My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Boom!"

Lang Jiping landed steadily

The speed of the White Swan Horse did not stop; at this moment, they were only a little more than a hundred steps apart.

Lang Jiping's Blood Explosion State was fully activated, and all his energy was added to his speed. A High Realm Martial Artist's full effort in a short burst could indeed surpass most Exotic Beast Horses, although only for a brief duration.

He no longer planned to resist the arrows directly as that would only exhaust him; instead, he planned to use his explosive speed to dodge the arrows while quickly closing the distance.

Engage!

These two words became Lang Jiping's most prominent thought at this moment.

Even if he was poor in combat, he shouldn't die without witnessing the spear technique passed down from Sun Xiangzong; as long as he could engage, even if he died, he would die without regrets!

"Bang—"

As his body operated beyond its limits, Lang Jiping turned into a shadow, approaching forward at an indescribable speed, his movement ghostly and erratic without any fixed pattern.

Eighty steps!

Fifty steps!

Finally, thirty steps!

Chen just pulled the bowstring taut, but did not release the arrow.

Indeed.

At this speed and with this movement, Chen simply couldn't aim!

Until the last twenty steps.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the bowstring only resumed then.

Lang Jiping was already prepared; with a bizarre posture, he forcefully changed directions in an instant, moving away from his original position; however... he couldn't dodge this arrow.

He clearly saw that the arrow wasn't shot in this direction just now.

He should have dodged it!

How could this be!

He didn't have time to ponder the reason and could only once again channel his strength into the Mithril Wolf-toothed Axe, smashing towards the arrow, hoping to block the arrow again using the same old trick.

But this time...

What he saw was not an arrow.

It was a...

Jiao Long!

"Boom—"

This arrow contained a power vast like the sea, akin to a frenzied Jiao Long devouring everything in its path; when it collided with the Wolf-toothed Axe, it produced a sound like a bell being struck.

Lang Jiping's arms went numb, the base of his thumb splitting open. Even though he used all his strength to firmly grip his weapon, preventing it from being knocked out of his hand, his body still flew backward several steps under the brutal force and smashed into the hard clay earth.

"Buzz—"

The third arrow did not come quickly.

The time given allowed Lang Jiping to steady himself. He burst out with the power of a dying beast, dodging to the flank, clearly seeing that this time he could surely dodge it.

But still...

He couldn't dodge it!

The arrows shot by this person were really like a living Jiao Long, unavoidable and soul-stealing!

"Sss—"

The Heart Protector shattered suddenly.

A Triangular Arrow easily penetrated the armour, shattered the bones, and finally pierced through the heart, lodging deeply into the body. Although it did not pass through, the force within blasted his heart to pieces.

"Heh..."

Lang Jiping's pupils protruded, blood gushing from his mouth like a fountain. Clutching the arrow shaft in his chest, his body rigidly fell backwards, unable to understand why until his death. And he had not even managed to engage, not even qualified!

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"Puchi!"

Chen Sansi, riding Qian Xun, passed by and casually retrieved the arrows embedded in the body. These Storage Arrows, crafted from Ghost Vein Wood, were only twelve in number and naturally could not be wasted.

The reason he hadn't hurried to shoot earlier was that he was storing power.

This Assistant General, whose name he didn't know, after all, was at the Minor Meridian Passage Realm. If he hadn't stored power and solely used power at the Meridian Passage Mastery level, probably even three Ghost Vein Arrows would not have been enough to kill him.

"Drive!"

After retrieving them,

Chen Sansi once again chased the fleeing Nanxu Cavalry.

The previous encounter had delayed him only about a dozen breaths' time.

With each arrow shot, the remaining hundred riders quickly dwindled to just over a dozen, all High Realm military officers, requiring Ghost Vein Wood to quickly kill.

The place was close to the Enemy Army camp, not suitable to linger, but Chen Sansi, wanting to save time, couldn't bear to waste Ghost Vein Arrows; he finally simply took up a long spear and charged into the crowd, no one a match for him, and each flash of the Five Tigers Soul-breaking Spear was accompanied by the sound of a body falling, followed by the frightened war horses running away.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—"

The deafening sound of horse hooves rose as another three thousand plus cavalry from Nanxu Country arrived.

Chen Sansi deliberately left two survivors then pulled on the reins and disappeared.

...

Fan Jiuxiao, unsettled in the camp, made preparations to fend off an enemy camp raid and then decided to lead people out to see.

To see what Chen Sansi, on his own, intended by running in front of the Nanxu Camp.

And then...

He saw bodies everywhere!

Almost every corpse had an arrow embedded in the heart, appearing as if hundreds of archers had formed an Arrow Formation, each one a one-in-a-million Divine Archer!

"Ambush!"

"Form up!"

Fan Jiuxiao shouted.

The three thousand cavalry formed a Defensive Array, slowly advancing forward.

A few hundred steps further on,

he saw two injured soldiers screaming as they fled back.

"What happened?!"

Fan Jiuxiao demanded, "Where is Assistant General Lang? Where are the ambushers?!"

"Sir Fourteen! There are no ambushers, sir, we're surrounded... It's all arrows everywhere!"

"Thud—"

The Section Chief, who had barely escaped with his life, fell off his horse directly. From time to time, he looked back to see if the white horse that took lives was catching up, and even his speech was jumbled.