Feng Wuyou set up a large formation on the mountain steps, and the people below naturally thought that her response was on the front. No one had ever expected that there were ambushes on both sides.

The rain of arrows hit and there was another rush.

These people are not weak in martial arts, and they can always resist when encountering arrow rain, but at this time, because they are not prepared, many people are still hit.

The arrow pierced into the body, except for a very small number of fatal blows, most of them only pierced their hands, feet and torso and suffered some injuries.

These people are all old people, so they immediately broke the arrow shaft and retreated first to evacuate the range of the arrow.

But before they could run a few steps, they suddenly made a series of plops, and they couldn't stand steadily and rolled down the steps.

The stairs before the temple are quite steep. If there is nothing to stop them, I am afraid that I will keep going to the end.

People below who were still outside the range of the arrow quickly took action to intercept their companions. Just as they were about to ask, they saw that their faces were dark and they were already dead.

Feng Wuyou looked below and sighed helplessly: "The temple is too kind. A temple that has been around for hundreds of years can only apply hundreds of arrows if there is only a little poison."

Even these arrows were not fired in vain and could not kill many people.

After all, in the journey of bows and arrows, the more you shoot in the air and the less you shoot in the air.

The people standing beside Feng Wuyou, from Qianxin to Empress Dowager Jin's deputy commander of the guards, and then to the leader of the sect soldiers in the temple, were all constipated.

All of them have caused this to be killed, and they are still complaining that there is little poison.
Chapter completed!