"Xiangxiang!" the elven elder hurriedly spoke out to stop him, but where was the time.

In the blink of an eye, the feathered arrow was already in front of Roy.

Roy flicked his feet, and his body flew backwards as the bow of judgment in his hand sounded like a dragon's groan, and an arrow shot out, hitting the feathered arrow shot by the elf girl.

The two arrows collided in the rain and flew out.

The elves exclaimed, amazed.

No one knows better than them the strength of this elven girl named Xiangxiang. Especially in archery, she is a once-in-a-century genius among the elves.

And the arrow just now, although Xiangxiang only wanted to teach this human youth a lesson, and did not urge the fighting spirit, the speed and accuracy of the arrow were still extraordinary and impeccable. Unexpectedly, this young man actually broke the arrow with an arrow when he couldn't make a mistake, and intercepted the arrow shot by Xiangxiang.

This hand alone surpassed many of the elves present. The requirements for archery, reaction, and eyesight are all high, and the difficulty is amazing!

"Huh?" Elf Elder's eyes lit up, and he originally wanted to hold Xiangxiang's hand, but he also eased up.

"Psycho," Roy said angrily, "what are you doing?"

Xiangxiang's face was blushing, and the braided jade teeth bit out, jumping out like a dexterous elk, and the person was in the air, and the cyan longbow in his hand turned into three phantoms. Whoosh, three arrows shot at Roy in a zigzag shape.

The three arrows flew by, and in mid-air, they faintly turned into three willow leaves, floating between the gaps in the rain curtain, giving people a feeling of swaying.

"Three Leaves Chasing the Wind!" the elves shouted in unison.

This kind of archery is a mastery of elven archery, and it is famous for its erratic trajectory and difficulty in dodging.

Its arrows can use air, wind, and even floating dust to change direction, especially in the rain. In the snow, it is as flexible as a fish swimming in aquatic plants. Xiang Xiang once used this kind of archery to set a record of shooting down 737 complete willow leaves at one time.

At that time, the onlookers only saw three arrows flying between the low-hanging branches of a willow tree, and by the time they landed, the ground was already covered with willow leaves.

Usually, everyone rarely has the opportunity to see Xiangxiang use such a mastery. At this moment, several elf girls suddenly jumped up and cheered in unison. A petite girl shouted, "Sister Xiangxiang, come on, shoot this bastard who took advantage of you." ”

Hearing this, Xiangxiang's face turned even redder, while Roy was inexplicable.

The elves are divided into two branches, north and south, and with the fragrance of flowers as the branches, they are divided into different shrines. Miki is the spirit of the Mi Temple. And the lakeside city where Roy lived back then belonged to the Temple of Flowers. This fragrant. Apparently the people of the Temple of Incense. It's the first time I've seen Roy in his life.

This made Roy unable to figure it out, when did I take advantage of it, sir?

But now was clearly not the time to explore the question, and seeing three white feathered arrows rushing towards him, Roy stretched his bow and plucked the string, and shot three arrows with his backhand.

As soon as Roy's arrow was shot, it immediately caused an uproar among the elves.

These three arrows, Roy has nothing else. It's fast. From raising the bow to the arrow, even the elves could only see a chaotic afterimage.

And fast. It is one of the most important elements of archery.

If the two sides were in the dueling arena, engaged in a duel that was dozens of paces apart, the elves present believed that no one except Xiangxiang would be able to survive under the arrows of this human youth. When he raised his bow, the opponent's arrow was probably already in his throat.

But. If this human youth thought that with his speed, he would be able to intercept Xiangxiang's arrows as before, then he would be too naïve.

Elven archers have been able to reign first among all races for thousands of years, not only because of talent, but also because of their speed and precision. There is also a wide variety of archery skills.

And these skills are the essence of archery, and they are the precious wealth inherited from generation to generation of amazing elven marksmen.

Even the most ordinary fourth-order elven archer, with his elven archery skills, can completely suppress a fifth-order human or other race archer in a rapid-fire duel of less than a minute. In the face of that dazzling change, the arrows shot by ordinary archery were as clumsy as buffaloes in a wolf pack.

Sure enough, Roy's arrow was about to hit Xiangxiang's arrow. Suddenly, three white arrows that had been walking through the cracks in the rain curtain each collided with a small drop of rain.

The raindrops shattered into tiny splashes, and the white feathered arrows had changed the trajectory of their flight.

Although this change was extremely subtle, in the eyes of everyone, it was just a trembling action of the tail feathers, but compared to the oncoming black feather arrows, it was enough to make it unreachable.

In the blink of an eye, the three white arrows had already cut an arc through the air, avoiding the interception of the black arrows and continuing to fly towards Roy.

However, just as the black and white arrows staggered, and just when the corners of the elves' mouths had just drawn a smug arc, suddenly, their eyes froze in an instant, and their mouths opened wide at the same time.

At this moment, I saw that the three black feather arrows actually swung their tails in the air, and smashed into the three white feather arrows, knocking their flight paths into chaos.

Arrows swirl in the air and usually only happen to novices who are new to bows and arrows.

Maybe it's because of the lack of strength, or maybe it's because the arrow can't be fixed properly when the string is loose...... In short, when the arrow flies out, it is not in a straight line, but top-heavy, like a wooden stick thrown out. As a result, of course, onlookers burst into laughter.

But when the same situation occurs, at the moment when the arrows on both sides are almost close to the wrong side, it is not a joke.

The elves watched in a daze as the three white feathered arrows flew to different places like doves hit by stones, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Xiangxiang's three-leaf chasing the wind is amazing enough.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired young man's arrow was even more weird, and when it flew into the air, it could automatically change direction, change trajectory, and even change the way of flying.

Even Xiangxiang couldn't help but be stunned.

She looked at Roy, and a twinkle flashed in her beautiful eyes. If you say before the shot. If it was for some unspeakable reason, then these two battles aroused her competitive spirit.

"Whoosh ......" fragrant arrows are like beads.

Not to be outdone, Roy stretched out his bow and arrows, and returned the color.

For a moment, I saw two figures like shooting stars. Leap and chase on the rooftops. Feathered arrows are constantly weaving and intertwining with each other.

Although both of them tacitly suppressed the attack to the point where it was not enough to kill Cheng Dù, the fierceness of the confrontation was still the ultimate in the battle between archers that the elves had ever seen.

The two of you come and go, and all kinds of wonderful archery skills emerge in endlessly.

"Look, Sister Xiangxiang's neon arrow. An elven girl exclaimed, pointing to the colorful light drawn by the seven feathered arrows that swept across the void.

"Phantom Arrow!" the other male elf stared blankly at Roy, who flashed five phantoms in the air, high or low, shooting arrows at the same time from different angles. Stammering.

"Seven arrows volley!" An elf had just been shocked by Roy's barrage of arrows when he heard an elf next to him look at Xiangxiang on the other side in horror and exclaim.

"Eight arrows volley!"

With the exclamations of the elves, Roy and Xiangxiang were completely on the same page. The frequency of the movements is constantly increasing, and the archery skills used are also constantly being upgraded.

In all fairness, in terms of pure archery, Xiang Xiang is more than one level above Roy.

However, Roy has mastered secret footwork such as arrow steps in the clouds, as well as secret archery skills taught by the bow spirit, plus he can rely on magic elements. The trajectory of the arrow is controlled, therefore. Even if Xiangxiang's archery skills are extraordinary, he is helpless for a while.

At the end of the fight, Roy turned around and used the three rain shooters taught by the bow spirit, and three waves of arrow rain in a row forced Xiangxiang back dozens of steps.

Xiang Xiang dodged the rain of arrows. The jade foot lightly landed on the roof of the house, across the street from Roy.

Just as Roy was engrossed, nervously preparing for her stronger counterattack, he saw her turn around. He swept his head back without looking back. After a few ups and downs, he returned to the elven elder's side.

"He ......" Xiangxiang met the elder's gaze, her face turned red, and she only spit out one word, and then fell silent.

The elven elder has watched Xiangxiang grow up since she was a child, so he naturally understands what she means.

Just now, they saw with their own eyes the footwork and archery skills of this human boy, and many of them were unexpectedly unheard of in the elven race, but they had been lost for a long time.

Even if Xiangxiang is reluctant to admit it, it cannot be denied that this human youth said that he himself is a child of the Holy Spirit, perhaps...... Maybe it's a possibility!

Otherwise, how could he have so many footwork and archery skills that even the elves themselves no longer knew?

As the two spoke, Roy had already swept over.

"Why don't you fight?"

This bastard has a strange and unpleasant face.

This was the first time Roy had faced off against a marksman since studying with the Bow Spirit. Moreover, the other party is also a sharpshooter of the elven race. In terms of strength, it is already comparable to the Holy Domain.

Especially in the contest just now, although Xiangxiang didn't know why she was embarrassed, she gritted her teeth. But the shot was extremely measured, relying solely on archery, without using fighting spirit and battle rings. Otherwise, Roy believed that he might not even be able to catch the other party's three moves.

And this kind of pure archery competition is tantamount to a rare tempering for Roy.

In just a few minutes of competition, he felt that his understanding of archery had deepened. And learned a lot from Xiangxiang's archery.

Glaring at Roy fiercely, Xiangxiang snorted coldly and turned her head away.

"Strange, why are you angry...... Roy was confused, and said angrily: "By the way, I haven't asked yet, why are you doing it with me?

As soon as she heard Roy's words, Xiangxiang's face became even more ugly. The elves on the side all looked strange.

The elven elder smiled bitterly and beckoned to Roy, "You come with me." ”

As she spoke, she unleashed her levitation technique and floated towards a banyan tree not far away. Roy looked at Xiangxiang and followed closely.

"Do you want to know why Xiangxiang is angry?" asked the elven elder under the banyan tree, looking at Roy who was following him.

Roy nodded indignantly.

Isn't it amazing to look like malt?

"Because," the elven elder said with a smile, "she is the daughter of the Holy Spirit of our elven clan, the esteemed Holy Son." ”

Burst!...... (To be continued......)