The eleventh round of Xiangfang Lake Suying received a bonsai sacrifice / Feather Republic of China Vung Don with the city visit

(9) A fine bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned pale, his mind was clouded, and his heart became manic. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Unwilling to fail, he shot the third arrow in a desperate hurry.

It still hasn't escaped the last two arrows.

Gong stood on the ground, completely desperate, experiencing his biggest defeat in history, and the defeat was so miserable, burying himself at the same time, he also buried Su Ying.

"Haha, boy, you lost! Surrender quickly, you and your friends are now slaves of the Great Wizard! The black-feathered youth screamed wildly, a look of pride on his face.

The earth-shattering shouts of the feather people on the surrounding cliffs echoed the earth-shattering shouts of the black feather youth, and once again violently resounded in the valley.

His words stinged and angered the bow, and his brain raced to think, that old man must be full of occult arts, and he was too careless! can't just be tied up like this, not for yourself, just for Su Ying, you can't take care of too much, and if you promise it, you can only owe it first.

The bow was determined to fight, and he glanced at his head, and when he looked back, he shot a fierce arrow at the black-feathered young man who got carried away.

The sudden cold arrow came to him in a blink of an eye, and went straight to the choked throat, extremely fast, taking his life without mercy.

The black-feathered young man exclaimed in surprise, it was too late to dodge, but at this moment of lightning, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind the young man, and a long-handled stone hammer burst out horizontally, blocking the long arrow that was speeding away.

Thanks to the attack in the air and the properly handled long hammer, the black feather youth was able to escape under the arrow, and he was so shocked that his legs trembled, and his face was like ashes.

Even so, the thick wooden pole of the long-handled stone hammer was pierced by a powerful arrow, which was terrifying and palpitating!

The black shadow was not someone else, it was the black-faced young man who was brave enough to control the divine beast in the forest.

At this moment, looking at the long arrow inserted in the handle of the hammer, piercing the wooden handle and pushing out the broken wooden thorns, his heart tightened and he thought thoughtfully.

"How dare you say what you don't believe! Lay down your weapons quickly, young man, lest you die, or your life will be lost! The white-bearded old man's face changed drastically and he gave an ultimatum.

"Old man, you use secret spells to bet with me, no matter if you don't believe it, I won't accept it! What is there to fear from death! The stubborn bow sneered with his head unyielding.

"Hmph, good! It's easier to die than to live, and if you want to die, you won't let you die! It seems that it is not possible to move the real chapter to you, the warriors of the Feather Nation, take it down, and be sure to capture it alive! The white-bearded old man roared angrily with a fierce look in his eyes.

Before the sound was over, the cliffs around the valley had already resounded with the sound of "whirring" and beating the wind, which was the sound of countless feather warriors holding weapons stretching their wings behind them and flapping their wings to take off.

Suddenly, above the red valley, a row, a row of feathered ethnic peoples, like a fierce bird that has found its prey, soared up and down, circled and dived, pressed on it vigorously, and launched a round of fierce offensive.

On the ground, the young bow and the man are not ambiguous, he and Vung Don are divided and coordinated to meet the battle, Vung Don is responsible for blocking the enemy who attacks in close quarters, protecting the bow in a small area, and the bow is concentrating on the flying enemy with strong skills.