Whoosh, whoosh.
A flurry of arrows plummeted, engulfing the elite forces of the Black Dragon Village.
Some reacted in time, just turning their horse heads to flee, only to be killed by Shi Xiaole's sword. He moved like a wild goose in flight amongst the crowd, his sword light cutting down men, leaving severed heads on the ground.
In successive volleys, the vigorous men of Meihua Village also shouted and charged out, brandishing their newly learned Battle Blade Skill in a frenzied slash.
The forces of the Black Dragon Village were already more than half dead. Those who were left were besieged. There was no chance of escape. One by one they followed in the footsteps of their fallen comrades.
"Village leader, wait here for me."
After leaving those words, Shi Xiaole sped off.
