"Who did it??" The third leader shouted. Although he was injured, his skills were still there. Who could kill people in front of many bandits.

"Puff" Another bandit's throat was cut open and he fell to the ground. He was the first person to respond to the third leader and said he wanted to cut Li Qingshan into pieces.

The dark forests are like terrifying devils hiding. The terrifying shadows instantly enveloped all the bandits. No one could see clearly who moved his hand? How did he move his hand? I don’t know if the next dead person will be himself. This unknown fear is the most terrifying thing.

In this panic, the third and fourth bandits fell to the ground, as if the god of death's sickle was silently harvesting life.

The night wind was cold, and a delicate hunting knife wandered among the high dead grass like a poisonous snake. The blade was covered with dark grass juice and would not reflect any light.

And tonight, there is no moon.

Li Qingshan stood in the dark forest on the hillside, looking at all this, only he could see. Xiao An held the hunting knife and wandered among the bandits, with an expression on his face extremely angry.

These bandits' words had completely angered him. He had been numb and dry for a long time, and for the first time he burst out with such a strong emotion, wanting to kill all of these people.

When Li Qingshan saw that Xiao An wanted to get close to the third leader several times, he was blocked back. The third-rate master's blood was already extremely strong and he had already restrained the ghosts. Xiao An was able to get close to him because he nourished him with his own vitality every day.

"Ah!" "Ah!" Two screams, two more bandits died in despair. The third leader was not a waste, and shouted: "Come here, let's lean on each other!" All bandits gathered tightly to him to ensure his safety first.

Many blood and vitality gathered together, like a huge ball of flames, and Xiao An could not get close to it.

Li Qingshan drank a sip of spiritual wine in the gourd. "The Great Powerful Fist of Bull Demon" was not good at speed, nor did he have the so-called light skills. He followed with his cow-like endurance and supplemented spiritual wine.

He replenished his energy and raised the cracked bow. Now, it's time for me to take action!

A "bang" sounded, and the dark night was cut off. Just from the sound, you could tell that it was a very powerful bowstring, short and beautiful, with a sharp force that cuts through the air.

The feather arrow came from the distant darkness with a sharp roar, piercing through a bandit's chest, and nailed it to a bandit behind him, killing two birds with one stone!

The moment he heard the string sound, the bandit was pierced. The bandits had also experienced many battles, but none of them could react in advance. The third leader knew that this was an arrow faster than the sound. It was a good archer. In Qingyang, there seemed to be only one person with one bow to shoot such an arrow.

No, it wasn't that person, otherwise he would have died now! The third leader glanced at the injured right shoulder and remembered the boy who forced him to this point. He originally thought that he was in a sneak attack because of his hasty carelessness. He didn't expect that the boy's archery technique was so terrifying.

In fact, Li Qingshan's archery technique is still not particularly accurate, and he suddenly used heavy bows like the Ristone Bow, and was so far away. But the bandits gathered together and did not need to worry about aiming at it. They just had to shoot to the center, and there was no reason not to miss it.

"The third leader, it was the boy just now, and he caught up with him."

"This...is to kill us!"

"The arrow came from that direction, we fought with him!"

"No, no, once separated..."

While they were arguing, the second arrow penetrated the chest of a bandit. The face of each bandit was distorted with fear, and was as panicked as a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

The third leader ordered: "This is all the tricks of that kid. Let's rush up and kill that kid!" He rushed up the hill with the bandits shouting and killing.

Li Qingshan stood there without any scruples and shot an arrow down.

A feather arrow was shot out by a tight bowstring, and rushed in the dark, spinning through three dead leaves, piercing into the body of a bandit, and then penetrated layers of flesh and blood until it was stuck by the bones, and then stopped operating unwillingly.

The huge impact of the feather arrow made the bandit scream before they could even scream. A bandit next to him stopped and looked over in horror. His expression of fear had not yet dissipated. He felt a sharp pain on his head, and then he knew nothing.

The distance between arrows was so short that it was so short. The bandits rushed to find a shelter to hide, but they didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. The extremely strange blood marks once again came to their throats, which was far more accurate and terrifying than the Lie Arrow.

Every moment, someone died, and the morale inspired by fear was extinguished. When he came to his senses, he realized that the third leader had already ridden a pony and ran towards the Black Wind Village, and suddenly he scattered.

Li Qingshan had a cracked stone bow on his back, and felt his arms ached faintly. The power of these three stone bows was indeed extraordinary. However, after firing more than a dozen arrows, he couldn't support it anymore. He took a deep breath and drank another sip of wine.

"Xiao An, let's catch up!"

In Woniu Village, the villagers were still in panic, and Li Long was ordering people to collect the bodies.

"A Long, how did you look like this?" An old and majestic voice sounded from the darkness.

Li Long was shocked: "Master, why are you here?" It was the Iron Fist Sect leader who was powerful in Qingyang City, the Iron Lion Liu Hong.

"I'm afraid you can't subdue the bandits, so let's take a look." Liu Hong walked out of the darkness, his eyes were like rings, and he was imposing without anger. He was wearing a wide robe and majestic, like a mighty lion. He looked at the bandit's corpse: "I've had a fight with Heifeng Village... Hey, this is not your move, with a very heavy force, what's going on?"

Li Long could only tell everything. When Liu Hong heard the words and deeds of the third leader, he snorted coldly: "How dare he not take the Iron Fist Sect and I in the eyes of him. If I were here, I would definitely kill him with my own hands. Let's see if that blind bear dared to turn against me."

When he heard Li Qingshan’s actions, he praised: “What a courage and good means. How old are you talking about Li Qingshan?”

"It's about fifteen years old." Li Long himself was also a little surprised. He could only remember that Li Qingshan was just a teenager.

"What, I'm only fifteen years old!" Liu Hong was shocked. He was an old martial arts world. Not to mention a third-rate master of fifteen or sixteen years old, he had seen even a first-rate master. But behind those heroic young men, there was a shadow of a big family sect, and at least, there was also a master with great martial arts skills.

If there is no good master to teach, no matter how talented a genius is, it will not be a climate. "It is right for you to reconcile with him. This Li Qingshan may be the disciple trained by some genius in the world. Let's follow and take a look."
Chapter completed!