The shadows of the centaurs were sufficient, and Guan Kuo's falling figure was drowned out by those images, but Ashinaqin was still able to clearly find Guan Kuo's location and see the other party's state.

Ashinaqin frowned.

"It's not dead yet, it's really a living creature with strong vitality."

He drew his bow again and whispered, "Let's see if you'll die this time." ”

Guan Kuo now knew Ashinaqin's whereabouts, so despite the longing of the figure, he was still able to cross those fleeting gaps and see Ashinaqin pull the big bow again.

His heart became more and more depressed, Ashinaqin's belief in killing him was so strong, even if he dodged those arrows again and again, if he continued like this, he who was already seriously injured in his body would probably really die.

Now, those abrupt elites who look fierce and vicious don't seem so terrifying, after all, open guns are easy to dodge, hidden arrows are difficult to prevent, plus after the combination of the Northern Tang Dynasty and the Southern Wu people here, they are completely at a disadvantage, and only Ashina Qin's distant gaze supports them, and the only thing they have to do is to cooperate with Ashina Qin to kill Guan Kuo.

A commander took action so personally and vowed to kill an ordinary Northern Tang soldier, this thing is really a bit bizarre to say.

No one can understand the friendship between Ashinaqin and Su Yin, just as others can't quite appreciate the friendship between Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, and General Zhenwei.

Guan Kuo felt his broken ribs, felt the severe pain, and his expression was in a trance, and the pain could almost paralyze his nerves.

The weight of his body almost crushed him, and the wounds that had not yet healed were still slowly oozing blood, excessive blood loss, damage to internal organs, and pain...... All these things made him feel like he was about to lose it.

It took him countless courage and perseverance to dodge the arrows that had just dodged that man, so when he stopped now, he realized that his strength, energy, and even that kind of strong perseverance had almost been used up. He propped his hands on the cold ground, feeling the earth tremble from the great battle around him, and found that it was difficult for him to move now, let alone dodge the man's arrows as he had done before.

His gaze crossed over countless people and saw the great bow.

The great bow crossed countless people and was aimed at him.

His heart was beating continuously, and he could feel the rhythm clearly.

Those arrows were like heavenly punishments, and the Southern Wu and Northern Tang people all felt it, and they clearly knew Guan Kuo's crisis, but they had no choice, all they could do was to try to fight in front of Guan Kuo, try to use their bodies to resist that person's unrivaled killing intent, and kill the Tuwu people a lot.

For those who really want to protect Guan Kuo and protect such a hero who killed Su Yin, what they experience is also a kind of despair, and that kind of despair is not the despair of life and death, but the person they want to protect is threatened very strongly, but they can't do anything about it.

Guan Kuo's pupils constricted.

The fifth arrow is coming.

Slowing down the time, you can see that the fierce and crazy expressions of the abrupt people, and the anxious expressions of the Northern Tang people and the Southern Wu people, are all frozen on their faces.

What the abrupt people want is to kill more enemies, because that person's killing intent only belongs to that person.

The Northern Tang Dynasty and the Southern Wu people saw and felt that the arrow was coming and approaching, and they felt that the arrow seemed to be within reach, but it was far away in the world, and they couldn't stop it, and they didn't have time to stop it.

They helplessly swept their eyes to Guan Kuo, because everyone realized that in the face of that person's arrows, Guan Kuo really had to rely on himself.

Guan Kuo's face was as pale as paper, the sweat on his forehead dripped to the ground, soaking the soil under him, he wanted to make a little movement, his heart had already flown up, and it was also very powerful, he could almost fly to the sky, or use Qin to kill everything, however, when his heart made all the preparations, his body did not have the slightest movement, because he was really tired and tired, this is the real heart is more than enough and not enough.

He finally tilted his body the moment the arrow came.

Arrow feathers entered in front of him, and came out behind him, blood dripping down with the arrow feathers that flew through the air.

He wondered why the pain was so much milder than he had thought, and he realized that maybe he was really injured and numb.

He was also glad that he was not dead.

However, his dim eyes saw that just as the fifth arrow passed through his body, the man from afar had already mounted the sixth arrow.

Although it is far away, it may be a special force between life and death, making him clear that this arrow is aimed at his eyebrows.

The bowstring slowly pulled away, and Ashinaqin narrowed his eyes and aimed the tip of the arrow at his target.

Death marches its pace.

The wind was still strong, but the sound of the wind seemed to have fallen silent.

At this moment of life and death, Guan Kuo only had time to look at the Southern Wu man who was holding the banner of the word "Ji".

The Nanwu man only had time to take care of the kuo, and then shouted with a pale face: "Fool! ”

His shout was like a broken gong and drum, very ugly, maybe he felt it, this may be the last words between him and Guan Kuo, and the last time they look at each other.

The girl didn't want Guan Kuo to die, so naturally she didn't need to mention it, but they had established a deep friendship with Guan Kuo for so many days, and he didn't want to see and experience all this, but he felt helplessly that he was useless.

Ashinaqin's big hand was very steady, and his movements had an almost perfect frequency, and he shot arrows.

He rarely felt that archery felt like a cloud of water like this one, very smooth, not muddy.

Perhaps, this is called the taste of revenge.

In Guan Kuo's pupils, the edge of the arrow tip was getting closer and closer, and although his eyes were dim, he still clearly saw the cold star.

His body trembled, it was an instinct, but he didn't know if it was an instinctive fear or an instinctive desire to remind him to return to the state, but he really couldn't move.

The arrow was from the center of his brow.

Six zhang.

Five zhang.

Sanzhang.

One zhang.

……

Smoke poured down his face, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded like a drum.

A little cold came first, and then, the gun came out like a dragon.

"Dang!"

The tip of the arrow collided with the tip of the spear, erupting in scorching heat, and then striking a tiny spark.

In this moment's trance, Guan Kuo couldn't tell whether it was a dream or real, but he always felt that it was ......

The Iron Horse fell asleep.

Then he heard a voice that was kind and instinctively disgusted to his ears.

"Our Captain Horse, if you die like this, how can you make our Royal Highness Princess Guangle embarrassed?"

……

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