small blood spots on his hands holding the wooden stick, which were slowly oozing out blood.

If there were so many sharp arrows that were unpredictable to ghosts and gods, if it were someone else, they would have been shot into a hedgehog long ago. Only he would have not suffered real harm. Unfortunately, they were still forced into the trap by these arrows in the end.

The dust gradually fell, and the young archer's face appeared again in the wood opposite, and four swordsmen holding broken swords.

Master Sanshi looked at the other party coldly and said, "I didn't expect that you were killing..."

Before he finished speaking, the young archer came to kill people to silence him, and he was not interested in talking to Master Sanshi. Although he knew that Master Sanshi was also a legendary figure, the growth of the younger generation did not have any unnecessary awe.

The young man used his stable right finger to put the poisonous black arrow on the string and aimed at the throat of the inactive Master Sanshi again.

"shoot."

He said, but the arrow in his hand did not take off the string.

There was noisy in the forest. I don’t know how many archers came out from all directions. They surrounded three stones in the middle across a distance of more than ten feet. They were holding bows and arrows in their hands. According to the sound of shooting, countless long arrows broke out from the strings and turned into straight lines that captured the soul, and pierced hard at the body of Master Sanshi in the middle!

Sanshi's pupils shrank slightly, looking at the other party's arrangement... he knew that he might really not be able to survive today. He could arrange so many archers in the mountains. This must be the military's manpower. No matter how powerful a master is, he cannot survive after facing the ruthless and cold-blooded attacks of the army, not to mention that his right foot has been clamped by the hateful beast!

He was not Ye Liuyun or Kuhe. Master Sanshi sighed in his heart, waved his long staff in his hand to resist the rain of arrows from all directions.

Dangdangdang, countless sounds sounded around him, but in just a moment, hundreds of flying arrows were already shattered by his wooden stick. The remaining arrows piled up around him, looking extremely sad.

Some arrows also shot through his defense circle and stuck on his body, but these archers were not as good as the young man before and could not shoot through the iron cloth shirt of Master Sanshi.

The leading young archer was not in a hurry, but looked coldly at the Master Sanshi who was struggling like a dying beast. Seeing the monk fighting the helpless battle of the arrow rain in the sky, he knew that the other party had strong true energy. If he wanted to shoot to death from a distance, he needed patience and to keep exhausting. As long as Sanshi's true energy was slightly ineffective, his hard-working ability could no longer be maintained... The arrow entered the body, and that would be the death of Sanshi.

So he just aimed at Sanshidi's throat and waited coldly for that moment.

And the dozens of archers in the forest were just shooting arrows coldly.

Sanshi howled loudly, kept waving his wooden stick, and struggling in the rain of arrows.

At that time, it was exhausted.

So at this time, Sanshi's bravery and mighty look so sad.

Facing powerful military machines, martial arts masters... what's the use?

What a cruel scene this is.

The ruthless round shot continued. The broken arrows piled up in Master Sanshi's body were getting higher and higher, gradually scattering his calves and buried all the beast clips and injured legs in the arrow feathers, looking like a self-immolation monk. He was constantly slashing the pile of firewood that was about to ignite himself.

Master Sanshi's clothes were already wet and sweaty. The speed of his waving the wooden stick slowed down. It was obvious that his true energy was no longer as abundant as before.

It was this opportunity that the leading archer who had been waiting for a long time easily opened his middle finger and shot the arrow on the string!

With a whoosh, a nail, the whole forest and the whole world seemed to have quieted down at this moment.

Master Sanshi held the arrow feathers on his throat, making a sound in his mouth, but he could no longer say anything, and blood flowed out along his palms.

The archers around also stopped shooting.

The young archer frowned and said coldly and ruthlessly: "Continue."

The arrow started again, and in an instant, more than a dozen feathered arrows were shot into Sanshi's body. Blood stained his whole body red.

Sanshi slowly closed his eyes and sighed in his heart again, knowing that it is not feasible to show weakness and lure the enemy. When Yan Xiaoyi's apprentice did things, he was indeed as cruel and ruthless as his teacher.

He waved his hand, brushed his sleeves quickly, brushed away several branches of arrow feathers, opened his eyes, and suddenly appeared. He shouted. The wooden stick that had been holding in his hand was shocked by this pure true energy and cracked from the outside. The wooden piece flew across, revealing the knife inside... the big knife!

In Suzhou City, Sanshi once cut off the long street with one sword, but at this time, his sword... could only slash at himself.

The blade fell down and the blade entered the flesh silently. He cut off his right calf hard!

He will never be trapped by beasts again. The three stones are like big birds with broken wings, and they will fly away again. They will break into the opponent's formation like an eagle fighting a rabbit. The sword light splashes snow, causing blood to be poured on. In one encounter, three people's heads were cut off, breaking the chests and abdomen of several people, and blood was killed in the forest!

What a domineering knife!

When the three stones were used, the cold young archer turned around and left, quietly climbed the tree, and began to shoot out one arrow after another. He knew that the other party had reached the end of his strength, and he broke his leg again. Blood was flowing like this, so he couldn't support him for too long.
To be continued...