Chapter 1127 – My Arrows (1/2)

Chapter 1127 – My Arrows1

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The black silhouette could be called a mountain range, and it could also be described as the arm of a demon god.

At the very front of the mountain range, precisely the part of the sky over Chen Changsheng's and Xu Yourong's heads, were five mountain peaks that looked just like five fingers.

The storm of swords descended upon these mountains, dust rising as the rocks cracked.

The speed at which the mountains sank down grew slower and slower until, finally, they stopped.

In this entire process, Xu Yourong never once glanced up at the night sky. She seemed unconcerned, and one could naturally understand this as the trust she had in Chen Changsheng.

She thrust the temple sword into the grass beside her.

There was a soft whoosh as smoke began to rise from the grass, but it did not burn. On the contrary, the grass grew straighter and seemed even more full of life.

She took a longbow made of tong wood from her back.

This bow made of tong wood was that bow ranked on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, the Tong Bow.

Only Nanke, Chen Changsheng, Qiushan Jun, and Gou Hanshi knew that Xu Yourong's strongest skill was not in the sword.

The temple sword had been found by Chen Changsheng in the Garden of Zhou and returned to Holy Maiden Peak.

She had only mastered the Sword of Great Light after receiving the temple sword.

She had carried the Tong Bow on her back, however, ever since she was a child.

Usually, no one could see this longbow.

It would only appear when needed.

…Like now.

Xu Yourong took out an arrow and nocked it on the string.

This was a Wu Arrow.

With a calm expression, she raised the bow.

Her movements were calm and practiced, like drifting clouds or flowing water, but also like ten-some drawings layered over each other, each action clear and explicit.

The bowstring was pulled taut, gradually taking the shape of the Moon in the north worshipped by the demons.

Her eyelashes blinked.

The wind stirred.

Her white robes floated in the wind.

Her black hair also floated upward, rising level with the arrow.

The delicate fingers left the string.

The Tong Bow strummed.

It was said that the best zithers were made of tong wood, so it was no wonder that this sound was so moving.

The note echoed across the grassland.

The arrow arrived before the sound.

Several li away…

A bloody hole appeared between the eyes of a demon soldier.

It was an extremely round and smooth hole. One even felt the urge to describe it as delicate.

Xu Yourong then drew the bow a second time, a third time, a fourth time…

Her actions remained steady, beautiful in their simplicity and conciseness.

Her quiver was swiftly emptied.

Thirty Wu Arrows left the bowstring of the Tong Bow and flew into the darkness toward the wolf cavalry several li away.

Groan after groan followed.

Flower after flower of blood bloomed.

Soldier after demon soldier fell.

Cries of fear rose one after the other.

The wolf cavalry scattered.

Thirty arrows could at most kill only thirty times.

Logically speaking, breaking up the party was the best choice.

Xu Yourong once more raised the Tong Bow, even though she had no more arrows.

This time, she clearly needed much more time.

Finally she let the bowstring go.

The bowstring was stained with a little blood. When this blood met and chafed against the wind, it burst into golden flames.

Those arrows that pierced through the skulls of demon soldiers…

Those arrows that had penetrated through the bodies of giant wolves…

Those Wu Arrows, bringers of death that then vanished into the darkness… suddenly returned.

Thirty Wu Arrows left behind trails of fire as they pursued the scattered wolf cavalry. They were like blazing birds of fire, gorgeous shooting stars.

Many years ago in the Garden of Zhou, at the end of Sunset Valley, Nanke had experienced this attack.

This was the first time since that night that Xu Yourong had used this attack.

How could those wolf cavalry escape?