Xue Ying Vs. Los tiraflechas de mierda

“Eh?” Xue Ying looked up, as numerous arrows shot straight towards him. Each arrow shined with a cold, metallic luster, powerfully tearing into the air.

“Truly overconfident!’ Xue Ying, as fast as lightning, quickly drew two parts of his spear from the weapon box on his back.

Hu!

Xue Ying’s spear consisted of two parts, each part being more than a meter in length. Armed with his spear, Xue Ying casually waved his hands to deflect the arrows. Because the Snowstrider Horse ran so fast, only a dozen or more arrows reached Xue Ying and with a ‘pu, pu’ sound, he easily deflected them as well. What’s more, not even a single arrow had harmed the Snowstrider Horse.

Immediately after Xue Ying had jumped down from the Snowstrider Horse, he rushed directly towards the hill. At the same time, the two parts of the spear united, becoming one long spear.

“It’s a tough one, retreat!” Ordered the Big Boss. From above, he had seen Xue Ying easily blocking those arrows. He knew this person was not one to be trifled with.


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The Big Boss and several others, even the bandits, were all frightened.

They looked below with horror. The youngster, clad in black, had jumped off his steed. He soared in the air, darting across like a shadow. Although he was only dashing up the steep mountain slope, his speed made their hearts shiver, their feet feel like jelly, and they soon became filled with dread! Too fast! Really too fast! Their location was high up in the mountains, and the distance between them and the young man below was initially around 300 kilometers.