The sun sets west, the moon rises east, and a cloud of drifting from coming blocks the bright light, and occasionally a few birds echo in the mountains.

A night without moonlight is suitable for sneak attacks. Domotoki was even more excited to think that dark clouds were coming, and it was God who was helping him become a bandit suppression hero.

Several frightened birds flew up from the trees and made waves of crying in the sky.

Wuming came to Domotoki like a ghost, and slapped Domotoki who was immersed in his fantasy: "Wait a minute, there is danger."

Domotoki did not notice Wuming coming to his side. His heart was so scared that Wuming was so scared that his heart beat faster. He looked at the most annoying person in the team and said, "What's the danger? I didn't see that we were successfully approaching the enemy's clan."

Wuming raised his hand and pointed to the birds chirping in the sky: "They are the bandits' natural alarms, and our actions may have been known to the bandits."

Domotoki glanced at Wuming in disgust and said angrily: "Isn't your archery technique very accurate? Just shoot them down. Alarmer? If you are timid, you can go back to your village. The current commander of this army is me."

Many noble children cast disgusting eyes at Wuming, and they already knew about saving the princess during the day. When they thought of such a good opportunity, they did not meet, the noble children hated Wuming even more.

"People who look down on the mountains and forests will be punished by the mountains and forests." Wuming whispered, jumped onto the dense trees, and his body quickly hid in the darkness.

Gerry looked at the disappearing Wuming and said softly: "Why wouldn't Wuming disturb the birds even if he jumped on a tree? Is this the hunter's experience?"

No one answered Gerry, nor did anyone notice this little detail of Wuming. Everyone was fantasizing about how to defeat the bandits, become the most killing bandits, killing bandit generals, and becoming the hero in the team. As for Wuming? This civilian who is annoying and often robs merits, it is best to die early.

Soon this team of 100 people arrived at the gate of the mountain village surrounded by wooden fences. The mountain village was quiet, and occasionally there would be a few neighs from horses.

Domotoki waved his hand and several nobles with good shooting skills aimed at the observation deck, two bandits who seemed to be asleep.

Two cold arrows shot out, and the bandit guarding the watchtower fell on the watchtower.

The nobles were delighted that there were already two people who were relatively good at climbing. They used flying claw ropes to climb over the wooden fence. With a slight sound of wood rubbing, the gate of the village was opened.

"Come with me." Domotoki waved his hand and slowly entered the village, and used the news obtained from torture to force confession to the bandits' base.

Everything went so smoothly, Domotoki and others couldn't help but laugh a long time ago.

"Hahahaha..." A long laugh suddenly sounded and echoed throughout the valley.

Domotoki looked back, trying to find out who had a problem at this critical moment. When everyone showed innocent eyes to each other, a large number of torches surged from all over the dark village in an instant, illuminating the village as bright as daytime.

"Little ghosts, welcome you to our copycat as a guest." The man in the lead was wearing a short dress, his muscles were as if they were cast iron on his body, and each piece was full of hardness.

"Ancient Warrior?" Domotoki had recovered from his panic. There were not many bandits on the field than them. With excellent equipment and a better combat genre, Domotoki did not think he would lose: "Do you think such a siege will work for us? Don't let your subordinates make unnecessary sacrifices, how about duels with me?"

The nobles also recovered from their panic and secretly applauded Domotoki in their hearts. Even if a level ten knight does not use a war horse, he has an absolute advantage against a level ten ancient warrior. In particular, Domotoki also has a good lightsaber as a weapon.

"Oh? Is that right?" The man in the lead walked into the clearing space between the two of them and smiled: "Then please come out, a brave little fool. Let you know the power of ancient martial arts."

Domotoki came to the other side proudly and said, "I will not kill the unknown rats, report your name!"

The Chinese characters smiled again, and the smile deeply hurt Domotoki's self-esteem: "Baron? Just a borer. As for my name, Wang Tian, ​​the commander of the Blue Turban Army."

"Blue Turban Army? Rebels? You are not ordinary bandits..." Domoto's mind was filled with countless surprises. In this way, he could also make military achievements while destroying the bandits. This made him excited. What was as excited as him were the nobles who came with him.

Wuming hid quietly in a dark place in a house. He had already completely pulled away from the strong bow and aimed closely at the bandit leader Wang Tian.

This was the first time he was not sure that one arrow could end the other person's life. Wuming himself didn't know why he had such an idea. It was just a feeling. He seemed to be standing there casually, but he could make any movement and dodge at any time. This feeling was like facing the cunning oil fox in the mountains and forests, with only one chance to take action.

Wang Tian raised his lips and showed a disapproving smile: "Can ordinary bandits fight with the city guards who come to suppress the bandits and stand invincible?"

"Is that so good!" Domotogi smiled excitedly, and the lightsaber in his hand ejected out, learning from Wuming's sneak attack and heading straight for Wang Tian.

"You are not a good knight, and you actually fought undeclaredly." Wang Tian teased and reached out to grab the light sword that killed him. Domotogi was happy and heard Wang Tian shouting: "Ancient Martial Arts: The Fourth Level of Iron Cloth Shirt!"

Domoto's face changed drastically. He had no time to take it back after slashing out the lightsaber. Wang Tian grabbed a stern and was punched hard by Wang Tian in his chest, and flew back to his team.

"You...you are not a level 10 warrior..." Domoto's mouth was bleeding, feeling at least three broken ribs and said, "The fourth level of iron cloth shirt...the rare level 14 warrior..."

Everyone's expression suddenly became ugly after hearing this. No matter how weak the level 13 warrior is, he will not be weaker than other combat schools at level 10. Moreover, Wang Tian's iron cloth shirt dares to catch lightswords empty-handed. Even if he fights against other level 13 professions, he may not lose to the other party.

"That's right, this baron kid knows a lot." Wang Tian played with the lightsword in his hand and walked towards everyone. Every step forward made these noble children feel that the god of death was coming towards them: "I didn't expect that? The information you got from slaughtering my subordinates was wrong. Do you regret it? We actually knew about the plan to attack us."

"Then die for me!" Wang Tian's face suddenly became ferocious, and the lightsaber raised it above his head and slashed towards Domotoki.

Feiyan closed her eyes and screamed loudly: "Wu Ming! Help!"

"Wu Ming..." Wang Tian paused and wanted to turn around and look for it.

It was this moment! Wuming no longer hesitated, and his fingers loosened his arrow and flew out at high speed, spiral airflow.

Wang Tian suddenly felt a chill behind his back, which was a kind of coldness that the god of death looked down. The animal-like reflex nerve made him dodge to the side at high speed instead of reaching out to block the flying thing.

puff……

The tough body that could block the lightsaber was penetrated by Wuming's arrow. The powerful impact force made Wang Tian turn around in the air for several times before he removed most of the force and stood on the ground.

The first arrow was shot out, and Wuming's strong bow had already pulled the second death arrow again.

Wang Tian hasn't felt pain for a long time. This is the first time that he has felt severe pain when he has made him feel. Beads of sweat as big as beans fall from his forehead, but he has no time to raise his hand to wipe it.

Because the arrow feathers that did not kill him just now, the second one has come to collect his life again.

With defense, Wang Tian struggled to avoid Wuming's second arrow. As soon as his feet stuck to the ground, Wuming's third deadly arrow flew again. Wang Tian leaned back, and the arrow wiped his forehead and flew over, and red blood flowed out of his forehead.

"Lycard! Haven't you taken action yet? Do you really want me to die?" Wang Tian's roar had just ended, but he finally did not completely avoid Wuming's fourth arrow, and another long arrow feather was added to his thigh.

If he had not won the first arrow, Wang Tian would be confident of avoiding other arrow feathers. He was severely injured by the first arrow and felt that the God of Death was so close to him for the first time. Wang Tian also encountered such a powerful archer for the first time. The next arrow was to take his life, and Wang Tian knew this better than anyone else in his heart.

"Finally found!" An excited voice sounded behind Wuming.
Chapter completed!