Chronicles Of Primordial Wars (Ch. 271-500)

ch. 339-340

Chapter 339 – I Refuse

Shao Xuan ran out along the underground passage towards the entrance with the palace behind him collapsing quickly. The collapsed area was getting closer and closer.

As he pulled back the slate and drilled out, he suddenly noticed something so Shao Xuan immediately headed to the side.

An arrow shot from behind him, almost rubbing past Shao Xuan’s hair. His long hair was brushed by the sharp tip and the wind beside his ears and face was stirred by the arrow.

Peng!

The arrows hit into the sand not far away from Shao Xuan. The sand dusted up a small storm, like a sandy flower blooming.

There was no turning back at all. Shao Xuan propped up with a flip.

A sharp whistle-like sound was heard again, followed by arrows ripping open the air, instantly crossing through a distance of dozens of meters. These shot towards where Shao Xuan was just now, with sharp cold light as the arrow just rubbed Shao Xuan’s waist, before nailing to the sand. It has blown up a sand bunker nearly a metre away.

There was no respite at all. In the moment it landed, another arrow came fast.

Shao Xuan threw out his knife. It was spinning before it clanged against the arrow branch. But he did not retreat, dodging towards the side where the arrow rushed from.

At the moment, Shao Xuan had all his energy focused on the archer.

The person was cloaked, his face covered with cloth so he couldn’t see even a glimpse of his appearance. But the wind was blowing the person’s long hair, which has lost its softness and became a lot messy probably because of the long desert trek. The dusty cloth was blown swinging, so he was faintly able to see the bump of the figure under the cloak. There were some low-key metal armor, not so golden but shining.

This was a woman and her identity was not low. If she could wear a metal armor, then she was most likely one of the three major cities’ slave owners

The archers’ eyes stared at Shao Xuan. Although, at the moment, Shao Xuan was still more than fifty meters away from the other person, he could feel the coldness from her eyes, telling that she wanted to kill Shao Xuan with her cold arrows.

The other side, holding a strong bow, was similar to the bow that Shao Xuan saw on Dao Yu’s hand. The strength of the bow could be felt from a few arrows just now. The difference was that the arrows shot by the other side had greater threat than Dao Yu that day.

Whoosh!

Another one!

With the shaking of the bow string, the arrows in the air were at high speed rotation. With the air friction, it issued a sharp roar, like meteors being shot at the Shao Xuan.

Shao Xuan quickly dodged the arrow shot. A sand lotus flower continued to bloom in the ground, each time the area of explosion was very close to Shao Xuan.

Ignoring those splash of sand to focus on the other person, Shao Xuan locked on the archer, including her every tiny movement. Every look was to determine her next moment on where she would shoot again, then make judgments to avoid the threat of the arrow shots.

At this moment, Shao Xuan’s pupils were trained on the arrows and the arrows’ shadows.

Seeing Shao Xuan getting closer and closer, the other person had fewer and fewer arrows on hand. She then directly threw the bow to one side, pulled out a nearly four inch? wide double-edged sword. After a wrist shake, she drew a beautiful arc with it as she faced Shao Xuan.