Zhu Luan let go of Duan Lizheng's arrow in his hand, and the frightened horse, which was originally standing by the quiver like a stake, rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Zhu Luan followed closely behind.

At this moment, Duan Lizheng hit five arrows, and Zhu Luan hit three arrows.

Duan Lizheng grabbed two more arrows from the quiver when the horse left, and now both of them had three arrows in their hands.

The boy grabbed the reins in one hand, controlled the frightened horse beneath him, and before the horse could stand still, he let go of his bow and took aim again.

He could shoot arrows wherever he was, but the girl who had just kicked him stood in front of him with unmistakable accuracy, and at the same time drew her bow and wound her arrows.

This time the two did not confront each other, and the keen cultivator heard the trembling of the bowstring, and Duan Lizheng and Zhu Luan drew their bows and released arrows face to face.

There was an uproar outside the venue!

"Hey!" Hong Shan opened his eyes wide and punched Nian Huazang on the shoulder, grabbing the guardrail and wanting to climb in, "Didn't you say that neither of these two people would out!" ”

How can it be?!

Nianhuazang's pupils shrank, and he mobilized Zhenyuan to look at it with all his might, and then he saw that thrilling scene.

Why is this happening! I didn't expect it to really become a scene of slaughter among the candidates, the silver armor guard on the side of the school field was full of tears, and was about to shout, when his mouth opened, only to see the snow bright arrow brush over the woman's shoulder!

At the same time, with two swishing sounds, the two arrows on Zhu Luan's bow flew off the string to two different places, passing past Duan Lizheng.

With a slight snap, the clothes on the girl's shoulders cracked, revealing snow-white skin.

There was a line of blood under the skin, and Zhu Luan raised his hand to cover the wound, and the blood was gone.

Exclamations from the sidelines began.

"See for yourself," Nian Huazang tried to make his voice sound cold and calm as much as possible, "those two are not shooting at each other." ”

Without waiting for Hong Shan to take a look, news had already come from the guards watching the target.

"Seventeenth, two targets in the heart."

"No. 18, hit a target, miss a heart."

"Duan Lizheng actually missed the shot?"

There was an uproar again, and most of the people didn't understand what the two people who seemed to be shooting at each other had done, and they looked at the feather arrows that were only a little away from the bull's-eye and stamped their feet regretfully.

"Duan Lizheng didn't miss the shot." Nian Huazang said coldly, "It was the crazy woman who hit his arrow with her shoulder." ”

With a shoulder?

How can this be?

The other candidates who heard it next to him swallowed in surprise, and then looked at the shoulder of the girl in red.

Duan Lizheng also watched.

So much happened in that moment.

Because he raised his hand to shoot double arrows, he caught the gap between the movements of the woman who was originally blocking his arrow path.

His arrow was shot between Zhu Luan's two arrows.

But unexpectedly, before the second arrow, which barely paused, the woman actually adjusted her posture again, raised her shoulders, and changed the direction of the arrow.

As long as his angle was a little lower or she wasn't fast enough, the arrow would go into her shoulder.

This woman ......

The situation has changed again.

At this time, Li Zheng had two arrows in his hand, and Zhu Luan had one in his mouth.

Duan Lizheng hit six arrows and Zhu Luan had five arrows.

Duan Lizheng took the bow again, and Zhu Luan stepped forward again.

The silver-armored guards on the sidelines of the school field stared wide-eyed. Now everyone understands Zhu Luan's intentions, this woman is going to drive Duan Lizheng to the arrow target.

Their horses collided again, and a strong wind suddenly rose on the school grounds.

The two horses met in a narrow way, this time Duan Lizheng took the initiative and grabbed the longbow in Zhu Luan's hand first, and the black horse under Zhu Luan raised its hooves again, and at this time, Zhu Luan grabbed the bow and couldn't let go of his body and was fixed, and he was about to be dragged off the horse's back-

The wind rose suddenly, the hair flew, and the moment the black horse raised its hooves, the red light flashed in front of him, Zhu Luan released the reins, grabbed the longbow and turned around on the horse's back, and then leaned over and grabbed Duan Lizheng's mane from the horse.

Between the two horses that collided rapidly, the girl's momentary movements were dazzling.

Duan Lizheng's horse neighed, and was kicked on the front leg by the big black horse again, bent a bend, and staggered out, Zhu Luan took advantage of the situation, hugged his black horse smoothly, and turned over from the horse's belly.

Duan Lizheng's horse galloped out again, and Zhu Luan's horse not only did not chase it, but turned around and galloped towards the quiver.

Actually!

The generals' eyes widened.

This little woman actually wants to delay someone from getting an arrow! And not to interfere with people in archery!

On the way, there was another sound in the air, and the arrow in Zhu Luan's mouth hit the target.

Zhu Luan galloped to the quiver and grabbed three of the remaining four arrows again.

There were still two arrows left in Duan Lizheng's quiver on the side.

Zhu Luan rode towards the remaining arrow targets, and with two swishing sounds, Duan Lizheng finished shooting the two arrows in his hand in the distance and came towards the last two arrows of the quiver.

As if he hadn't seen it, Zhu Luan hit his horse and headed towards the three farthest targets.

Then three arrows are wound.

Three arrows!

The black armor guard on the high platform was surprised.

Princess Jinyang on the side glanced at him, thinking that it seemed that the imperial sister still had residual poison on her body.

She knew that this was not the limit of that woman at all.

It was indeed not her limit, Zhu Luan pulled out the bow and felt the trembling of the muscles in his arm, and the positions of the three targets appeared in his mind.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Three arrows hit the target, and there was an exclamation from behind her, but this exclamation was not for her, because it was before everyone could see the target.

Duan Lizheng hit the target again.

There is still one last arrow left, and the arrow is in Duan Lizheng's hand.

People lamented, admired, and waited for that last moment to come,

By this time, everything was almost in place.

Who else can change?

Who......

Here comes the variables.

The scribe in charge of recording next to him had already raised his pen, but he saw a burst of black lightning and a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

The woman came.

The girl galloped on horseback.

The dust was flying, as if it was followed by thousands of troops.

The horse's hooves beat on the ground, knocking on everyone's hearts, knock knock.

In a trance, the flag hunting, the war drums thundered, and returned to the battlefield.

The target closest to the quiver was left by Zhu Luan to the end, which was the race of the last time.

Duan Lizheng didn't raise his head, reached out and grabbed the last arrow of the quiver, put on the bow and pulled the string, aiming for the next second-

Zhu Luan arrived.

In the rapid gallop, the girl was not afraid to let go of the reins, opened her arms head-on, and her hair flew.

This is the last moment, the arrow has to be sent on the string, not at this time, and when she gets close, it will definitely make waves again!

In the last bet, Duan Lizheng's true yuan erupted and a huge amount of dust erupted, and Duan Lizheng grabbed the moment Zhu Luan's horse sank and released the bowstring.

Buzz.

This is the world that only practitioners can see.

The crowd staring at the two men held their breath and almost stared out their eyes.

This is.

All of them.

A sight never imagined.

In the practitioner's field of vision, it is like a slowed movement.

Feathered arrows shoot at the moon and are unstoppable.

Then, in the blur of smoke, a small snow-white hand reached out.

Caught the arrow.