The pure white figure walked briskly towards Charlotte as if walking, and the black shadow beside it, the cold light through the mask of the wolf spirit, stared at Charlotte tightly, and let out a mad laugh.

Charlotte tightened the bandage before the wound to prevent excessive bleeding. After standing up, he shrugged his right shoulder, and there was a clicking sound between his bones, and the numbness and pain subsided a lot.

And his eyes were always fixed on the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit in front of him.

"Sheep, he's not afraid of you?" the wolf spirit scoffed.

"Dear wolf, nothing. The bowstring in the sheep spirit's hand was caught with another arrow at some point.

"Haha, nothing!" he laughed out loud.

To Charlotte's ears, the dialogue between the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit was like an accent twister node, difficult to understand and understand. But even if she didn't understand, Charlotte understood what Qianjue wanted to do.

It will reap Charlotte's life.

The arrow loosened in his hand, and once again turned into a blue-white afterimage, pointing straight at his heart. And Charlotte, who was staring ahead, flashed sideways of his body, and the arrow swept against his chest, bringing a gust of killing wind, and finally nailed to the trunk of the tree behind Charlotte, swaying, turning into a point of light and disappearing.

(Could it be a magic arrow?)

Charlotte glanced at the trunk of the tree behind her out of the corner of her eye, and guessed when she saw the arrow that suddenly disappeared. He remembered that Confucius had read him books on the West Pole Continent before, and that ordinary magic used the power of the soul to condense successfully, and after concentrating on the target, it would dissipate into the air due to lack of cohesion. The arrows shot by Qianjue are somewhat similar to the magic of the West Pole Continent.

If it's really a magic arrow, it's a problem.

Because magic is different from real bows and arrows, it does not need to be aimed at much, it can be accurately landed on the target anytime and anywhere, and the effect of hitting the target will also vary depending on the magic.

But Charlotte in front of him was unable to verify whether this was true, and the sheep spirit jumped up slightly, as if in a beautiful dance, it loosened the taut bowstring from the air, and several arrows shot at Charlotte's heart.

Charlotte's figure quickly swept over a large tree, using its trunk as a cover to block several incoming arrows. Just as he was secretly relieved, a white figure appeared on his side at some point, and three arrows fell on him silently.

At the last moment, Charlotte forcibly twisted her body, and one arrow passed by, and the other two arrows landed on Charlotte's shoulder and thigh, respectively. A tearing pain welled up in her mind, and the feeling of pain caused Charlotte to want to scream loudly.

"Blood, I smell blood!" the wolf spirit's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Xingyunbu used all his strength to hide behind a large tree, and several arrows followed and landed on the trunk. After entering the blind spot of Qianjue's shooting, Xia Luo immediately took out a bottle of healing potion from his waist, twisted the bottle and sprinkled it on the wound that was constantly bleeding.

In the next second, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadow of the sheep spirit behind him, and it appeared silently behind Charlotte, releasing the bowstring again. He immediately threw the empty bottle in his hand, clutched his long sword and rushed out of the grass in front of him, and his figure flashed into the grass.

Whoosh. Arrows shoot from the bowstrings of the sheep spirits.

Then, the moment the arrow fell into the grass, the dark red figure rushed out of another grass, like a cannonball, and swept in the direction of the sheep spirit. The long sword in Charlotte's hand turned into a cold light and swung towards the sheep spirit.

Qian Jue jumped lightly, dodged the blade of the sword, and tapped the tip of the long sword on his toes, elegantly avoiding this deadly cold light. The sheep spirit, who was dodging in the air, pulled out the bow and arrow in his hand at the same time, and pointed steadily at the location of Charlotte's mark.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Charlotte immediately pulled out the dagger from his waist with his left hand.

"Stab!" he roared, and the dagger glowing with cold light turned into an afterimage and pointed directly at the sheep spirit.

"Hah, Daring Nought!" the wolf spirit scoffed, but Charlotte couldn't understand what it was saying.

Qian Jue's bowstring was released at the same time, and with a whoosh, the blue-white arrows collided with the afterimage of the cold light in the air at the same time, erupting into a piercing sound that echoed in this forest.

The dagger landed vertically, stuck in the soft earth, and the arrow fell to the ground, turning into a point of light and disappearing.

"I mean, you're not from this world, are you?!" shouted Charlotte, trying to distract the other and answer the questions in her mind.

"The world, sheep, he said the world!haha!" the wolf spirit laughed wildly in the air.

"Yes, dear wolf. The sheep spirit let out a pleasant laughter, and then the awkward syllables reached Charlotte's ears.

Damn it.

I don't understand!

Charlotte was helpless, the other party's body was getting faster and faster, and he was not distracted by his words at all. After he adjusted his posture, the figure rushed to Qian Jue again and waved the long sword in his hand.

The flowing water sword technique was used with all its might, and the cold light emitted by the blade drew an extremely natural arc in the air, swinging at the sheep spirit in front of him at a tricky angle. Although it is said that Xia Luo himself is no longer able to control the elements, and the power of the flowing water sword technique has been greatly reduced, this sword technique is the only sword technique that Xia Luo has cultivated to the extreme, and even if he does not rely on the elements, he can exert amazing power.

The speed of the blade became faster and faster, and the cold light slashed several extremely natural sword flowers in the air. Cold sweat broke out on Charlotte's forehead, her strength was rapidly decreasing, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain of the wound being cracked, and gradually increased the speed of her long sword swing. However, no matter how fast the blade of the sword was, the dance steps of the sheep spirit could always dodge the Charlotte sword, and all the sword flowers were missed.

And under the stormy sword flower, the sheep spirit pulled the bowstring as easily as a walk.

But this time, it had a total of sixteen arrows on the bowstring at the same time.

"Is it the Dance of Arrows?!" Xia Luo was shocked in his heart, because he was quite familiar with Qian Jue, he immediately knew the skill that the sheep spirit wanted to launch.

However, according to his memory, in the game, Qian Jue used the 'Dance of Random Arrows' to shoot up to three arrows at the same time. But the bowstring in the hand of the sheep spirit in front of him was full of dense bows and arrows.

Exercise.

There's a limit to cheating!

Just before the sheep spirit was about to release the bowstring, the cold light of the blade swept across the trunk of the tree beside him, cutting a smooth slash mark. The trunk of the tree that had been cut in half then fell, falling between Xia Luo and Qian Jue, and then Xia Luo's figure jumped up and hid behind the falling tree trunk.

Whoosh... The sound of countless arrows piercing the air fell like a storm on the trunk of a falling tree.

Behind the trunk of the tree, Charlotte stabbed out his long sword and stuck it in the trunk, using the sword as a support point, holding the hilt of the sword and falling to the ground at the same time as the trunk, splashing dust that covered his eyes.

Half a moment later, the dust gradually disappeared, and the two pairs of eyes that emitted a cold light lit up like candles in the night. Yang Ling looked at the tree trunk that fell to the ground and was shot into a honeycomb, as well as Xia Luo, who had disappeared, and the cold light in his eyes loomed through the mask, and he couldn't tell what Qian Jue was thinking at this time.

"Dear wolf, fearlessness and pain are everywhere for you. The sheep spirit plucked the bowstring in his hand, "I hope for the dead." ”

"Hah, sheep, fearlessness is boredom. The pitch-black wolf turned into a shadow, and while surrounding the sheep spirit, he grunted in his throat and said, "I'm hungry, I'm going to hunt." ”

Yang Ling smiled softly, like the most beautiful bell in the world.

"Dear wolf, prey awaits you. ”

As soon as the words fell, the wolf spirit seemed to be recognized, and the loud thunder roared, and the dark shadow turned into a sharp arrow, chasing the direction of Charlotte's escape at a terrifying speed.