An arrow was fired, and he quickly reached out and pulled one out of the quiver, put on the bow, and then another arrow was fired. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The archer was alert, rolled forward, and the first arrow shot over the archer's body, nailing it to a tree three feet high in front of him.

The archer flicked up, suddenly alert to the second arrow, and hurriedly raised the bow to sweep away, and the second arrow was swept away by him, however, a purple shadow flew from the corner of his eye, and he could no longer dodge, only felt a pain in his left hand, and the purple shadow passed through his palm.

"My hand!" he cried out, and hurriedly raised his eyes to see a young man in brocade right in front of his bow, an arrow shining with a cold light aimed at him.

The young man's eyes were sharp and cold, and his left arm with a bow was steady, and he was a man who often used the bow. The archer's pupils shrank, and he lunged at the nearby tree.

"Pounce!" the boy's arrow shot. The archer was shot in a small retreat in the right leg after receiving the tree.

"You deceive!" cried the archer.

The boy put his bow in the pouch behind his back, stretched out his hand, drew his sword, and walked towards the tree where the archer was hiding.

When the archer saw the boy behind the tree abandon his bow and draw his sword, he was overjoyed, and he also put away his bow, pulled out his waist knife from his waist, and the tip of the sword went down, and he walked out from behind the tree.

"I like you like this!" the archer sneered, "kill you, and I'll cut off your head, and your body will be torn by the beast, and not a single bone will be left." ”

The young man did not move, and dragged his sword with his backhand to approach the archer step by step.

The archer had the illusion that the young sword in front of him seemed to be a master, and he didn't take him seriously at all. He felt that this was ridiculous, how could it be? The young man in front of him was obviously an ordinary teenager, how could he have such a bearing that did not put everyone in his eyes?

The archer was a little panicked in his heart, and as soon as the knife in his hand was raised, he rushed towards the young man, and slashed with his sword.

As soon as the boy gave in, the sword in his hand swept towards the archer's lower plate without any fancy style.

The archer didn't catch a knife, and with a shard of his right leg, he hit the ground and jumped away. With this force, the wound of the purple bamboo arrow was torn even wider, and the blood flowed faster, and blood was sprinkled on the ground.

The boy did not catch up, the tip of the sword sank downward, burrowed into the ground, and with a sudden leap, several pieces of gravel were picked up and smashed into the archer's legs. The archer sneered, such a move was too pediatric and would not pose any threat to him.

The next moment, the archer's sneer froze on his face, his mouth opened violently, and he shouted "ah". A piece of gravel cleverly hit the shaft of the purple bamboo arrow, and the purple bamboo arrow shook violently in the flesh of the archer, and shook again.

As the archer opened his mouth to shout, the boy raised his sword and stabbed it into the archer's chest. It's still a very simple move.

The archer raised his sword in one square, and his unexpected situation happened, and in that case, the sword in the young man's hand was shocked and flew out.

The archer was slightly surprised, and immediately laughed wildly, "Hahaha, it turns out that you are an embroidered pillow, which is useless." You have a lot of strength, and if you touch the goods in front of you, you can kill them with your strength. Haha, what will I do with you this time? Come on, look at the knife!"

The archer gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, he jumped up, raised his knife and slashed at the boy's head.

The boy twisted his feet, and his body flashed to the side. After dodging, he turned and ran.

The archer laughed triumphantly and shouted, "Where to run, leave me with your life!"

Not far away, several screams were heard, and the archer's face changed, and his footsteps stopped. But he immediately shouted at the young man: "Your two accomplices have succeeded, but you will not survive, cut off your head, and I will kill them again!"

The boy took advantage of the archer's pause, ran two steps forward, and with his hand he took the carved silver bow from behind his back, and felt for an arrow buckle.

"It's useless!" cried the archer. Catching up from behind the boy and stopping the boy is a knife.

The boy leaned forward, narrowly dodged the sword, flipped violently, faced the archer with his bow, and the strings rang and the arrow struck, and the arrow shot through the archer's open mouth, and flew into the sky with the arrow feather and a pool of red and white.

The archer's eyes widened, his face shocked and unwilling. He never imagined that the boy would be in such danger until he died. Where is this a teenager, it is clearly a veteran who has fought countless battles and is very experienced. Who would have thought that the strength of the boy was obviously very weak, and anyone who stood in the archer's point of view would have 10,000 ways to kill the boy.

However, no one would have thought that they would be killed by a teenager!

The archer let out two small heaval sounds unwillingly, shook his body, and threw himself down towards the boy.

The boy rolled to the side, and the body of the archer slammed into the place where he had been lying.

"Young Master, Young Master!" two figures ran from behind. The boy got up from the ground and looked at them.

Wan Quanxian ran to the young man, his face turned red with excitement, and he gasped and shouted: "Young master, you are still alive! Great! The old man and the prince of Zhennan will be very happy to know it!"

The boy's face softened, "What's my name, who am I?"

"Uh, what are you talking about, young master?" Wan Quan immediately asked in astonishment.

The young man raised his hand and stuffed the bow into the bow bag behind his back, and went over to pick up the sword and unsheath it, and said in an indifferent tone, "I ask you what my name is, and who am I, and why am I here?"

"You're our young master!" Wan Quan shouted.

Yan Zhong, who had just taken two breaths, seemed to understand, and asked cautiously, "Young Master, have you forgotten something?"

The boy walked to the tree with the purple bamboo arrow nailed to it, and said, "Yes! I don't know who I am." I don't know what my name is, what is your relationship with me, and why am I here?"

Wan Quan's mouth opened wide, "Ah, young master, you are so scared that you have lost your memory!"

Yan Zhong noticed the archer who died in front of him, he bent down and pulled out an iron arrow from the quiver behind the archer, and immediately exclaimed in surprise, "The day after tomorrow, who killed the archer!"

The young man pulled out the purple bamboo arrow with force, checked the arrow shaft, the arrow and the arrow feather, except for the arrow feather was slightly damaged, the arrow shaft was not damaged, so he put it up, turned around and walked towards the archer's corpse.

"I'll kill you!" he replied lightly, as if he were answering another trivial matter.

"Ahh They know how powerful an acquired archer is, in addition to the great strength of the young master, but this strength can only be useful in front of ordinary people, and it is not enough in front of the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, they would not have had to run away in the face of those soldiers, and they would have been killed at the junction at the top of the mountain.