The First Tyrant of Daxia

Having been in the martial arts world for many years, Murong Shunhua has always had a keen sense. When she sensed danger, she retreated quickly.

But it was still a step slower.

The curled up shadow suddenly exploded, and dozens of arrows shot out in an instant, flashing a cold light in the night sky and shooting towards Murong Shunhua.

Murong Shunhua's martial arts skills were naturally excellent, but she was caught off guard and had no time to defend herself. Several arrows hit her, leaving several wounds on her body. Her clothes were soaked with blood.

Fortunately, there were no vital injuries and thanks to the quick reaction, there were only some minor skin injuries.

If he had taken a few steps forward, he would have been shot head-on and either died or been seriously injured.

"There's someone inside!"

The movement inside was quickly noticed by the soldiers outside, who quickly opened the door and looked inside.

Murong Shunhua's eyes moved, she tapped her toes lightly, and floated out of the window.

"An enemy has been attacked!"

One of the soldiers blew a whistle, which was so loud in the quiet village that the whole village could hear it.

The next moment, hundreds of soldiers ran out of the houses in the village, wearing armor and holding weapons, and surrounded Murong Shunhua aggressively.

Murong Shunhua's pretty face changed. She had scouted the surroundings before and did not find a large number of soldiers. It turned out that they were all hiding in the villagers' homes.

These soldiers continued to pour out of the villagers' homes. There were also soldiers hiding in the cellars used to store winter food. Soon, there were more than 5,000 soldiers.

Facing five thousand soldiers, even Mr. Feng would find it difficult, not to mention that Murong Shunhua is now injured.

Murong Shunhua held a long sword and fought while marching. The sword flickered silver under the moonlight, and every time he attacked, he would take away the heads of several Macedonian soldiers.

But this number is insignificant to the more than 5,000 Macedonian soldiers.

They were rapidly closing in, trying to trap Murong Shunhua and capture her alive.

However, as the headmaster of Yaoyue Palace, Murong Shunhua is naturally extremely capable.

She moved with lotus steps and her figure was graceful, like a fairy floating into the world, leaping among the Macedonian soldiers. Although she was injured, it was not easy for an ordinary soldier to take Murong Shunhua's life.

But more trouble is coming.

Not far away, a team of archers with over a thousand men were ready. They drew their bows and aimed at Murong Shunhua's figure. Then, thousands of arrows were fired at once, whistling in the night sky.

Murong Shunhua's face was as cold as ice. She swung the long sword in her hand in a sword flower, intercepting the arrow shot at her in the air.

But this restricted her actions.

A Macedonian soldier seized the opportunity, rushed forward and kicked Murong Shunhua.

Although Murong Shunhua dodged nimbly, several arrows shot from the front still remained in her body.

This is already adding insult to injury!

"Damn it!"

Murong Shunhua let out a delicate cry, and the sword in her hand slashed across the soldier's throat. She then tiptoed on the ground and quickly retreated.

As she retreated, she quickly thought of a way to escape.

The ground was almost entirely occupied by Macedonian soldiers, and it would obviously be very difficult to break through among them.

"Since we can't get out on the ground, let's go up there!"

Murong Shunhua's eyes moved, and he turned around and quickly jumped onto the treetop, then jumped down from the treetop, gliding down from the tree like a bird, and landed accurately on the roof of the farmhouse.

The Macedonian soldiers watched the scene with their mouths open.

The foundation of Daxia is naturally incomparable to that of the West.

"Shoot me the arrows!"

The Macedonian commander was yelling.

The archer quickly raised his longbow and shot at Murong Shunhua on the roof.

Murong Shunhua ran on the roof as if it were flat ground, and all the arrows shot by the archers were knocked away by Murong Shunhua.

"This Daxia person is so powerful."

The commander was amazed when he saw Murong Shunhua's skills.

Murong Shunhua felt a little relieved. As long as she escaped from the village and entered the forest, these soldiers would never be able to catch her!

But at this moment, a stone burning with flames drew a brilliant flame tail in the night sky, and then crashed into the farmhouse in front of Murong Shunhua.

The farmhouse collapsed in an instant, and a raging flame immediately broke out, blocking Murong Shunhua's way.

"Let me see how you can escape now!"

The commander gave a smug smile.

He had seen Murong Shunhua and knew that she was someone close to Qin Yun. Capturing her would be a great achievement.

Murong Shunhua's pretty face turned ugly, and the flickering flames made her face red.

With arrows chasing from behind, Murong Shunhua had no choice but to jump out of the farmhouse.

Below the farmhouse, thousands of Macedonian soldiers surrounded it.

Murong Shunhua took a deep breath, and the long sword in her hand suddenly flashed with moonlight, and then she rushed into the Macedonian soldiers.

The sword's edge was cold and gleaming, killing the Macedonian soldiers in pieces.

"Still capable of fighting?"

The Macedonian commander looked at him in surprise.

He thought Murong Shunhua was already at the end of his strength, but he didn't expect that he could still kill so many people at this moment.

But he would not allow Murong Shunhua to continue killing.

With a bow like a full moon in his hand and an arrow on his finger, the Macedonian commander aimed at Murong Shunhua's figure and then shot an arrow.

The arrow is like a meteor and as swift as the wind.

Murong Shunhua was fighting with all her heart and soul. This cold arrow suddenly appeared and she was unable to resist. However, at this critical moment, she twisted her body hard to make her body deflect slightly. The arrow that was originally aimed at her heart hit her shoulder.

"Missed?" The Macedonian commander was stunned.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. After being hit by this arrow, Murong Shunhua no longer has much fighting power.

"Catch her!"

The cold voice was like a death sentence.

A group of soldiers surrounded them again.

Murong Shunhua fought and retreated at the same time, but there was a wall behind him and he had no way to retreat.

Looking at the fierce Macedonian soldiers, a trace of sadness flashed in Murong Shunhua's beautiful eyes.

This time, I might really die here...

Murong Shunhua felt confused and regretful, and was reluctant to leave.

I can’t bear to leave Qin Yun, I can’t bear to leave my children, and I can’t bear to leave the happy time I spent with Qin Yun.

But even the top masters in the martial arts world were unable to turn the tide of the battle when faced with a siege of more than 5,000 soldiers, with archers and catapults on their side.

Surrounded by so many soldiers, there was only one way out: death.

After a moment of trance, Murong Shunhua raised the long sword in her soft hand, the cold light reflected the moonlight.

At this moment, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

Even if it means death, I cannot be caught by the Macedonians.

Because she knew that if she fell into the hands of the Macedonians, Qin Yun would save her at all costs.

Therefore, in order not to drag Qin Yun down, she would rather die.

A flash of determination flashed through Murong Shunhua's mind, and he grabbed the sword and slashed at his own snow-white neck.