Meng Yan didn't fight back, although he was at a disadvantage, he was flashing and moving in the constant running, and at the same time calculating the other party, that is, how many arrows there were left in the Borshu and the body that might be consumed!

There is no doubt that both running and archery consume a lot of body.

Bite!

The third arrow plunged into the ground where Meng Yan's butt had just left, less than a finger away, and if he had slowed down half a breath, he would have been hit by the arrow.

Borshu is a master of archery, but he is also a master of combat.

Meng Yanyi's dodge, but not fighting back, caused him to feel strongly uneasy, and it was obvious that his own student was not so easy to deal with.

Young, perceptive, and most importantly, he doesn't know exactly how much potential this guy really has.

If he was ten years younger, even if it was five years, he would have the confidence to defeat the other party in one fell swoop, but now his confidence is passing little by little.

Because he's gone downhill from his prime.

Others can't feel it, but as an opponent and a student, he can definitely feel it.

Therefore, after shooting the third arrow, the speed of Borjutsu's pursuit slows down, and the main energy is used for observing and judging the opponent.

The fourth was on the bowstring, but he was slow to draw his bow and shoot arrows.

Meng Yan noticed that Borshu's pace was not as fast as just now, and he must have noticed the huge consumption of his physical strength and changed his fighting style.

They relied on archery, not running and slashing like the infantry!

Meng Yan knew that the Bolshu behind him had changed his tactics, but he didn't stop immediately, and ran in a curve as always to avoid the fourth arrow that the opponent might shoot!

He's confusing his opponents!

Borshu also didn't want Meng Yan to find out that he had slowed down and changed his tactics, but he also had to shoot the fourth arrow in the fastest time, otherwise it would take a long time. Opponents are bound to find out.

When the time comes, the advantage of his sudden attack of changing tactics will be gone!

"Borshu, shoot him!"

Borshu was extremely angry, damn Haramu, didn't he just remind Meng Yan when he shouted like this?

There is no way to do it. He didn't find the best timing for this arrow, but he had to shoot it.

When Meng Yan heard this, he knew that the fourth arrow of the Borshu was about to arrive, this was really a pig-like teammate!

Teacher, I mourn for you!

Meng Yan's running body suddenly stopped, and then made a move that surprised everyone, he actually fell forward!

Sou!

A sharp arrow was slanted into the ground in front of Meng Yan's head, and at least a third of it entered the earth, and the shaft of the arrow still trembled.

The arrow of the Borshu was not directly aimed at Meng Yan himself at all. Rather, it is aimed in the direction in which he is going.

If Meng Yan hadn't stopped, the place where he rushed out just now was exactly where the arrow had hit.

It's dangerous!

"Haramu, you are talking, Lao Tzu will kill you first!" Borshu angrily turned back and rushed at Haramudao.

Haramu's face was red and white for a while, and the idiot could see that his voice was completely helping the enemy.

The surrounding Tatar soldiers also looked at him with disdain.

There was no time for Meng Yan to reminisce about the slightest arrow, and he turned over. He plucked up the shaft of the arrow from the ground and put on his bowstring. Let go.

Meng Yan fought back and shot the first arrow!

Damn it!

Borshu, when he touched his quiver, there were only two arrows, and the opponent didn't shoot one arrow just now.

Then he had at least six more arrows, counting the first one to fight back. He also has five.

From Meng Yan falling to the ground to turning over and fighting back, it took less than three breaths, fast and dizzying.

This reversal, Guo Xiaochao and others all had a feeling of crying with joy. The adults finally fought back!

"Teacher, you can also try the student's continuous arrow!" Meng Yan grabbed three arrows, one was on the bowstring, and two were bitten at the end, jumped up from the ground, and pulled the three-stone iron tire bow in his hand perfectly, raising his hand is an arrow!

Fast!

Black lightning!

A trace of fear flashed in Borshu's eyes, but with speed and strength, the arrow shot by Meng Yan was not inferior to him at the peak moment.

The speed of growth is too fast, completely beyond his expectations!

Why is he not a Tatar?

With such an outstanding talent, if he were a Tatar, he would definitely become the first generation of arrow gods in the steppe.

The first arrow, Meng Yan, didn't expect to hurt the Borshu, mainly to interfere with the judgment of the Borshu, and the second arrow, that is, the first arrow to get up, was the real killer move!

If the first arrow Borshu is caught off guard by himself and messes up, this arrow may hurt him!

But after all, Borshu is Borshu, and his archery skills are not obtained out of thin air, but also honed by countless battles in life-and-death battles.

Out of instinct, or an innate sense of danger, Borshu jerked backwards, then moved sideways again, moving his body three feet away!

The first arrow missed!

The second arrow followed!

Borshu quickly rolled on the ground, safely without the image of a generation of arrow gods.

Since it's a series of arrows!

There must be a second arrow, a third arrow!

Dizzying, Meng Yan's second arrow and third arrow shot out continuously, so fast that people's eyes couldn't catch it.

It's so fast!

"I can't see exactly how the adults shoot the arrows!"

"So fast, how did you take aim?"

"There is no need to aim, the adult has already calculated the opponent's next move when the second and third arrows are released, so as early as the first arrow, the adult has already found the position of the arrow below!" Hua Qingfang explained.

"How is this possible, and who knows what the other party will do next?"

"It's up to everyone's ability and luck!" Hua Qingfang smiled, the ability to predict is not something that can be mastered in a day or two, he has only just come into contact with it, and it would be good to be correct one or two times out of ten.

If you meet a master, the level of prediction ability is different, and if you make a slight mistake, it will determine life and death.

Hua Qingfang asked herself if she encountered Borshu now, but she didn't have the strength to fight back, and she was completely looking for death.

He only now understood. What Meng Yan said to him at the beginning, he still has a long way to go if he wants to become a real marksman.

It's not accurate to shoot, it's a marksman who can pull the three-stone bow, and such a shooter is a big one in the army!

As long as you study hard and practice hard, plus actual combat. Ordinary people can do it as long as they are not too stupid.

But to be a sharpshooter with no missing arrows, it is not only hard work that can solve the problem, but if you don't have talent, it is also in vain.

Arrows!

This kid is really hiding a lot of things, and he has already practiced this stunt, and Borshu's heart sank!

It is really possible that he will lose at the hands of a familiar and unfamiliar student this time.

However, he was not without the strength to fight back, and Meng Yan wanted to defeat him. It can't be done with this handful of arrows.

Borshu jumped into the air, doing three consecutive somersaults of three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, dodging Meng Yan's fatal four arrows.

In the third round of the fight, no one had any choice but to win the other.

But Borshu still suffered a small loss, he looked more wolf, he shot Meng Yan four arrows, and Meng Yan also returned his four arrows.

Meng Yan's war horse injured Borshu, and both of them now became a battle on the ground.

The body is very consuming. Meng Yan gasped heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. It's too late to wipe it down.

The situation of Borshu was similar, he was out of breath, and the dodge action just now almost exhausted most of his strength!

He needed time to recover.

"Bo ......" Haramu was about to shout out, when he suddenly thought of the threat that Borshu had threatened him just now, and he quickly reached out and covered his mouth in fright.

"Grzygradu, I admit it. I underestimated you a little when I came. Borshu spoke.

"Teacher, is it still important to talk about this at this time?" Meng Yan asked lightly.

"It doesn't matter anymore, what I want to say is, if I lose, please bring my ashes back to my hometown. Karaqin grassland, buried at the foot of that green mountain, is it okay? Borshu said.

"What is Borshu doing?"

"He's stalling for time, restoring the body!" Guo Xiaochao said calmly, if he marched and fought, Guo Xiaochao might not be as good as Ma Weiran, a scholar, but if he fought alone, Guo Xiaochao had more experience.

"Do you know?"

"What do you think?" Guo Xiaochao turned his head and asked rhetorically with a dark face.

The person who asked the question was embarrassed, Meng Yan had experienced a hundred battles, and he didn't know how many times he had wandered between life and death, how could he not know?

Do you need to ask this question?

Of course, Meng Yan knew that Bor's physical body was inferior to himself, because he was older than him, and the dietary structure of the grassland people was problematic, and the lifespan was generally not as long as that of the Han people, so after they passed the age of forty, their physical functions began to decline.

Borshu has reached this point.

People on the grassland, living past the age of fifty is considered a long life, especially those who fight all year round, if you don't pay attention to recuperation, there are many dark injuries in the body, and there are not a few people who die violently at the age of thirty or forty.

"Borshu, what are you doing, why don't you kill him!" Haramu finally couldn't help it anymore and opened his mouth to shout.

Borshu turned a deaf ear this time, and it was clear that he simply didn't have the energy to pay attention to this pig-like teammate right now.

It was this pig that deprived him of a chance to kill, and now he had to face a fierce counterattack from his opponent.

"Teacher, how will the last arrow be decided?" Meng Yan suddenly said.

A bright light suddenly appeared in Borshu's eyes, did he see that he was exhausted? Borshu knew in his heart that no matter how fast he regained his strength, it would support him to shoot another arrow at most.

Of course, it's not that he can't shoot the second arrow, but it's hard to say how much the second arrow can be as good as the first arrow.

Rather than this, it is better to finish the battle and determine life and death with one arrow!

"Okay, one stone!" Borshu untied the quiver from his body and drew the last arrow.

Meng Yan also slowly untied the quiver, pulled out an arrow from it, and threw the quiver several meters away.

Everyone has an arrow in their hands.

Sting!

The bowstrings in the hands of Borshu and Meng Yan moved at the same time, and both arrows left their respective hands and shot at the other party who didn't know their fate!

This arrow borer technique used up the last energy in his body, and it was completely comparable to the peak time, if the opponent dodged it, he would lose!

Wait, no!

Borshu's eyes instantly widened, Meng Yan's arrow didn't shoot his matching strength at all, what's going on?

Burst!

A blood flower bloomed on Meng Yan's chest, and his body was carried backwards!

"Your Excellency!"

"Husband!"

Guo Xiaochao, Guo Yue and others who were watching the game were stunned.

And Borshu himself was also stunned, shouldn't it, he was sure that it was not easy for Meng Yan to dodge this arrow, but what he didn't expect was that he didn't dodge much!

What does he want to do?

"Teacher, I'm sorry!" Meng Yan suddenly took shape, staggered his feet, and stopped steadily!

Holding the bow in his left hand, he suddenly pulled the shaft of the arrow into his chest with his right hand!

A bloody arrow was drawn and placed on the bowstring, which shook and dragged a bloody light towards Borshu. (To be continued......)

ps: This chapter is so hard to write, are the children's shoes encouraging, vote or something? R1292