Chapter 705

After the spiritual power was injected into the longbow, the inscription on the longbow suddenly lit up, as if it had come back to life. Under the effect of the array composed of inscriptions, psychic power becomes a bow string. The thin and tall man pulled open the bow string, and three arrows condensed with spiritual power appeared on the long bow.

In this way, if Yang Xuan wants to avoid Kai ator's attack, he must move around. But under the aim of the three arrows, Yang Xuan's range of movement was reduced a lot. After all, as long as the thin and tall man shoots the arrows in his hand at the place where Yang Xuan may settle, although the power of these arrows is not big, Yang Xuan still needs to mobilize part of his spiritual power to resist. But at the same time, the people who attacked Yang Xuan were not only atore and thin and tall men. At this moment, all the other riders were running their most powerful skills and were ready to attack Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan just calmly stood in place. Seeing that the distance between ator and him was only a short two meters away, Yang Xuan still didn't mean to dodge. In the distance, the man holding the long bow frowned slightly. He didn't know what Yang Xuan wanted to do. Yang Xuan raised the empty hand and used it. The powerful suction gushed out of his palm, which made ator approach Yang Xuan a little faster.

"Sure enough, he is still young. He dares to let his opponent get close so easily. Doesn't he know that my broken gold fist once killed a fierce beast in the fourth territory?"

Ator smiled coldly and looked at Yang Xuan as if he were looking at a dead man. As soon as he gets close to Yang Xuan, under his iron fist, even if Yang Xuan is hard, he will not be seriously injured later, but as long as ator delays Yang Xuan's breathing for even a few times, the other riders who rush over with ator behind him can catch up and repair the injury, and then only need a few breathing times, Even if Yang Xuan's strength is infinitely close to the sixth realm, it will be torn to pieces by several other riders.

However, although artor's small abacus played well, Yang Xuan didn't expect it. Seeing that ator's fist could hit Yang Xuan immediately, Yang Xuan suddenly moved. The wooden sword in the hand that had been behind him suddenly shook, and the sword tip stabbed ator's chest. Under the suction of Yin Lingna yuan's hand, ator can't dodge, but at this time, all his spiritual power has been condensed in his fist and is ready to cause as much damage to Yang Xuan as possible in the attack on Yang Xuan.

Now, even if ator wanted to use his spiritual power to condense a shield, it was too late. The tip of the wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand trembled slightly and stabbed into ator's chest like cutting tofu. A burst of smoke came out of ator's chest. Under the heat from inflammation, ator's fragile internal organs turned into coke in an instant. AtTOR's eyes stared round and couldn't believe the wooden sword stabbed into his chest, but he could only hang his head powerlessly.

"Senior brother!"

The Dragon flag not far away shouted and rushed towards Yang Xuan. On the ground, the fat man who had just been trampled into the ground by Yang Xuan had pulled his head out of the ground. Seeing that Yang Xuan was shooting at ator, he grabbed Yang Xuan's ankle and yanked it back.

Yang Xuan's center of gravity was unstable for a moment and fell to the ground. At the same time, all the other riders have come to Yang Xuan, and the weapons in their hands also fall on Yang Xuan.

"General Yang."

In the crowd, seeing Yang Xuan being besieged, Chen Zhihu couldn't help but shout and rushed up. But just then, Yang Xuan's breath suddenly became stronger.

A strong wave of spiritual power suddenly came from the place where the weapons in the hands of more than a dozen riders fell at the same time. Then, Yang Xuan put his hands on his chest, took down more than a dozen weapons that fell on him with his back, and then jumped out of it. The powerful power radiated from Yang Xuan's body and made more than a dozen riders step back.

But Yang Xuan felt bad after receiving so many attacks at one breath. Just when the rider attacked Yang Xuan, the rider with a long bow nearby had shot out the powerful arrows on the bow, and the arrows stabbed Yang Xuan's left shoulder because they had just resisted the others without a cohesive shield. Yang Xuan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and without hesitation melted the Lingli arrows pierced into his shoulder.

When the barbarian riding master saw that Yang Xuan was still alive, he would attack Yang Xuan again after he got up from the ground. But Yang Xuan naturally could not suffer another loss. The smoke and dust moved step by step, and his body disappeared in place. Then, when other riders were looking for Yang Xuan's trace, Yang Xuan suddenly appeared behind the Dragon flag.

Although the heavy cavalry under the Dragon flag is the most elite among the twenty riders, the strength of the Dragon flag is the lowest among the twenty riders. Since Yang Xuan has killed these people, in addition to the one who poses the greatest threat to himself, Yang Xuan naturally wants to start from the person with the weakest strength.

When Yang Xuan appeared behind him, the Dragon flag suddenly risked its soul. Although the heart is full of hatred for Yang Xuan, the Dragon flag is still very clear about the strength gap between himself and Yang Xuan. The Dragon flag reacted quickly and condensed a layer of shield on the surface of his body with spiritual power, ready to meet Yang Xuan's attack.

However, although the response of Longqi has been very fast, the gap between the two can not be made up. Yang Xuan's sword fell, and the head of the Dragon flag flew into the sky.

"Younger martial brother."

The remaining 17 riders shouted out in unison, but it was too late. Longqi's body, which had lost its head, fell to the ground. Although it was beheaded by Yang Xuan's sword, there was no blood splashing out because the Liyan on the wooden sword had burned the wound.

The head of the Dragon flag lit down from the sky, and his eyes were still wide open. Yang Xuan smiled and disappeared in place again.

When he appeared again, he had returned to the place where the city garrison of lodu had just been located. There are more than a dozen psychic crossbows right there. Yang Xuan reached out and grabbed the psionic crossbow. His other hand pressed on the crystal stone used by the psionic crossbow as a spiritual power charge.

The small wooden sword mysteriously suspended behind Yang Xuan, just like a pet.

The scene that stunned everyone happened. Yang Xuan took out a crossbow arrow made of spirit stone, inserted it into the arrow slot of the spirit crossbow, and injected spirit power into the spirit crossbow. Originally, a third boundary friar tried his best to inject spiritual power, and it took half a minute to recharge the spiritual crossbow. Under Yang Xuan's hand, the arrow tip of the crossbow lit up after only two short breaths.