Chapter 25: Seven Shots

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Bow and arrow, what is a bow? What is an arrow?

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The combination of bow and arrow can kill people thousands of miles away.

Tang Yu fell into a strange state, the compound bow and arrow in his hand, in Tang Yu's hands, were like the most beautiful butterflies, dancing, jumping, and blooming.

Bloom the most beautiful flower - the flower of death.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Three arrows were fired in unison, and the three royal lion eagles fell.

"It's amazing." Wang Xiaopang was dumbfounded, even if it was cold, his pupils were constricted, and his eyes showed an incredible look.

"No, no, it's not enough." It seems that killing three royal lion eagles with three arrows is powerful, but if you want to defeat the royal lion eagle boss, there is still a lot missing.

"Look, this is archery." In Tang Yu's mind, an old man with white hair fluttering but full of energy shouted angrily, like thunder, like a cracked sea, which shocked Tang Yu's mind blank, only a small figure.

Although the figure is small, it stands up to the sky, as if it can support the whole world.

Bend the bow and set the arrow.

The villain's ordinary movements gave Tang Yu a different feeling.

More fluent, more rhythmic, no superfluous movements, as if the most perfect master is performing the dance of the pinnacle of life.

He's not bending the bow and arrows, he's dancing, performing a dance that is unique in his life.

"Drink!" The old man broke off and shouted, and the seven sharp arrows left the string.

That's not an arrow, it's seven brilliant lights, it's seven speechless lights, that's light.

He broke through the naked eye, reaching the speed of light, seven speeds of the same speed, no one faster than a minute or a single light slow.

Tang Yu had nothing outside in his heart, only the scene in front of him, staring at it for a long time, and never forgetting it.

This is the masterful art of archery.

This is the master of archery.

The figure of the old man slowly disappeared, and Tang Yu closed his eyes and fell into an epiphany.

"Chirp ......" Royal Lion Eagle BOSS was angry, this little human dared to kill his own kind in front of his own eyes, although those same kind were just his own slaves, but the majesty of the king could not be desecrated.

What's more, his subordinates were seriously damaged, and the Royal Lion Eagle BOSS felt that it was very likely that the guy in front of him did a good thing.

Unforgivable.

The Royal Lion Eagle BOSS roared angrily, flapping his huge wings, rolling up the powder in the wind and fog, and wanted to tear Tang Yu apart.

"Good time." Tang Yu closed his eyes, but he gave people the feeling that sometimes he was as calm as a mountain, and sometimes as turbulent as the sea, which was impenetrable.

Seven arrows are wound, and they move instantly.

Seven rays of light rushed towards the Royal Lion Eagle Boss's body, his wings, his neck, his eyes, his head, and his chest.

They are lights, shooting at the Royal Lion Eagle boss at the speed of light.

The compound bow in Tang Yu's hand was cracked under this blow, and it couldn't withstand this speechless reaction.

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Bronco Plains Bronco City.

The south edge of Mustang City is extended in all directions, and all kinds of rare and peerless horses attract businessmen from all walks of life to flock to drive the economy of Mustang City.

On this day, at the gate of the wild horse city, from time to time, there will be adventurers who catch good horses and bring them to the wild horse city to sell, just like the horse dealers who smell the smell of fish crowd each other, squeeze to this snow-white, without a trace of impurities around the white horse, talk to each other, and make comments.

However, the ground trembled, and a violent sound of horses' hooves followed.

About a few kilometers away from Mustang City, a group of ironclad knights wearing forest iron armor with only a pair of eyes on their bodies, and dark and shiny war horses under their seats, roared all the way.

The number of people is small, only a few hundred, but it gives people the feeling of thousands of troops.

The leader, with his emerald green hair, is so dreamy in the reflection of the setting sun.

The unicorn with a single horn at the bottom of the seat is even more in the lead, and the lightning is galloping, as fast as a gust of wind.

Silent, solemn, iron-blooded. This is the impression that everyone in Bronco City has of this team.

"Herod!" The war horse snorted and stopped outside the city of Mustang City with neat movements.

"I, in the name of Felosial Amastacia, ask Marx, Lord of Mustang City, to open the gates." The girl sitting on the unicorn said majestically, there is no refusal.

"Is that her?" Everyone in Mustang City was shocked, they didn't expect it to be her, but wasn't she fighting against the enemy country on the battlefield in the south?

The city of wild horses was soon opened, and Philosil immediately pulled the reins and went in alone, and after a while, everyone saw Philosir coming out of the city lord's mansion.

Philosill's face was expressionless, but the curious eyes widened could not see the slightest problem.

"Drive!" Soon, Philochil left with her ironclad knights.

"Oh my God, I'm so blessed to see Lord Philosir's true face?" When the Iron Knight left for a while, the voice in Mustang City was more enthusiastic than ever, but the goal of this discussion was no longer those rare BMWs, but about the purpose of Philohill's visit to Mustang City.

"The empire has such a strong army, and it is only a matter of time before the enemy country is pushed back." There is an old and steady businessman who smiled and nodded, winning the unanimous approval of others.

"But why did Lord Philochil come to Bronco City?" Some people are puzzled, in the midst of a heated war with the enemy country, is it appropriate for her to come to Bronco City at this time?

"Really?" Some well-informed people suddenly remembered something, and looked at each other with worry.

Not to mention the arguments of the traders in Mustang City, after Philosil got the information he needed, he hurried up and didn't stop, just wanting to find his target faster, faster, and faster.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Philosil urged anxiously in his heart.

"Don't worry, Philohir, even if I can be fast, your men can't keep up with my speed, not every horse is a unicorn." The unicorn under Philosill's seat actually has a similar ability to communicate with the heart, and can communicate in Philosill's heart.

"You're alone, and if you go, you're just going to add one more hostage." Unicorn persuasion.

"Bai Xue, I know this truth, but I am still very panicked in my heart, it is because of my distraction that the princess was taken away by the enemy country." Philosil replied sadly: "If I can't save the princess, how can I face the dying king?" ”

"Princess, she has the sacred mission of the Empire."

"Settle down, it's not that you don't know the strength of the princess, and besides, they must want to bring the princess back safely, the dead princess is useless to them." A unicorn named Snow persuades.

"Alright, we need to take a break, just take a break outside the dense forest ahead." Bai Xue said in a mature manner, and then took the lead to stop despite Philosill's obstruction.

The black-armored knights behind him seemed to have been tempered by thousands of tempers, and the queue was neat and full of solemnity.

"Rest in place for half an hour." Philosil glanced at the soldiers who followed him without regrets, saw the exhaustion in their eyes, saw the pain in their tense bodies, and finally gave this order because he couldn't bear it.

The black-armored knights dismounted silently, first feeding their respective horses, and then each looking for a place to rest, took out the rations they carried with them, and ate them silently.

During the break, they were still silent, as if they could not speak. Even those war horses, except for a few sparse neighs when they pulled the reins to make them stop, until now, not a single war horse has made a sound, from this, it can be seen that they are well-trained.

This is a battle-hardened cavalry, an elite cavalry team that only knows how to charge and kill the enemy.

One can block thousands of armies.