The divine arrow Zheqin from the "Biga Wind" had already been prepared, and quickly buckled his backhand, pulling out five immortal thorns like lightning, swishing in succession, and meeting the opponent's arrows with great precision!

The Haus archer, who wears the golden harp coat of arms on his chest, is not afraid to fight people with arrows at all, and the opponent's arrow speed is very fast, but the best thing for the magic arrow Zheqin is to destroy the arrow, and then fight the opponent with the speed of the hand!

Divine Arrow Zheqin has a strong confidence in themselves, they have all grown up practicing this since childhood, and arrows are their lives! After the withdrawal of the Dir muskers, the sky of Beamon's long-range firepower was held up by the shoulders of House!

This contest stunned all the battle-hardened archers!

The strange short arrows of the desert elves shot in the air, and actually turned out a strange flight arc, showing a peculiar "8" shaped forward route, lightly avoiding the straight line of the fairy thorns, and shooting towards the face of the divine arrow Zheqin, this divine arrow Zheqin from the wind of Piga is extremely experienced, although he was not panicked, and followed by five arrows in a row, and quickly shot down the five elven short arrows.

Unfortunately, the second wave of short arrows from the Desert Elf Archer was in front of him!

A strumming string is a five-arrow automatic piano! This kind of shooting speed is slightly inferior to even the natural six-fingered House Divine Arrow Zheqin! Not to mention the fact that there is such a short arrow with such a strange trajectory!

It's weird! This tricky archery!

"Ah.....h

A scream that lingered suddenly pierced the silence above the ruins of the ancient city, and five short red and black arrows shot at the throat and neck of the Houss Clan's arrow, Zheqin, with an extremely terrifying and strange flight path.

The centaur archer, who had fallen to the ground, clutched his throat and rolled in pain, his whole body convulsed, and in less than three breaths, he curled up into a hedgehog-shaped ball, never to move again.

"Obis Ratch!" Liu Zhenzhen looked at the corpse of this house archer and roared angrily.

This centaur archer obviously died not by an arrow, but by arrow poison!

This death symptom is so unique!

The head and feet are connected together, like a weaving shuttle, except for the Panibi bee witch doctor who disappeared in the long river of history, there is a unique poison that has been refined - "pulling the machine", which other toxin is this characteristic?

"It's not an arrow!" Ronaldo, the co-captain of the "Bigawind", pulled out a short arrow from the throat of his subordinate and let out an angry roar!

This is not an arrow! The yellow and black arrow body, if you look closely, you will find that this is a nine-inch long royal bee, this arrow-shaped royal bee is completely different from the varieties of the Aegean continent, the body is slender and straight, the elytra are close to the abdomen, the body is as hard as iron, and the three-inch-long tail spines are shining with a dark and changing color, which is obviously highly poisonous!

Stabbed the House archer, this royal bee also died, and the royal bee without a tail spine must also die!

No wonder you can change lines in the air! It turns out that the arrows shot by the desert elves with the arpeggio are not arrows at all! It's no wonder that as soon as the strings are struck, five short arrows will immediately attach to the strings, which turn out to be flying royal bees!

Mei Shuai was laughing, and the demonstrative roars and wild laughter of the desert giants and desert elves were mixed together, shaking the sky.

"This is the "bee arrow shooting" that our desert Mainz is famous for! If you didn't know before, I'll let you know by the way. The desert elf of Five Arrows laughed: "It's a pity that you probably can't afford to raise such a Mainz arrow bee, because this is a small creature that can only be raised by a large amount of expensive honey!" They don't produce honey, they only eat honey! ”

"What a handsome archery! Which of you is going to play with him? Liu Zhen laughed angrily and looked at the archers behind him one by one.

"I'm coming!" His Royal Highness Mali, the little elven prince, came out of the middle of the human leg and grabbed the front of all the shooters in one step.

"I'd better do it! To deal with this kind of archer, you need to shoot fast! Nedved brushed the little prince away.

Like a child who had been robbed of a toy, His Highness angrily slammed his head into Nedved's thigh, desperately trying to squeeze back.

"Let's just come with the two of you!" The desert elf standing under the city tower said arrogantly: "I didn't expect even children to go to battle!" You Beamon are truly beasts! ”

"You deserve to be called an elf, too? Not even the virtue of modesty, I'm so humiliated for you! The elven prince simply jumped onto the arrow stack, blocking Nedved's vision with his body, and also confronted the desert elf directly.

"Secretly pay attention to protect the little prince of Mali." Liu Zhenzhen grabbed Nedved, who was still about to step forward to grab the position, and muttered softly, Nedved nodded and retreated.

"Come and don't be rude!" Liu Zhenzhen nodded to the king of the hill beside him, and Battle snatched a poplar torch from the sentry's hand, roared, and waved his arm, and the torch also slid an arc in the air and smashed into the distance, and the trailing flame tail pulled out a fiery red.

This is the signal for the start of the competition.

The archery talent of the High Elves is really not covered, especially His Royal Highness Mali, who has royal blood, only to hear the magic bow in his hand "Elune's Kiss" trembling with silver strings, and the sharp platinum silver moon blade has been swirling with water, pulling out a swift white light and shooting towards the desert elves.

His Royal Highness doesn't like arrows, and his aim is straight to the throat of this elven archer! Half of the Beamon gene in his body makes this little prince of Mali a little less elven and more violent, and his three-edged moon blade is issued to cut off the opponent's head!

The winding speed of the Arpeggio Elf Archer is fully automatic, which can not be described as fast, but compared with the fast archers like His Highness Mali, who are really proficient in top-level archery skills, it is obviously not on the same level.

In a hurry, five arrows were fired in a row, and not only could the desert elf not stop the little prince's platinum silver moon blade at all, but the royal bee's extremely hard body was easily torn in half by the best Vincent platinum silver moon blade!

That's the speed of the shot! Just now, this elf was able to take the first half beat and let the House archers resist arrows with arrows, but now he can only passively resist the little prince's moon blade!

But a master is a master after all, this desert elf quickly grabbed his hand, raised his hand again from the scarlet command, pulled the string, fired four arrows in a row, and finally swept away this moon blade - the royal bee arrow is too expensive, not inexhaustible! In the left pocket of this desert elf's scarlet lord, there is also a real nine-inch iron feather arrow!

After the little prince shot the first platinum silver moon blade, he held his bow and looked at the scrambled desert elf as if he were watching a joke.

When the desert elf drew his arrow and raised the string, and split his moon blade with a real iron leaf carving feather, the little prince of Mali raised his hand again, and others didn't even see how he made a move, and a white light flashed in the air.

The moon blade that shot out collided with the moon blade that was swung open by the desert elf's feather arrow, and the two moon blades drew a cross arc, like a pair of scissors, grazing through the throat of the arpeggio shooter, and it was dazzling! It's dizzying!

A stream of blood leapt into the sky from the headless cavity, and the torch thrown by the King of the Hill only landed on the sand only then did it bounce and burst out of countless sparks.

Relying on the "line change refraction" emitted by the impact of the moon blade before and after!

This is the ultimate archery skill that an elven archer at the level of a blade archer is good at!

Just like Nedved's "Marseille Roundabout Arrow", this archery requires not only hard practice, but also outstanding talent! Aegean humans can do the same with the magic equipment "Psychic Arrows", but Elves and Centaur Archers never bother to use such magic arrows!

A good archer should make the most of his skills and not rely on equipment! This is the archery master of the classical art school!

The two platinum silver moon blades did not land, but still circled in the sky, like two mischievous hummingbirds, throwing out a drop of blood.

Exactly two minutes! Two minutes of silence!

The two platinum silver moon blades hovered and flew in the air for two minutes before they finally landed with a "clang" and a crisp crashing sound.

The three magic bows of the elven clan, "Kiss of Eluni", really live up to its name! The power of the wind system swirling blessed on this is simply powerful to the point of sensationalism! If His Royal Highness continues to shoot, then he can set up a wall of blades made up of rotating moon blades in front of the enemy by ramming the moon blade!

Beamon's wild cheers rang out from the castle towers! Technology always overrides opportunism in individual battles! This is the proudest cry!

"Don't say I don't give you desert elves a chance, who else will compete with me?" Aroused by the archer's ambition, Nedved stepped forward, pulled the elven prince behind him, and caressed the pheasant himself, despising all the desert elves in the city.

The arrogance of the House archer completely aroused the wrath of Desert Mainz, and his double bow was still hanging in the sac between the thighs! He dared to challenge the most powerful archery shooter in the desert with his bare hands!

A desert elf forty miles away immediately stood up, with a red belt wrapped around his waist, and one hand caressed the iron leaf feather arrow in the pocket on the left side of his big army, perhaps he had also seen that it was extremely unwise to vainly try to use the "royal bee arrow" to compare archery with the Beamon archer in front of him.

The reason why madmen are crazy is that they are outstanding, and at this time, this old arpeggio elf shooter obviously still believes in his own skills more than the royal bee!

"I'm Mainz red belt goalscorer Bhakti Yari Sadeh! The whole Taklamagos know my prestige! The number of famous archers who have died at my hands has reached hundreds! The desert elf gracefully saluted and raised the harp.

"I am the god of war, the summer palace Shangshu, the left servant of the Pavel. Nedved, the personal guard of the Divine Comedy shaman Richard Crown, and my archer against the enemy, the more inadequate he is, the more I will spare his life. Sweat Bloodhouse spread his hands out, and his little finger gently tapped the bow sac on the left and right hips, and the silver bow arm full of magic crystals was dazzling.

A torch flew through the sky, and it is not known who threw it.

There was a muffled "duh", plus a scream.

A slender immortal thorn was inserted into the back of the desert elf's right hand on the strings of the arpeggio string, completely penetrating the arpeggio and the back of the hand, the feathers on the tail of the arrow trembled like strings, and the four nine-inch short arrows that the elf archer had originally pinched between his right fingers were scattered on the ground, and there were two phenomena of black burning and ice crystals spreading on the skin, this is the figure of the ice and fire twin rays quietly swimming - in this incomplete state of forbidden demon realm, all magic props can only play a role in a very short moment, Nedved's tactics have clearly surpassed the speed at which the magical elements are dispelled!

The high-strength elasticity of the beef hamstring is the greatest guarantee to ensure this speed!

Nedved sniffled, held a bow in his left hand, pinched an immortal thorn in his right hand, and observed left and right for a long time, teasing the desperate desert elf archer as much as he could, like shooting a bird, poofing through the crotch of the desert elf archer and burying despair - as he said, the more arrogant the opponent, the more he will spare the other person's life, leaving you with a lifetime of humiliation.

The elven archer is a hand with an arrow, Nedved is empty-handed, and the desert elf has just finished the string snapping action, and his arrow has pierced the right hand of the elf pinching the arrow, and then play with the other party's nerves!

How fast it takes!

The cold-bloodedness of this house archer made all the desert Mainz who witnessed this scene fall into an ice cave in an instant, without their right hand, and their lower bodies were pierced, and everyone knew what this meant to the archers.

"Who else wants to compete with me?" Nedved pulled out an immortal thorn from the cloth bag behind his back, clasped it in his hand, and coldly glanced at all the desert elves.

Not a single desert elf dared to fight this House shooter anymore, not again.

"If you fight a decisive battle on the plains! You 60,000 people have been crushed into shit by us! Liu Zhenzhen gave a merciless sneer at Mu Lan Meishuai on the back of a silver elephant: "Remember! Hatred is yours, but bravery will always belong to Beamon! ”

"Wait and see how the corpses of your Mulan soldiers are piled up as tall as a city wall! Arrogant desert bandits! Prince Karn also gave a series of sneers.

"I will!" The corners of Mu Lan's handsome lips curled slightly, and a cruel arc swept out, and he was still laughing.

Looking at Commander Mulan and his guards as they walked away, Prince Karn looked at His Majesty the Divine Comedy Shaman.

"Your Highness, do you say that what this Mulan Meishuai said is true or false? I'm referring to Rosenborg, the Governor of the Northeast......" Liu Zhen glanced at Prince Lionheart.

"I don't know! All I know is that this guy killed more than 10,000 of our soldiers! Prince Karn shook his head hesitantly.

"If there really is, what if there is such a thing?" Liu Zhenzhen asked.

"If it's true, then Rosenberg will definitely die!" Prince Karn smiled bitterly, "But his title is duke!" If there is no evidence, let alone you and me, even His Majesty the King, you can't come nonsense! ”

"It's not easy to find evidence! A trip to Kalimantan City is the place to be! There are all our compatriots who have been taken captive! And, of course, Princess Nancy! Liu Zhenzhen sneered: "If the evidence is conclusive, I hope you don't stop me at that time!" ”

"Your Majesty, I also want to go to Kalimantan City, but ......" Prince Karn patted Liu Zhenzhen's shoulder and sighed: "I'll go and integrate the troops first, and the establishment will also be rearranged, tomorrow as soon as the forbidden demon realm disappears, the brutal siege battle will begin, this city tower is 1,800 yards long, even if our soldiers fill it all in, it will only be barely enough!" May the god of war bless us! ”

"Let's fight! In the end, I surrendered alone! Liu Zhen laughed.

"Your Majesty, are you crazy?" Prince Karn smiled too.

"What I said is true! I must surrender! I'm alone! I'm going to Kalimantan City! I want to let the lives of the Beamon warriors be tasted a hundredfold by these Mulans! Liu Zhenzhen stared into the prince's eyes and said seriously: "I will definitely surrender!" But before that, we must let this Mulan army suffer enough! ”

"What exactly are you doing this for?" Prince Karn's expression was solemn, and he quietly looked at the Divine Comedy Shaman's crown, and he could see that this crown was definitely not really surrendering.

"It won't be long before you know! All you have to do is follow Helen's orders! Of course, this battle can survive now, and if I can really surrender, you will return to the Yale Oasis to recuperate! Wait for my orders! Liu Zhenzhen smashed his mouth with a smile, and turned his head to look at Helen: "Girl, you should understand what I mean, right?" ”

"Understood." Helen nodded playfully.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't hide it from me, you should give me a little hint!" Prince Karn's heart tickled like a cat's claw: "You can't just give me such a headless thing like that, can you?" ”

"I'm going to turn Kalimantan into a burning sea of fire! I'm going to turn Kalimantan into hell! Rommel's hatred is greater than heaven, but how can more than 10,000 of our soldiers die in vain! Liu Zhenzhen narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth for a while: "No one can stop me from completing this!" But you have to help me beat these Mulans hard! They can't fight anymore! ”

"If we go to Kalimantan, do we have enough people?" Helen frowned: "It seems to be a little less!" ”

"Blossom in the center!" Liu Zhenzhen smiled: "If a hundred outlaws appear in the city, the city will be finished, let alone thousands!" ”

"Don't use the oil melon?" Duncan's eyes lit up.

"Temporarily sealed! Use it again in Kalimantan! Oil melon, Gao Cen, golden man! When the time comes, each samurai remembers to tie a red band on his forehead. Liu Zhen laughed: "Prince Karn is confused, he knows the red ribbon, in the oldest war custom of Bimon, let the soldiers drink Muge wine, that means desperate charge; And having the warriors tie a red ribbon on their foreheads is the meaning of preparing to slaughter the city.

Massacre of the city? This ancient word reminds His Royal Highness of the old society of all evils.

(To be continued)