Shan He Biao Li

When Chu Huan looked into the sky, he saw the sparrows hovering like giant statues with wings spread, so small and insignificant. Looking around, there were countless mountains and steep cliffs.

The water under the cliff is as thin as cotton thread, and the forest where the leaves have fallen out of the Liyi people's settlement has grown into a leafy landscape again in a few moments. The pavilion is covered, and it is blown by the wind of hunting. A raging green wave.

He overlooked a black and squeezed monster, his eyes fell to the ground, looking up at the sea of ​​clouds that were close to the Cangshan Mountain, and he was confused and could not see the top of the mountain.

The inexplicable bigness and the openness suddenly caused some kind of fear.

Between these inconspicuous dimensions, the small building and the open space where the Shoushan people are located, seem to have become a small world of little helplessness in a drop of sea.

When Chu Huan saw Nanshan take a toast with ease, for a moment, he optimistically thought that the so-called "fighting" of Brother Gangmao, but only two groups of people gathered together to fight the group, and the mountain gate turned around is another source of peach ... There may be only a few evil dogs in the wilderness.

Until he glanced in person.

At a glance, Chu Huan had a different feeling to Nanshan with a smile and said, "Come back next year."

Do these mountain guards fall directly from Taohuayuan into this brutal battle state every time they turn over?

How long will they stay here? Do you wake up every day and find that your door is blocked by a fierce monster?

He didn't know how the young man smiled and drank the bowl of wine, didn't he find it difficult to swallow?

The "crazy dog" Mutai seems to be taller than he had seen before. Chu Huan took a closer look and found that the "crazy dog" was riding a kind of one meter high on his neck ... well, little creature.

Their backs are bent like a circle drawn by a compass. No wonder the goalkeeper wants to replace them with a circle. The whole life is very "flat", like being rolled by a rolling pin, this small creature sits on the neck of the "mad dog" with its legs spread out As the wind blows, there is a danger of blowing in the wind, so the legs crossed in front of the neck of the "mad dog" are tied with a buckle to prevent falling.

Looking far away, the "crazy dogs" carrying their masters seem to collectively wear a shameless scarf around their necks.

I don't know what other people think. Anyway, with Chu Huan's limited common sense, he can hardly imagine that the noodle-like legs can support upright walking.

The flatman seemed to know when the mountain guards would appear. A sharp and hoarse whistling sounded out of the mad dog bush, like a blasting drum of war. In the sky, howling, the hill and the earth tremble together.

Chu Huan knew that he should n’t be distracted at this time, but apart from pinching himself, he did n’t really know how to react to it.

As of today, the feeling that "My mother must be dreaming" has emerged from his heart once again.

Suddenly grabbed his arm with one hand, Nan Shan said shortly: "Come here, don't leave me."

His pull was surprisingly powerful, and Chu Huan was almost staggered by him.

At this time, Xiaofang turned his head and shouted loudly at Nanshan, "Patriarch! How could they be around here, brother of the gatekeeper at the foot of the mountain?"

Nanshan took a deep look at him, and said with a meaning: "Let the elders be ready."

What are you ready for? Chu Huan didn't understand, but Xiaofang did.

Xiaofang, a man with big branches and big leaves, went straight, and generally did not know what his eyesight was. It was originally a little two hundred and fifty, but at this time, just a look and a word of unknown meaning, he understood the meaning of Nanshan. Niu's eyes suddenly turned red, and he widened his eyes, as if he wanted to stare back at the tears, so that he showed a bit of a dreadful look.

After Nanshan finished speaking, he raised the patriarch's scepter high, and the little viper climbed up along the scepter somehow. The head of the triangle stood at the top, opened his mouth, and swallowed the flame on the scepter.

In addition to bird eggs in its recipes, there are flames, but it is still an omnivorous snake.

The cold flames disappeared out of thin air, revealing the dark, thick wood core of the scepter.

Nanshan: "Let the arrow."

Xiaofang snarled like a sleepy beast and growled loudly: "What are you stunned for? Arrows! Arrows!"

Between the speeches, arrows of large and small flew down the mountain cliffs, mostly small dense arrows, sometimes mixed with a large arrow like a javelin, when the sky weaves a dark cloud covering the sky.

Halfway through, all the arrows suddenly violated the laws of physics, paused in the air, and then suddenly accelerated with fuel.

The sharp metal split the air and rushed towards the enemy like a bamboo.

It's like ... There is an invisible accelerator in mid-air!

The accelerator is very effective, and countless "crazy dogs" and flat people around their necks are penetrated or flew out by arrow rain without mercy. Three or two "crazy dogs" as if they were invulnerable, rushed up, and can be pierced by a big javelin-like arrow into a candied gourd.

Even the thinnest arrow, which can be broken with two fingers, can be inserted directly into the rock of the mountain wall. The melons and vegetables are so sharp that only the exposed tail feathers tremble at high speed.

Chu Huan turned his head violently and clearly felt Nanshan shaking his hand holding him, sweat beads flowing down from his forehead, and his long wet hair sticking to the chin of the knife.

He asked in shock: "This is ... the power of blood exchange?"

Nanshan heard a slight tick in the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say, "Did you regret it?" But now, Nanshan was alone and carrying thousands of bows and arrows, unable to distract, so this sentence was only silently asked in his own mind.

Chu Huan didn't wait for his answer, but just thought about it for a while, and then praised himself, "Miracle-those with this special function can also say that they can be killed by killing, making the church too powerful. It ’s a man. "

Nanshan: "..."

He gave Chu Huan a helpless glance, feeling that he still had too small a vocabulary, and he couldn't comment on it.

Nanshan raised his scepter again and evoked another wave of overwhelming arrows. They washed the **** with the sound of a bow-like string and shouted tsunami. The enemy's body remained on the **** like a large, frozen ripple.

Although Chu Huan was the first to experience the cold weapon battlefield, he looked on coldly, feeling that the location of the Liyi tribe was high, backed by a ridge, and was a terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The only problem was that the "mad dog" Mutai was really too forbidden to beat. The roots were inserted into hedgehogs all over the body. As long as he was n’t dead, he could still roll up stoutly, waving his claws and continue to rush forward.

Chu Huan did not take part in the battle. He stood honestly beside Nanshan, pondering when these black "crazy dogs" spitting arrows would be used, while observing these weird enemies.

Right now, the arrow of the mountain guard is pushed down at no cost, and the enemy is walking up with the corpse, so Chu Huan infers that the wind arrow of the "crazy dog" has a range.

Nanshan must also understand this, so that the clan can make all bows and arrows as short as possible in a short time, and weaken the enemy's combat power as much as possible.

Once the opponent is close enough, the bows and arrows of the mountain guards are probably useless.

The "mad dogs" fighting alone have limited lethality. How can these flat people like gauze organize them?

Chu Huan touched the short knife that Nanshan gave him from the waist, and sighed again, it would be good if he had a gun.

The few rifles left by the old seniors could still be used. The problems caused by the old age are not a problem for Chu Huan. The problem is that the bullets were all played by the folks of this group of people from the Yi ethnic group.

It is also south and near water, the climate is already wet, plus individual bear children secretly take out the bullets to play games while the adults are not paying attention, let them walk through the water and the soil, decades later, Gunpowder has long turned into cumin powder.

Within the range, give him a gun, even if it is a folk soil rifle, Chu Huan dare to speak out and say absolutely what kind of wind arrow water arrow.

It is said that the big hammer in the sand can't hit the little ants, and the knife can't stop the squad.

Despite the fierce firepower of the mountain guards and the blessings of unknown cyclones, the "crazy dogs" in the mountains and the wild are still unstoppable. They fell in pieces, and howled up again, and the number of climbs decreased on a large scale. It did n’t take long, and only 30% or 40% of the “mad dogs” were still alive.

At this time, as expected by Chu Huan, the enemy was too close, and the mountain guard entered the range of the "crazy dog" wind arrow.

I saw a flat man suddenly took out a weird horn, and blew out, humming, the sound echoed in the valley, and echoed with the echo, there was a kind of creepy low back tact.

All the mad dogs stopped at the same time and opened their black mouths together.

Nanshan should have known this. He was prepared for it and grasped Chu Huanxun to avoid a piece of mountain rock: "Everyone from the height comes down!"

The clan people skillfully searched for bunkers, and scattered to avoid. Then, the surrounding air seemed to be twisted. The thin cloud on the mountainside was stirred into a huge vortex, the boulders were loose, and the sand flew away. The bow string on the roof was almost instantly The destruction is almost exhausted.

The so-called "arrow of the wind" hit the rocks, armor and cold iron weapons, and suddenly "ping pong" burst into chaos, or someone who was hiding slowly, was cut through the skin, and immediately fell into a **** mouth. The blood came out ominously black.

Chu Huan actually can't understand how "poison in the wind" is a poisonous method, wouldn't it cause respiratory infections? But he did feel the air passing over him from time to time with a powerful lethality.

At this point, the advantage of long-range attacks has turned into a disadvantage, and only the idiot will try to rebuild the crossbow.

Nanshan decisively ordered: "Kill down, kill first ..."

Chu Huan, the last word in his words, had never heard of it, but that did not prevent him from understanding that Nanshan was referring to a flat man riding on the neck of a mad dog.

"Crazy Dog" moves extremely fast, without arrows to suppress, and immediately climbed up.

Dashan's stunned head, at this time, regardless of his head, he rushed to the roof, flying up and carrying an iron crossbow, shouting: "Kill them! Kill them! Revenge! Revenge!"

This reticent young man is talented and amazing. One person can actually carry a giant crossbow that weighs a hundred or so. The thick javelin-like arrows swept out. The filmer shot a pair of jackets and flew out directly, hitting three or four "crazy dogs" one after another.

At the same time, another flat person had arrived, picked up the horn, and then stopped the sound of Fang Cai. The Mutai group once again issued a hurricane that saw a blood-tight throat, and the mountain was almost a living target.

The roof under the young man's feet was lifted all over. He stumbled off the roof, and he suddenly had a few more blood holes.

The mallet and the two kicks were on one side, and at the same time, they flew up, dragging him behind the big white stone against the invisible weapon.

Chu Huan leaned halfway, leaning against a wall without moving. His fingers slowly and steadily rubbed the cold handle of a short knife. It seemed that he was not sitting in the middle of the **** siege, but just sitting in the afternoon.

Chu Huan noticed that every flat person had a horn around their waist. They didn't need to communicate. They seemed to follow a certain established order. One died, and the next one would be connected immediately.

Since it is an unknown creature, it is not ruled out that the flat people use infrasound or ultrasound that cannot be captured by the human ear, but the on-site communication may not be so fast and efficient, so Chu Huan guessed that there must be some sort of flat people's arrangement order.

The second trumpet splayer was shot and killed by a spring knife that suddenly appeared in the head. She disappeared in a flash, and she was a good assassin, but she killed quickly, and the enemy replaced faster.

The third trumpet was connected continuously, with few interruptions.

The closer the distance, the greater the lethality of the group wind arrow. Nanshan suddenly turned Chu Huan to the side-where he just stood was cut into a watermelon pit by wind arrow.

Chu Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling the long-lost adrenaline soar.

But the more urgent the general situation, the more indifferent his face was, but Nanshan did not understand his perverted habit.

Nanshan saw that he lifted his hand to take off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he did not hurriedly fold the temples of his glasses, and put them in his pocket, he didn't know what to say about him.

He admitted that Chu Huan sometimes behaved like a "violent mammoth", but did not expect his reaction speed to be as slow as that of a real mammoth.

Nanshan has a special background. Although his blood relationship gave him unparalleled strength, he also gave him the inherent burden. Although he was the elder's power to let him inherit the scepter of the patriarch, but his unscrupulous boyhood It is still very doubtful. These things have never been mentioned to others, and others have no way of knowing how he has accepted the patriarch's scepter at the age of fourteen and how he has been accepted by the clan and is stable among the clan.

As a patriarch, he must be fair and selfless, and he has developed the habit of treating things outside him as dung. He has never had the concept of "treasure".

Therefore, in this short moment, he could not understand his nearly anxious gains and losses.

Nanshan used to deal with these neighbors. He knew where the wind arrow was going when he heard the wind. He could have avoided it easily, but he saw Chu Huan's feet as rooting, standing unknowingly, and the fierce wind arrow The momentum has arrived, and the murderous intention almost brushed his hair ...

Suddenly, Nanshan's mind rushed over and hugged Chu Huan.

He tried his best to spread his arms to protect Chu Huan, and used his back to face the wind blade that was swept over. The sharp edge of the wind arrow had already touched his back, and Nanshan's hands were tight. In order to pierce his armor, he had already made plans to resist hard with flesh and blood.

But at this moment, Chu Huan's short knife suddenly let go, and the handle quickly hit the rock on one side. The blade of the rebound shot hit the unseen wind arrow in the air, pushing it vigorously away, Nanshan felt The armor at the back of his heart was swept aside, and a thin, long friction sound was made. He did not hesitate immediately, turned back to grab the handle of the short knife, and dragged Chu Huan sideways to a small building.

He met Chu Huan's eyes.

Chu Huan's eyes seemed to be a bit complicated and a little weird. All of these flashed past, and only a piece of softness remained. He said, "What are you doing?"

Nanshan was embarrassed for no apparent reason, so he returned the short knife to him, and stiffened the topic stiffly: "Your knife is lost accurately, not worse than Spring Sister."

Chu Huan raised his eyebrows on one side: "Young man, I can live to the present, but not by blood-sucking and drug-taking."

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