After Liu Bian left for half an hour, the night in the east gradually faded away, revealing a shallow white fish belly.＊,

Liu Bian whistled, and the big eagle, who had been dozing on the sled, opened its eyes, raised its neck, and looked at Liu Bian. Liu Bian raised his hand and threw a piece of flesh. The eagle opened its mouth and grabbed it, raised its head, swallowed it, then jumped up and flew into the sky.

Liu Bian looked at the big eagle with satisfaction, turned around and said to Diao Chan who was curled up on the sled and pretending to sleep: "From now on, don't look at me. You can go in which direction the big eagle flies, and don't care about anything else. Do you know?"

Diao Chan was a little nervous, frowned slightly, and looked at Liu Bian with concern.

"You don't have to worry about me." Liu Bian laughed: "No matter how many people they come, as long as they can't catch you, they can't catch me."

"Okay." Diao Chan nodded helplessly, put on her equipment again, took a breath, raised her chest, and looked at Liu Bian deeply: "Take care of your Majesty!" Her body bent slightly, she supported her hands with force, and rushed forward.

Liu Bian closed his eyes, injected his thoughts into the sea of ​​consciousness of the eagle, patrolling the surrounding environment. With the reflection of the rising sun, he saw a group of about five or six hundred cavalrymen approaching ten miles away. Judging from the breath exhaled by the people and horses, they had already walked a lot and were exhausted a lot of physical strength. According to the time calculation, if he stood up at normal time, these people would just arrive at Langjuxu Mountain.

His vigilance created time for him to collide head-on when these people were the most tired and unaware.

Liu Bian directed the big eagle to turn and flew northeast. When Diao Chan saw the big eagle turn, she looked back at Liu Bian and turned around. Liu Bian waved to Diao Chan, took off the three-stone horn bow, hung the string, pulled it twice, pushed a bag of arrows to the appropriate position, and began to rush lightly.

The waffle beast ran towards the enemy with its brisk steps.

After a few glasses of wine, Liu Bian saw a black line emerging from the horizon. He smiled, took a bow and took an arrow, and let out a loose string.

With a "buzzing", the feather arrow trembled violently and then disappeared into the air. After one tenth of the breath, the feather arrow broke through the air and entered Liu Bian's ears. If Lu Bu saw this scene, he would be shocked. The arrow shot by Liu Bian was not weaker than him at all. He easily reached the state of sonic boom, even even more than that.

Almost in an instant, among the riders who were racing in the distance, the one who rushed in front suddenly flew up, turned two in the air, and hit the other one head-on on the body of another knight. The two of them landed one after another, rolled into a ball, and then were stomped by the war horse behind. One was trampled on his thigh and the other was trampled on his chest, and at the same time he let out a shrill scream.

The silent team suddenly became in chaos. The knights held the horses, raised their shields and swords, and glanced at everything around them vigilantly. Before they could see clearly, another shadow flashed and hit a knight's chest. The knight also flew up, splashing blood everywhere.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Someone shouted, urging the war horses to run to the side. The gathered formations are the easiest to be shot, and it is inconvenient to accelerate. The war horses have no speed and lose most of their power. These people are elites in the tribe. Various tactics have been integrated into blood and become instincts. When they encounter an attack, they don't have to wait for orders at all, and they immediately enter the combat state from the marching state. The team, which was originally like a long snake, suddenly dispersed, like the expanded neck of a cobra, and the spreading wings of an eagle. The entire formation suddenly became several times larger. While accelerating, they looked into the distance, hoping to find the figure of the enemy.

There was nothing in front of me, only feather arrows rushed from afar, shooting one knight after another. These arrows were so swift that it took some time for these battle-hardened knights to react.

The enemy is right in front of him, and he is a super archer. Not to mention the accuracy, this strength and range alone are enough to make them dumbfounded. Even the Legend of the Condor Heroes on the grassland are just like this.

The little coach Duan Xu, who was walking in the middle of the team, made a furious attack. Suddenly, he remembered what his father said to him before departure. The message sent by Murong Feng once reminded them that Liu Bian snatched the Iron Wolf's three-stone horn bow. His arm strength was amazing and not weaker than the Iron Wolf. Be careful of his long-range sniping.

Iron Wolf is a famous archer on the grassland, almost as famous as the eagle of the Eagle Tribe. When he was fighting against Liu Bian, he not only watched Liu Bian kill Murong Gui, but also snatched the treasure bow that was leaning towards life by Liu Bian. This is an unbelievable thing in itself. It can be seen that Liu Bian's archery skills cannot be underestimated.

However, no one really took this matter to heart. A Han emperor seemed to have no relationship with archery. The reason why Liu Bian was powerful was not because of his archery skills, but because he had dragons. Compared with the legendary dragons, archery skills were really insignificant.

But now, they have not seen Liu Bian, nor have they seen Liu Bian's dragon, but they have first learned about Liu Bian's archery skills.

Feather arrows rushed from a distance, shooting them in a mess, with heavy casualties. Especially before they scattered, almost the arrows were never lost. It was not until a dozen knights were caught that the eagle shooter in the team determined Liu Bian's position, pulled the strong bow in his hand, and shot the first counterattack arrow.

Seeing an arrow shot from the other side, Liu Bian sided and avoided it, put away the bow, picked up the iron spear, lowered his body, and began to speed up.

The beast let go of its pace and ran wildly, almost taking the four claws into the air. Even the thick snow could not stop its pace.

Seeing the Legend of the Condor Heat attack, no fatal feather arrows flew over the opposite side, the Xianbei people of the Linghu Tribe finally breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at the lonely figure who was approaching quickly, and were both angry and funny. It would be fine if they attacked with bows and arrows in the distance. What does it mean to rush over by one person? Do you want to fight these five or six hundred people with your own strength? He really thought he was a god?

If he was really a god, how could he be suppressed by the Legend of the Condor He voluntarily gave up the security tactics of long-range shooting.

The Xianbei people regained their confidence, shouted loudly, and surrounded them in a fan shape. When Liu Bian entered the range, many people raised their bows and fired continuously.

"Buzz!" The string sounded like a thunderbolt.

"Swoosh swish swish", the arrows sprinted like rain.

Liu Bianli penetrated the tip of the spear and shook the iron spear with one hand, turning the heavy iron spear like a soft white wax pole, forming a vortex, and like a funnel. The oncoming arrow was sucked into it, losing its strength, falling into the snow like a mess of grass, but no arrow could hurt him and the beast.

He had no shield, but he turned the iron spear into a huge invisible shield, protecting the back tightly with one man and one beast.

The two sides quickly approached and saw the invisible shield flying towards them. Seeing the dense arrow feathers losing their power in front of this shield, the Xianbei people were shocked. On the battlefield, warriors with high martial arts skills did not use shields, but used weapons in their hands to dial arrows. It was not without precedent, but it was definitely not the way one person faced five or six hundred people. No matter how fast a person was and his eyes were sharp, he could not face dozens of bows at the same time. There was always a time to make a mistake.

Of course, those people call with weapons, rather than covering everything like Liu Bian.

Because no one can make the iron spear so fast as Liu Bian.

Duan Xu took a breath, and he had an unknown premonition.

Just in the panic of the Xianbei people, Liu Bian arrived. The iron spear shook, and the shield made of the spear shadow suddenly disappeared. The iron spear turned into cold lights and stabbed at the Xianbei people. The two-meter-long iron spear should be the weapon of a brave general, or even a flag gun, but now it has become a killing weapon in Liu Bian's hand. The sharp spear trembled, sweeping away a spear, knocking away a sword, and piercing through a body.

There was no one in front of Liu Bian. Wherever he went, those who were invincible were invincible.

With one breath, Liu Bian waved his iron spear, killed thirteen people in a row, and rushed to the Sagittarius hand wearing heavy armor.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes widened his eyes and looked at Liu Bian incredibly, even forgot that it almost became an instinctive shooting.

He didn't know whether he was facing a human or a monster, but he knew that the enemy was definitely not a horse, and the horse would not have horns, nor would it have tiger-like claws.

Liu Bian smiled slightly, and the iron spear stabbed the chestplate of the Sagittarius hand with the sound of the wind.

With a muffled sound of "Dang", the Sagittarius hand flew up. He vomited blood from his mouth, and his breastplate was deeply concave, but it was not pierced by the iron spear. Liu Bian was surprised. Although he was blocked by the Xianbei formation, his speed was not the fastest and he did not do his best, but the power of this spear was not at all. Not to mention the Xianbei leather armor, even ordinary iron armor could penetrate it. Why was this Sagittarius hand spared and was just stabbed to fly?

Liu Bian kicked the beast without thinking. The beast rushed forward violently. Liu Bian bent down and caught him with one hand before the Sagittarius landed on the ground, clamped him under his armpit, continued to wield the iron spear and continuously assassinate the battle formation of the Xianbei people. The two sides ran against each other, more than 300 steps apart, which slowed down.

Liu Bian hung the iron spear on the saddle bridge, stretched out his hand to pull away the iron armor of the archer. Under the fine fish scale armor, he saw something familiar.

A Western ring armor commonly found in movies in previous lives, also known as chain mail.

Liu Bian smiled: "It turns out that he is prepared."

The Legend of Condor He looked at Liu Bian in horror, unable to say a word. Liu Bian didn't look at him, and stretched out his hand, twisted his neck with a "click", took off his arrow pouch from his waist, and then threw the already exasperated Legend of Condor He threw the already angry hands on the snow. He turned the sway beast, looked at the Xianbei people who were slowing down, sneered, activated the sway beast again, and rushed over. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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