Chapter 208: Who Said I Lost?

Hearing Zhao Yun's cold words, Wu Yong, Pang Wanchun and others gathered their eyes and said sarcastically: "Hmph, he still wants to shoot the thin rope, I think he wants to lose." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Go!"

Just as everyone was talking, Zhao Yun let out a low roar, and the cold light turned into an afterimage, which instantly condensed in everyone's pupils.

With the sound of a string, Zhao Yun's arm loosened, and the feather arrow in his hand shot out like thunder.

Akira!

There was no extra noise, and after a moment, a crisp crash sounded, and the copper coin swayed like a kite off the string, and fell on the rock.

Zhao Yun's arrow was impartial, directly breaking the thin rope that fluttered in the wind, and the arrow blade also fell into the city wall.

"This ..... I really let this kid do it. Xiahou Yuan's original disdainful expression changed in an instant, muttering to himself, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Zhang Fei and Chen Tian were pleasantly surprised, Zhao Yun really did not disappoint them, and shot the fiber rope with an arrow seventy steps away, which was far more difficult than Xiahou Yuan's shot hole.

Wu Yong's gray face was solidified and petrified, and his eyes instantly appeared panicked, knowing that if he lost, he would not be able to gain anything.

"Lone's general, Zhao Zilong, it seems that his archery skills are a few points better than General Xiahou, and now I ask General Xiahou to hand over Xu Yuan directly according to the gambling contract." Chen Tian sneered and said proudly to Xiahou Yuan.

As soon as Chen Tian said this, Xiahou Yuan came back to his senses, suppressed the look of shock, and secretly gritted his teeth, and a little helpless anger was faintly ignited in his eyes, and he couldn't imagine that Zhao Yun, who was an enemy of ten thousand people, actually had the archery skills of a magic archer.

Although Xiahou Yuan was annoyed, he had to admit the fact that he had lost, in front of so many people, if he openly broke his word, what would be his face if the rumors went out. And Chen Tian will not let himself go easily.

But if he withdraws the army today and returns Xu Shu to Chen Tian, his face will not be guaranteed, and he will be angry by Xiao Mo when he goes back, and Chen Tian will threaten himself in the future.

For a while, Xiahou Yuan lowered his head and clenched the war knife in his hand, but he couldn't say a word.

"Haha. General Zhao is really excellent in archery, but unfortunately I don't know if I can win this bow in my hand! ā€

Xiahou Yuan was in a dilemma, and at this time a wild laughter sounded, the laughter did not hide sarcasm and disdain, and everyone looked at the past in unison, and the person who laughed was none other than Pang Wanchun beside Wu Yong.

I saw Pang Wanchun snatching the strong bow on his horse and going up to the front of the two armies, and asked Zhao Yun with a sneer: "Down there is Pang Wanchun, who is known as Xiao Yangyouji, General Zhao dares to compete with me in archery?" ā€

"Why don't you dare. Although General Pang used his skills, Zilong would not show mercy to his subordinates. Zhao Yun didn't disdain Pang Wanchun's might at all, because he had never heard of the name of Xiao Yang Yuji.

When Zhang Fei heard Pang Wanchun's self-reported name, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "In these years, anyone really dares to put the name of the ancients on their heads. ā€

Chen Tian's eyes burst out with incomprehension, looking at Pang Wanchun in front of him, it was a look of deep doubt.

Pang Wanchun is the first archer under Fang La. However, the record was only one arrow to overturn Shi Jin, and two arrows to kill Ou Peng. After that, he was aggrieved and died by Lu Junyi's army.

However, Xiaoyang Yuji's name can not be called casually, Xiahou Yuan sighed that he was not as good as Zhao Yun's archery, but Pang Wanchun dared to come forward to challenge, which shows that Pang Wanchun's archery skills are definitely not lower than Xiahou Yuan, and may even surpass Zhao Yun.

Ordered someone to hang the copper coin again, and Pang Wanchun rode his horse back to a hundred steps away from the copper coin. The tower-like body stands proudly with a bow, unmoved by all external factors.

"Today, I am convenient to shoot two arrows in a row from a hundred paces away, the first arrow breaks the fiber rope like General Zhao, and the second arrow is before the copper coin lands. Arrows pierced through the copper coins and were nailed to the walls. ā€

explained the purpose of his archery, and the light reflected in Pang Wanchun's eyes was like a blade, and he only stared at the copper coin a hundred steps away, like staring at a prey that was about to be caught.

Pang Wanchun held the three-stone iron bow in his hand, and with his right hand, he quickly pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver behind his back, put it on the bow, and immediately took a deep breath, his gaze became extremely firm, and he slowly pulled the string of the three stones.

"I didn't expect him to be able to pull the three-stone bow......" Zhao Yun, who was squinting at the horse, looked startled, and couldn't help but let out a low exclamation.

Chen Tian and Zhang Fei were a little surprised when they saw that Pang Wanchun actually pulled the three-stone bow, and everyone's nerves were affected by Pang Wanchun's every breath.

"Medium!"

After a thunderous shout, the arrows between Pang Wanchun's bowstrings had long since disappeared, and a beam of lightning in the air pierced the sky with rainbow rays, and galloped towards the swaying rope.

Before the arrow arrived in the blink of an eye, Pang Wanchun pulled out the feather arrow again, and quickly put it on the bow, without even aiming, the string sounded again, and the arrow flew away with the intuition left by the previous arrow.

In an instant, the previous arrow came like the fangs of death, and before everyone could react, it broke the rope.

Losing the pull of the rope, the copper coin shook a few times and began to fall, at this moment, the latter arrow came with a cold light, and the previous arrow was seamlessly connected, and the arrow blade buckled on the copper coin and hit the city wall.

Bang!

A loud noise and several degrees of dust appeared on the city wall, and everyone's eyes followed the cold light, looking for the final result in the dust, and finally, the arrow was found on the concrete city wall.

The arrow blade actually crushed the copper coin, pressing it all into the city wall.

"How could there be such a powerful chain of arrows......

Chen Tian and the thousands of light riders behind him all changed color in an uproar, and they were dumbfounded, as if they couldn't believe what their eyes saw.

Zhao Yun's pupils were full of surprise, Pang Wanchun was able to shoot two arrows in a row, and the connection was so perfect, his face was shocked and embarrassed.

When Xiahou Yuan and the others saw the arrows and copper coins nailed to the city wall, their tense nerves finally relaxed, and they slowly regained their smug look.

Pang Wanchun collected the iron bow, exhaled like a boulder in his chest, and with a hint of arrogance on his knife-cut face, he sneered at Zhao Yun: "I have completed the two arrows below, and I ask General Zhao to show his magic skills again, let me wait for an eye-opener." ā€

Zhao Yun held the star-piercing bow in his hand with one arm, and on his cold face, for the first time in his life, he showed a look of embarrassment and entanglement, wanting to fight but worrying about what he didn't dare to fight.

Because if you shoot with a single arrow, you may not lose to Pang Wanchun, but you are shooting a series of arrows in front of you, and it is still a hundred steps away, which is undoubtedly a huge challenge for Zhao Yun, and he is not sure that he can shoot it.

Once you miss, the loss is far from a mistake in archery.

Chen Tian saw Zhao Yun's worries, and also knew that Zhao Yun might not be able to shoot Lianzhu arrows well, so he sighed helplessly and shouted: "Zilong retreat, you are not his opponent." ā€

Zhao Yun had no choice but to turn the horse's head, return to the formation with the bow on the horse, and plead guilty to Chen Tian with a face of shame: "The last general's archery skills are not as good as that Pang Wanchun, and it insults His Highness's military prestige, so he is willing to be punished." ā€

Chen Tian was also mentally prepared for the current matter, so he comforted: "Zilong doesn't need to blame himself, the level of archery is a common thing." ā€

Seeing that Chen Tian had not sent someone out to compete with arrows for a long time, Xiahou Yuan thought that Chen Tian had no one available, so he lightly clamped the horse's belly between his legs, stepped forward and said arrogantly: "King Qiantang, it seems that our army has won today, as a generation of kings, I will not be unwilling to admit defeat in front of tens of thousands of soldiers." ā€

Hearing Xiahou Yuan's arrogant words, the corners of Chen Tian's mouth showed an imperceptible smile, like a ripple on the water that quickly crossed the corners of his lips.

"Who said I lost?"

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