Yun Ting reached out and took out two feather arrows from the quiver, and pulled the string with his bow, his eyes narrowed, and a trace of essence flashed from them. The gallop brought not only speed and refreshment, but also the ubiquitous headwind, which was pouring into Yunting's clothes, between the mouth and nose, and even the arm holding the bow, it was a little unstable.

Coupled with the sweltering shadow at the moment, the clouds are in a state of constant change, in this state, let alone shooting a person with a bow and arrow, it is very difficult to even maintain a posture and maintain an accuracy.

This is mounted archery, you will not stand still, and the enemy will not stand still and let you shoot, so the required archery skills do not need to be able to penetrate the Yang in 100 steps, but it must also be completed to the level of a leader.

The bow in his hand is a one-stone strong bow, Yun Ting just held it in his hand, and pulled it a few times, it is still good, but it is a little lighter, and his current arm strength can fully afford to pull a two-stone, or even three-stone strong bow. However, Yun Ting was still very surprised that the female player, with such a delicate appearance, it seemed that she weighed no more than eighty pounds, but her arm strength was so big that she could shoot a strong bow with one stone, which made Yun Ting stunned.

However, it is also because of the monster strength of this female player that Yun Ting can get the bow of this stone, otherwise if it is lighter, Yun Ting will not choose to solve the trouble here, but continue to follow.

After all, the Yellow Turban Lux is not a lie, even if it is a Yellow Turban Lux who can only spell, he must have been taught a little simple talisman spell, because these people are completely loyal to Zhang Jiao's existence, so they can come into contact with a lot of things. If you want to damage them and kill them, you can only do it with a strong bow.

If Yun Ting was still acting like a beginner in the bow and arrow just now, then now he has grasped a trace of the essence, all thanks to the experience of his previous life, in the same state of mind, he can awaken many things, such as seizing the opportunity. Yun Ting had already drawn the bow to the fullest, the two feather arrows were staying on the string, his body was undulating with the running of the Absolute Shadow, but his upper body still maintained the posture of drawing the bow, Yun Ting did not let go of his fingers, he had to wait for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to start shooting.

Archery is also a technical job, not that you will be able to shoot a person in 100 shots, but it depends on the timing, when the enemy shows a flaw, you can shoot the arrow that must kill. Otherwise, you swagger and shoot your bow while standing in the enemy's field of vision, and in the open, the target will dodge or block the arrows you shoot and there is no way to hit the target, let alone kill the opponent.

This is why there are very few famous generals killed by bows and arrows in the Three Kingdoms, but almost all of them are hit by cold arrows.

Yun Ting could only wait, trying to raise his mental state to an extreme concentration, with only the goal in his eyes, only the wind blowing, only the grass moving, and the trajectory that the feather arrow was about to cross, and the final target.

Suddenly, Yun Ting seemed to have understood Tai Shici's words, the person who shoots the arrow can not shoot people, but he must believe that he can shoot, this is a kind of potential, an invincible arrow momentum. It doesn't matter how bad a bow you use, how bad an arrow is, as long as it can still hurt people, then you can kill, the bow is good, the arrow is good, it's not a problem, the problem is the person who uses the arrow.

As long as you want, as long as you want to kill, then no matter how long it takes, in the end you can succeed.

Time passed by drop by second, the Yellow Turban Lux's fire talisman had not yet been drawn, the clouds had not yet run out, the speed at which the Shadow had just erupted, and the Shadow Jue, had almost no help to all this, it was just that the distance between the two was extended.

The remaining seven shadow traces also disappeared in a short period of time, if there was no quagmire and empty binding technique, the absolute shadow would definitely be able to escape, and even recoiled back to let Yun Ting easily harvest the lives of this group of Yellow Turban wrestlers who were casting spells, but unfortunately there was no if. Because those Yellow Turban Lux had observed the horse for a long time, they could see that this was a good horse, so they had precautions, no matter whether Yun Ting said or not, he ran away, in short, it was impossible for the Absolute Shadow to break away in an instant.

Now there is only one good news, perhaps the clouds are comforting themselves. Yun Ting saw that those Yellow Turban wrestlers were expressionless and indifferent, and they didn't even react when he opened his bow and arrows, it is not ruled out that they were too serious, but even the Yellow Turban Squad Leader did not react, which was strange. It seems that the Yellow Turban Lux saw the scene where Yun Ting opened his bow several times but did not shoot arrows, which made them see that Yun Ting's archery skills were very poor, so they didn't care, and they also had their own confidence, and directly ignored the threat brought by Yun Ting's bow.

This is what Yunting wants to see, and it is the only good news.

His arms were sore, and his fingers were red, but Yun Ting did not waver, his eyes were fixed on a yellow turban wrestler in the far corner, his mouth was clenched tightly, he refused to relax for a moment, the opportunity was fleeting, Yun Ting rarely even blinked his eyes, with his ears and his heart, trying to catch such a subtle tremor, a flaw. Just staring, letting the shadow run slowly in the mire, jolting, Yun Ting's hand was so determined, he didn't even move, even though the muscles of his entire arm were slightly sore, and he began to tremble slightly.

The battle formation technique in the distance seemed to be about to be completed, and the surrounding environment suddenly became hot, and a slightly cold autumn wind passed by, and it became hot in an instant. At this time, a fallen leaf flew down, floated in front of the eyes of a yellow turban wrestler in the corner, gradually burned in the air and scattered ashes, and then fell to the feet of a yellow turban wrestler standing side by side, and the fallen leaves had burned out. This made them stunned for a moment, and the spell was about to be completed, and their hearts were already much lighter, and their defenses had weakened.

"Good opportunity! This is the time! Seeing this, Yun Ting, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately turned his bow sideways, and without hesitation, shot out the two feather arrows that had stayed in his hand for a long time.

"Be careful!" The Yellow Turban Squad Leader reminded loudly.

But it was too late, he could only watch the two arrows shot by Yunting, one in front and one behind, one left and one right, penetrating into the bodies of the two Yellow Turban Warriors, in the shocked eyes of the team leader, the two Yellow Turban Warriors who were distracted by the leaves opened their eyes wide in disbelief and fell back heavily. Blood leaked through their chests, gradually soaking their armor, and a feathered arrow was firmly nailed to each of their chests, and a tuft of tail feathers fluttered in the breeze.

Two arrows, two lives, this is a beautiful start, for Yun Ting, who drew a bow and shot an arrow for the first time in his life, it is already a capital that can be shown off.

Yun Ting was not happy because of this, let alone happy, he looked at it indifferently as in his previous life, and quickly pulled out four feather arrows from the quiver, one between his four fingers, and pulled a half-full bowstring again, and when those yellow turban wrestlers were stunned, the four arrows flew out with a roar. In the air, it was scattered into four independent feather arrows, this time even the squad leader did not react, and in an instant, the four feather arrows each reached the chests of the four Yellow Turban wrestlers, entered their bodies without mercy, and pierced through their chests.

Yun Ting was not surprised by this result, the strategists who cast spells need to be fully engrossed, they are very vulnerable at this time, and here Yun Ting can see a little. These Yellow Turban wrestlers, I'm afraid they are all new soldiers, only the squad leader is a veteran, otherwise the Yellow Turban wrestlers who have a certain amount of time, when casting spells, because of their loyalty to Huang Tian, even if they die, they will complete the spells in their hands!

"Arrows!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yun Ting quickly drew his arrows, took his bow, and began to shoot wildly. Each time the feather arrow was shot accurately and ruthlessly, which was not much different from the realm of his previous life, or even surpassed. When people are desperate, especially when they are facing death, the power that bursts out is terrifying, although it is not real death, but in the Three Kingdoms, Yun Ting's death is equivalent to a life gone.

Among a variety of factors, Yun Ting's physical strength, spirit, and concentration are all sublimated, and each arrow is full of great strength, and even the parts and angles that will be reached are calculated in an instant, and then the arrow is shot. It is Yun Ting himself, who is ignorant of this state, he almost does not hear, does not listen, only looks, only moves, but he can grasp everything clearly, numbly shooting arrows. The men in his eyes, the hard bow in his hand, the murderous arrows on the bow, the targets he was about to kill, and nothing else!

After a long time, Yun Ting realized that this state was extremely rare, that is, what the system called an epiphany, and this realization, according to his own guess, had raised his archery skills to the point of perfection when he shot a series of arrows. This realization, this scene that seems to be intertwined with the previous life, directly rescued Yun Ting from the sea of suffering and saved him from death.

Twenty Yellow Turban wrestlers, each with an arrow in their bodies, died in eyes full of disbelief, and they never understood why Yun Tinghui suddenly burst out with such a powerful strength. In the final analysis, they still attach too much importance to Yun Ting, and they despise it too much, if they don't use the Heavenly Fire to Fire the Plains, and don't think that Yun Ting's archery skills are rotten and take precautions, then they may also kill Yun Ting! Instead of dying like now, all of them were wiped out just to prepare for the battle formation skills!

Twenty Yellow Turban wrestlers were all wiped out, and with their deaths, the mire began to disappear, and the air binding technique was automatically lifted, and the road returned to its previous state. It seems that nothing has ever happened, and it seems that there has been a catastrophe, and the surrounding mountains and forests are still very quiet, and not even a single bird has appeared.

Yun Ting gasped, his chest heaved heavily, his right arm was aching, and his middle and index fingers were even more bleeding wounds, which were deeply embedded in the flesh due to the wounds left by the rapid pulling of the bow and strings. He was genuinely happy, his eyes were bloodshot red, and his gaze was cold when he looked into the distance.

Maybe somewhere else, Yun Ting will die at their hands, but here after all, it is Yun Ting who is alive and they are dead.

Suddenly, Yun Ting's gaze froze, and the breathing that had calmed down suddenly became heavy again.

He saw that there was still one person in the Yellow Turban Lux who had not died, and his body lying in the mountains and forests stood up again, looking at the clouds from a distance, and his eyes were full of the most sincere killing intent. Anger spread on his body, the Yellow Turban Lux Squad Leader pulled out the feather arrow nailed to the center of his palm, and looked at the three-edged arrow hook with an expression of flesh and blood, he ignored it, and gently folded it, breaking and crushing the feather arrow. He drew the knife, but the wound on his hand did not prevent him from continuing to hold the knife, and the blood oozing from his palm quickly stained the handle red.

So he went forward, swung his sword, and cut off the twenty-second arrow outside the twenty-one arrows, step by step, forward!

(End of chapter)