Dafengling launched a charge with the rest of his companions.

The blood filled his eyes and his anger rushed to his forehead. Da Feng Ling roared wildly, and every pore in his body was spewing heat.

How could this happen? How could there be such a big loss? The information of the Ten-Ri Kingdom is very detailed. Among Ji Hao and his group, there are only two great witches, Yu Mu and Feng Xing, and it was only three or five years before they were promoted to the great witch. The companions brought by Da Feng Ling could easily kill them all.

As long as Ji Hao and his gang who escorted the Wushan tribe to open up a new territory, the 30,000 tribes of the Wushan tribe were killed, and the people who were instructed to launch the attacks would give Dafeng Ling the benefits of Dafeng Ling by default.

The 30,000 Wushan tribe members who are proficient in ore mining and casting are a huge fortune. Dafeng Ling has even secretly contacted the slave traders of the Yu clan. When he succeeds, he will use a secret channel to sell these Wushan tribe members.

but……

The great ancestor spirit is above, and all the free Feng elves in the world testify to Dafeng Ling. Feng Xing has fallen to the ground in a crooked manner. He is lucky to avoid Dafeng Ling's fatal arrow. It is because he left the dog-shit-luck.

Why did Fengxing fight back like a desperate person after falling down and actually kill one of Dafeng Ling's brothers?

The young man who was shot in the head with one arrow and could not even recover from the powerful vitality of the Great Witch was Dafeng Ling's cousin and the son of Dafeng Ling's uncle. He has been very close to Dafeng Ling since childhood, and he is also a young hero who is highly valued by Dafeng's tribe.

In Puyang, Dafengling's brother has even been selected into the personal guard of the human king Emperor Shun, commanding an elite archer of hundreds of people. This time, Dafengling secretly took him away from Puyang and carried out the sniper mission assigned to them by the elders.

He was unable to kill someone but was killed instead. Dafeng Ling could not imagine how he explained to his uncle, nor did he know how to deal with the inquiries from Di Shun and all the relevant ministers.

His heart was so hilarious that his arms, which were originally as stable as a mountain, trembled slightly. Dafeng Ling pulled out his strong bow and shot waves of arrows frantically. Soon, two pots of arrows hanging on his ribs, three pots of arrows on his back, and two pots of arrows tied to his left and right calves were shot empty.

He shook his body and shattered the empty animal skin arrow bag. Dafeng Ling slapped his palm and grabbed a pot of arrows from the palm-sized animal skin bag on his waist, pouring out the raindrop-like arrows again.

The arrows were like rain, with a little cold light, and a sharp roar like a ghost. Xiang Yumu, Xiang Taisi and Shaosi covered the past. Instead, Elder Tieyan, who was standing in the middle of the camp, was waiting for him, and no one paid attention to Dafengling and others. Dashan tribe had not taken the elders of the Wushan tribe to heart.

Fifteen archers with top archery skills went crazy at the same time. In just a short blink of an eye, they shot out thousands of arrows. The dense arrows were not fancy at all. They just followed a nearly straight trajectory, attacking everyone with the fastest speed, the greatest strength, and the most naked murderous intention.

Shaosi's expression changed for a moment, she took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and protected Taisi who was fainting behind her.

Faced with such an arrow rain, Shaosi had no confidence in protecting Taisi Zhouquan. She could only use her own body to block the arrows for her brother.

Feng Xingxiao scolded him angrily, and he led a large number of afterimages to run around and move, constantly shooting arrows one by one. The arrows shot by Feng Xing accurately collided with the arrows shot by Da Feng Ling and the others. The two arrows often made a huge explosion and then died together.

But after Feng Xing shot out the two hundred arrows he carried with him, the arrow bag he prepared was empty.

Feng Xing, who was yelling, let out a long roar, and the witch power in his body surged. It quickly condensed into a blue light arrow on the bowstring. In the blink of an eye, another hundred light arrows shot out, and then Feng Xing completely exhausted the witch power in his body, sat blankly on the ground, and no longer had the strength to move.

But the other party had fifteen masters of arrow skills. Dafeng Ling alone shot more than 500 arrows in the blink of an eye. Arrows like storms roared over, completely covering Yumu, Fengxing, Taisi, and Shaosi.

Yu Mu took a deep breath and cursed in a low voice: "Fatty, the unlucky fat man... Is the fat man going to be a shield?"

Opening his hands, Yu Mu took a breath.

With his mouth as the center, a huge vortex of air suddenly appeared. Accompanied by the terrifying whistle of wind, dust was flying around Yu Mu, and the grass and trees within a radius of more than ten miles were uprooted. The hurricane crushed the grass and trees, thinking about Yu Mu's big mouth flying over.

The arrows that shot suddenly gave up Feng Xing. Taisi and Shaosi shot towards Yumu like birds throwing into the forest.

Because Yu Mu took the initiative to pull the magic trick, these arrows shot more than twice as fast as the speed. Each arrow was enough to penetrate the mountain peaks. The arrows rubbed rapidly with the air, and even burst out large firelight.

"I... should I block the arrows? You group of Dongyi bastards who can only kill birds!" Yu Mu was so angry that he picked up his big iron pot from somewhere. He held the pot on his head, protected the face with both hands, and let thousands of arrows prick it.

A layer of fine and dense runes appeared on the large iron pot. The large iron pot used by Yu Mu to cook various strange delicacies was actually a defensive witchcraft. Arrows after arrows smashed into pieces on the iron pot, and pieces of runes continued to shatter.

Three hundred arrows disappeared instantly, and then all the lit runes of the iron pot disintegrated. The arrows penetrated the thick iron pot and shot densely on Yu Mu.

The sound of arrows piercing through the fat meat was endless, and a large piece of blood spurted out from Yu Mu. There were two feet thick fat on Yu Mu's body fluctuating violently, and the flexible and powerful fat meat tried its best to offset the penetration of the arrow.

Yu Mu screamed in pain, and as he screamed, tears flowed out from his small eyes, the guy cried in pain: "Woo... You bunch of wolf-hearted and slaughtered, sooner or later, I will go to your East Wilderness to disperse a handful of plague poison, so that your Dafeng tribe's bastards will be killed...Woooo, when I'm going to develop a voodoo that can destroy your clan, I will definitely be the first to use it on your head!"

Amid the shrill crying, the wind and clouds were rising around.

Thin clouds gathered from all around, Yu Mu's tears turned into boiling water and rushed straight into the sky. In the small river near the camp, there was also rich water vapor rising into the sky. Then a "drizzle" light rain fell on his head, but the rain was dark green.

The dark green rain carried a faint fragrance of plants and trees, and gently scattered on Dafeng Ling and his companions.

Dafeng Ling didn't think so at first, and was still roaring and charging forward, but suddenly his face changed and his whole face turned into a miserable green color.

"Poison...Very poison! Retreat, withdraw quickly!"
Chapter completed!