Drops of blood dripped down and snaked on the ground.

A middle-aged guard looked pale and looked incredulously at his chest, where there was a large hole.

He was pierced through the chest by an arrow.

But what about arrows?

Wei Yong's eyes were torn, and he searched desperately, and then saw an even more terrifying scene.

Behind the guard, a younger guard also fell to the ground.

Just now, just between the breath of the conversation between Zhu Luan and Wei Yong, a black bright feather arrow ghostly came, roaring, with extremely strong behind him, shooting a guard in the heart, but did not stop continuing to penetrate, repeating and piercing, piercing the second guard, this is not over, there is no one behind this guard, the momentum of this arrow is unabated, and there is no end in sight.

"Lao Gao! Aaron! Wei Yong roared, deeply grieved.

Both of these guards were crossbowmen who had just performed extremely well and were skilled in archery.

The crowd didn't see the arrow clearly just now, so naturally they couldn't react.

Looking at the two companions who died in an instant, the guards fell into terror, and their arms holding bows and crossbows began to tremble.

"Get out of the way!" This time, Zhu Luan did not borrow Wei Yong's mouth, and shouted in his loudest voice.

The guards had already become frightened birds, and when they heard Zhu Luan's voice, they scattered one after another.

At this moment, the second pitch-black arrow came again, although there was Zhu Luan's previous warning, but the speed of the arrow was too fast, there was no warning at all, and the direction could not be predicted, the guards were too conscious to avoid it, and the second branch still ran straight through the chests of the two guards.

"Hundred steps through Yang ......" Duan Lizheng was dumbfounded and praised, such a stunt arrow, he really became the first person in the ages.

The guards exploded completely, and the guards were shocked and fled to the side.

"Stay in formation! Don't spread it out too much! Wei Yong realized that something was wrong and yelled hoarsely.

At the moment when the guards dispersed, the figures of Zhu Rong and the others, who were originally blocked by the bodies of the guards, were completely exposed.

"Not good!" Duan Lizheng's pupils shrank, and the fierce sound of breaking the air came, and the third divine arrow was killed, heading straight towards Zhu Rong!

And behind Zhu Rong, at this time stood Princess Jinyang!

Duan Lizheng pulled out the Naked Sword, and the True Yuan of his body skyrocketed, and he rushed in the direction of Princess Jinyang!

Even he who had ascended to the extreme realm felt extremely desperate at this time.

A moment of life and death.

Duan Lizheng only felt that his right hand was being pulled hard, but he didn't have the heart to think about it.

Just when Duan Lizheng felt that he was firmly locked by the cold arrow, and the breath of death was close at hand.

There was a crisp sound in the air like a golden jade.

Then the arrow wind blew by.

The thick black arrow grazed the side of Zhu Rong's cheek and nailed it to the edge of the window.

The window ridge was suddenly violently impacted and turned into powder.

Zhu Rong realized it later, his eyes widened and he gasped.

Duan Lizheng stabilized his figure and looked around.

The girl's arms hung down, and in her hands she held the bow she had just snatched from him.

……

……

"Huh?"

In a small three-story building five hundred paces away from the British Mansion, a man let out a puzzled sound.

The small building was dilapidated, cobwebbed and dusty.

In the narrow attic on the top floor of the small building, the wooden planks creaked, and in this small space, there were actually two men squatting.

One is small, thin-waisted, and mantis-like, while the other is tall and strong, with a thick beard and looks like a bear.

The thin man held a bamboo tube with crystal chips at both ends in his hand, and a huge crossbow was stepped on by the strong man's feet.

The thin man stuck one eye to the lens of the bamboo tube, and said incredulously, "Old Shi, someone can actually shoot your arrow." ”

This bear-looking man is the rumored Murong Shi who has been in hiding for six years.

Hearing the words of the man next to him, Murong Shi took out another black arrow from the quiver beside him without saying a word and put it on the bowstring, then sat on the ground with his body flat, kicked the left and right soles into the crossbow body that was flat in front of him, followed the crossbow arm, pried on the waist hook, and hooked the crossbow string. Pull the waist hook with both hands and push the soles of your feet forward. The splitting body fell backwards, and with all the force, pulled the crossbow string, and hung the bracket.

After completing these steps, he asked in a muffled voice.

"What kind of person misses?"

"A little girl, don't you say it's strange?" The thin man took his eyes off the bamboo tube, looked at Murong Shi and asked, "You didn't know how to release water just now, did you?" ”

"Do you want to die? Lu Tao. Murong Shi's eyes were still looking in the direction of the arrow, and his voice was heavy, "I have never shot an arrow that releases water." ”

Then he was silent for a moment and asked, "How old is that girl?" ”

"Who knows? He looked like he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Isn't it a refinement? Lu Tao lay back and sighed.

"Brother, can you do it? The little young master of the Zhu family is still alive. ”

Murong Shi's pair of iron arms firmly grasped the crossbow arm, the muscles on his arms were tense, his eyes narrowed, and he carefully adjusted the direction of the arrowhead.

Condense the true element and pour it in.

His realm is not high, and he can only faintly see a human figure six hundred steps away, but his understanding of arrows is extraordinary, wind, breathing, human movements, and through these subtle information, he can judge the vital point of the target.

The order he received was to shoot a young master from the British Mansion.

He had received a portrait of this young master's father before, and based on this, the physical information on the portrait remained firmly in his mind.

He stared at the black spot in his field of vision, which was the man he was going to shoot.

He aimed the arrow at the black dot again.

However, although he aimed at the target, the target did not move at high speed, and the wind speed and the surrounding block were just right, but he just couldn't shoot the arrow smoothly.

Because there is also a white dot next to this black dot.

In his past career as a crossbowman, it was rare for someone to hit his own arrows with the same arrow.

In this world, except for grandmaster-level people, no one will do it.

However, a person at the grandmaster level, according to the rules, cannot do anything to a cultivator in the realm below the unclear realm.

The surge of heaven and earth also told him that there were no grandmaster-level people here now.

Even if this white dot is a cultivator, it is just an ordinary cultivator.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, how powerful can she be?

As far as he knew, over the years, there was only one person who could enter the extreme realm at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

Didn't he just react?

Even if he can't enter the Ascending Pole in this life, his arrows can still shoot the Ascending Extreme.

He had to prove it, or he would be worthless.

The tragedy of the past flashed in front of his eyes, and Murong Shi's breathing suddenly fluctuated, and a trace of murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

"Oops." Murong Shi's heart tightened, but he immediately relaxed again.

This fluctuating breath and murderous aura should not appear in the top ambush crossbowmen, the real ambush crossbowmen should be as silent as a stone.

But now six hundred paces away, no one but the Grandmaster should be able to spot his mistake, he thought relaxedly.

After all, it's been ten years.

The man had been dead for ten years.

Murong Shi continued to look down in the direction of the arrowhead, ready to release the arrow.

Then his pupils shrank.

He felt someone look up and glance at him.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Murong Shi felt that something was wrong, but the arrow had already started, and if he forcibly recovered it, he would be seriously injured by the recoil of the crossbow.

The crunch of the machine sounded, and the bowstring loosened.

The black arrow left the small building and roared out in the wind, looking unstoppable.

Then Murong Shi saw the girl raise her bow.

The powerful black arrow flew towards the young master of the British government, and encountered another feathered arrow shooting at it in mid-air.

And then.

Break.

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