The disciples of Huashan are two meters apart, and are lined up by more than eighty meters apart. They only occupy a small section in the middle of the valley, but they are the flattest section in the valley, which is most suitable for horse racing. The horse thief watches from afar and slowly moves closer to this section.

More than 400 horse thieves slowly accelerated, and reached a two hundred steps away from the disciples of Huashan, and had already started trotting.

Xue Yile glanced at the target, took a breath, hooked his fingers on the bowstring, slowly pulled it open, and the three-stone strong bow bent into a full moon. With a buzzing sound, the feather arrow disappeared in front of the bow. The next moment, it drilled into the sparse queue of horse thieves and instantly nailed to the forehead of a horse thieves in the third row.

The horse thief died instantly, leaned back, his feet were still hanging on the stirrups. He ran a few feet with the horse before he fell to one side and fell down. The horse's hooves behind him were trampled on as if they had not seen them.

Xue Yile's arrow was a signal. More than forty feather arrows shot out almost at the same time. With a "peng", a white light flashed and knocked down the horse thief.

Huashan disciples practice arrows since childhood, and their bow strength starts from three to five, and their skills improve with age and skills. When they become adults, most people use strong bows between two or three stones.

Those who can be taken away from the Western Regions are all disciples with excellent archery skills. Once an arrow is shot, they will reach the target instantly.

Thirty-six horse thieves were shot in arrows and screamed, some died immediately and some fell down on the horse's back.

Seven horse thieves waved their swords, drove powerful feather arrows, lowered their bodies, and continued to gallop.

The horse thief behind him was shocked when he saw it. Several people couldn't help but shoot arrows. Unfortunately, the bow was insufficient, and the feather arrows crossed over 100 or 60 steps and fell to the ground with no strength.

Xue Yile was happy and shouted in a low voice: "Eat quickly!"

Originally, the most difficult thing about this battle was that the masters of the Songshan Sect were hiding among the horse thieves. When the disciples of Huashan killed the thieves, they would definitely be attacked by the masters of the Songshan Sect.

Unexpectedly, the horse thieves were too different in strength. As soon as the forty-four strong bows came out, they immediately distinguished the ordinary horse thief from the master. It was really a bit surprising.

All the Huashan disciples here have the ability to shoot pearls, but they carry not many feather arrows, so ensuring accuracy is the foundation. Therefore, although they shoot rapidly, they do not use the speed of shooting three or five in one breath. However, when one breath is inhaled and one arrow, it is also a high-speed shooting rate that the horse thief dare not imagine.

After only ten breaths, the horse thief ran a few dozen steps. The disciples of Huashan had already shot ten arrows. Although the feather arrows were not dense, they were continuous. The screams of the horse thief were even louder, but the sound of the horse running was extremely loud, covering up the screams.

The horse thieves behind saw their companions falling head-on. In just a moment, they ran on more than 200 horses in front, and only more than 26 people were left.

The twenty-six people also knew that their identities were exposed, so they stopped looking at the horse's horse. The weapons passed through the horse's thighs. The horse neighed in pain and accelerated instantly, and rushed towards the defense line of Huashan disciples frantically.

"Chain the horse!"

Xue Yile shouted softly, forty-four feather arrows came out of the air and instantly shot to the front of the horse's legs. Although the twenty-six good players tried their best to defend, Gu Zuo could not Gu You. The seventeen horses' hooves were shot and fell to the ground. The martial arts masters with black faces gently swept off the horse's back, jumped up, and came to the Huashan disciples.

The Huashan disciples shot another round, but they only shot the other nine horses down, but they could not do anything to these martial arts masters.

"Four teams face it!" Xue Yile shouted softly.

Twenty-eight inner disciples dropped their long bows, pulled off the arrow bag on their backs, drew out the long sword, and came out across the crowd, instantly forming four Tiangang Beidou Seven Star Formations, and greeted more than twenty Songshan Sect masters.

The other dozen people continued to shoot at the horse thieves a hundred steps away, and one by one, they screamed and turned over and dismounted.

The feathered arrows crossed the sky and shot dozens of horse thieves. The rest of the horse thieves led their bows and shot arrows one after another. However, at such a distance, the horse thieves had only one stone's bow, and the arrows shot out were almost invisible to the disciples of Huashan.

As the horse thieves were shot down, more than twenty more people were highlighted. They pushed away the feather arrows and rushed straight to the defense line of the Huashan disciples.

More than a hundred other horse thieves were already scared and did not dare to rush towards the defense line of Huashan disciples, and tilted to both sides, and leaned far away towards the back of Huashan disciples.

The horses that were rushing ahead stopped. Some turned around and searched for their masters, while others turned around and ran to the sides with the other horses, as if they smelled the fierce aura of the Huashan master and avoided them from afar.

Xue Yile smiled gently. The Huashan disciples' arrows were too fast. When the horse thief and the Songshan disciples remembered to go around in circles, most of the horse thiefs had been shot and killed, and more than a hundred horse thieves were left. They were already scared and their combat power was vulnerable.

More than a dozen Huashan disciples moved their steps as the horse thief turned, and kept bows and arrows in their hands, and established a strike line on the side of the defense line.

Xue Yile also put down his bow and arrow, followed behind the four seven-star formations with a long sword in his hand. Yang Yijian continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows, alerting the horse thieves scattering around. Among the remaining more than a hundred horse thieves, there must be masters hidden in it.

For the masters, the four Tiangang Beidou Seven Star Formations were just laid out, and more than a dozen Songshan Sect masters waved their swords. At this point, the Songshan Sect did not hide its iconic broad sword at all.

"Start up"

With the four clear shouts of Zhang Yiqiang and the other four, the four Tiangang Beidou Seven Star Formations were instantly activated, and twenty-eight disciples jumped left and right, each of whom six or seven people were involved, fighting together.

Two of them were extremely alert, and dodged left and right, avoiding the power range of the seven-star formation. They jumped a few times and came to Xue Yile's side. The sword shook and stabbed.

Yang Yijian casually shot an arrow from the man behind. The man opened his sword and rushed over. Yang Yijian dropped the bow and arrow, pulled out his long sword and jumped over, slashing at the man with one sword.

More than twenty people behind him had already rushed to the vicinity, and saw that the two sides had already fought together and rushed towards the other Huashan disciples with weapons.

The four Tiangang Beidou Seven Star Formations suddenly dispersed, and four or five people were surrounded by them, and they instantly gathered together again. Seven Huashan disciples surrounded ten Songshan disciples and fought.

The other four or five disciples of Songshan avoided the sword formation and rushed towards Xue Yile and Yang Yijian.

When several Huashan disciples saw this, they threw down their bows and arrows, jumped over together, swung their swords and took over several people.

Jiang Bulin connected with a few swords from the disciples of Songshan, and staggered a little, and took a few steps back towards Xue Yile. The disciples of Songshan were very happy and swung their swords to slash. Jiang Bulin took another sword, as if he could not bear the force, so he stopped taking the Kuojian of Songshan, and fought with him with a mistake.

Zhao Yishui shouted loudly and stabbed with a sword, repelling the Songshan disciple in front of him, jumped down, and came to Jiang Bulin's side, stabbed with a sword, helping Jiang Bulin to take over the Songshan disciple.

Jiang Bulin turned his sword and stabbed the disciple of Songshan Sect who was chasing Zhao Yishui. The two exchanged opponents and fought with the disciple of Songshan Sect beside Xue Yile.

The four sword formations continued to run. After only one stick of incense, the sound of the disciples of Songshan Sect began to be heard. Ten disciples of Songshan Sect felt that they were attacked from both sides. The disciples of Huashan Sect were appearing around. Huashan Sect was crisscrossed with sharp swords. If one was not careful, he would get injured.

Zhao Sihai's face was a little ashen. He rode on the horse from afar. After watching for a while, a group of Songshan disciples had slowly begun to fall into a disadvantage.

The Songshan Sect never knew that the Huashan Sect actually had a sword formation.

In a group of seven people, they actually fought against ten disciples of the Songshan Sect. These are all powerful second-rate players.

Moreover, the ten disciples who were at a disadvantage began to be injured slowly. Judging from the situation, if they did not rescue them, someone would probably die soon.

The two junior brothers had already had a fight with Xue Yile and Yang Yijian, and the other two junior brothers also slowly fought and lurked over. As soon as they had the chance, they would suddenly attack.

Zhao Sihai turned his head and said to Qinghai Yixiao, whose eyes were full of blood, and said, "It's time for us to go."

Qinghai Yixiao nodded fiercely, looked back at his fearful subordinates, sighed and said, "The others retreat, we will go up."

Zhao Sihai didn't say anything. He wanted to use the cover of the horse thief to approach the disciples of the Huashan Sect. Unexpectedly, all the disciples of the Huashan Sect were good at archery skills. After a few breaths, they shot ordinary horse thieves to death. This plan was a failure.

But it doesn't matter, so come directly. The Songshan Sect is never afraid of tough battles.

More than a dozen people flew off the horse, crossed the crowd, and rushed towards the battlefield with weapons.
Chapter completed!