Feng Shui takes turns, before it was Feng Jing's arrow rain that shot Chun Yu Jing Yao, and now the other way around, Chun Yu Jing Yao shot Feng Jing with a bow and arrow.

The bronze bow is not a mortal thing, don't look small, and the grade does not exceed level seven, but it is powerful, and there are several rune formations engraved on the bow, which has a strengthening effect on the arrows.

The power of the three feather arrows shot was not lower than level seven, and the amount was not as strong as the fighting spirit that Chun Yu Jing Yao had just slashed, but the lethality was not low at all.

The wind shield that Feng Jing hurriedly released could not block this level of attack, but only slightly hindered the speed of the next three beaded feather arrows, and the wind blade and wind tornado were all medium and low-level magic that could not defeat the feather arrows, just like blowing a gust of wind, but it did not affect the progress of the arrows in the slightest.

Fortunately, Feng Jing was in a hurry, and lowered the magic output of the Aerial Technique, and the whole person suddenly fell to the ground, and it was about six or seven meters short before stopping.

The cold sweat on his forehead didn't have time to wipe it, Chun Yu Jingyao had already shot again, this time, it was no longer three consecutive beads, but a higher level of archery, and there were only two feather arrows left in the quiver containing ten feather arrows, after the shot, Chun Yu Jingyao took out a pot of arrows again, this time the number of feather arrows in the pot was not only ten, but twenty.

This time, the feathered arrow no longer flew in a straight line, but in the shape of a wild goose, locking five directions from top to bottom, approaching a range of five meters.

In the face of such an attack, it was too late for Feng Jing to fly up, so he had to fall a few meters down again, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Next, Chun Yu Jingyao did not improve the power of the archery technique again, it was still five consecutive beads, but he did not wait for the results of the last attack to come out and shoot, Feng Jing was forced to drop a few meters again, and the second round of five consecutive beads arrived next, and he had no choice but to land again.

Chun Yu Jingyao's purpose was clearly not to shoot Feng Jing in the air, but to force him down, when the newly taken out pot of feather arrows was exhausted, Feng Jing was less than ten meters above the ground, and the remaining two feather arrows in the first pot were shot out twice, and the target was also not Feng Jing's body, but just locked the space for him to rise.

Feng Jing didn't dare to bet on whether it was the speed of his aerial technique rising fast, or the fast feather arrows shot by Chun Yu Jingyao, so he could only wait at the original height, at this time, Chun Yu Jingyao had already rushed over to this side, and at some point another pot of arrows appeared behind him, and the number of feather arrows should be thirty.

While running, he kept shooting feather arrows, locking Feng Jing's opportunity to take off, and Feng Jing had to land at a height again to avoid one or two of the feather arrows, and when Chun Yu Jing Yao rushed in front of him, there were only four or five meters left from the ground, this kind of height, for a seventh-level warrior, it was not much different from the ground.

"Admit defeat!" Chun Yu Jingyao bent his bow and arrow again, pointing at Feng Jing, the distance in a straight line was less than ten meters, and an arrow was shot, and it would never take more than a second to hit the target.

Feng Jing felt that he was locked by a breath of qi, and as long as he dared to make any move, that arrow would definitely shoot at him. He didn't dare to make any moves, but he didn't want to admit defeat, just looked at Chun Yu Jingyao in silence.

If Feng Wan looked at him like this, Chun Yu Jingyao would definitely be very happy, but it was a bit awkward to be stared at by a big man in Feng Jing, but in this way, it would not be good to really shoot Feng Jing's arrow.

"Don't stop talking, don't admit defeat, I'm really going to give it away. Chun Yu Jingyao had no choice but to threaten, his right hand was let go, leaving only two fingers to grasp Ling Yu tightly, it seemed that he wanted to let go but had no intention of shooting this arrow, and at the same time he was moving towards Feng Jing, once he got close, he would take him down with lightning speed, so as not to hurt Feng Jing, so as not to hurt the harmony between them and Shaoyang.

It was impossible for Feng Jing to not see Chun Yu Jingyao's movements, but in the face of the threat of the bow and arrow, he still didn't dare to act rashly, and saw Chun Yu Jingyao come to a place less than three meters in front of him.

"Offended. Chun Yu Jingyao said apologetically, the arrow in his hand shot out, locking the direction of Feng Jing's vacancy, and the whole person jumped up and smashed at Feng Jing with a bronze bow.

Before the bronze bow fell on Feng Jing's body, Chun Yu Jingyao saw a strange smile on Feng Jing's face, and spit out four words in his mouth, "Hell Whirlwind"

Then, without giving Chun Yu Jingyao any time to react, he felt his body being pulled by a huge force and surrounded Feng Jing.

Not only is Chun Yu Jing Yao circling, but Feng Jing is actually circling in circles.

The advanced high-level magic of the tornado, the hell whirlwind was released directly around him, falling into the core of the whirlwind, and the strongest wind was that even Chun Yu Jingyao, a seventh-level warrior, could not escape, and the two people were swept by the whirlwind, spinning in the air non-stop.

"Why bother?" Shaoyang looked at the two of them who were spinning around in the whirlwind and smiled bitterly, unable to understand Feng Jing's thoughts.

The Hell Whirlwind is not a pure attack magic, and its power is not as good as that of the seventh-level wind arrow, that is the damage caused by that suction is not low, although there is no worry about life, and the destruction is not light, in comparison, Chun Yu Jingyao is a warrior, and he looks embarrassed, but the real situation is much better than Feng Jing.

It is reasonable to lose 800 self-damage and injure 1,000 enemies, but now that you have lost 1,000 yourself, you don't know if there are 100 injured enemies, in Shaoyang's opinion, it is not worth it at all.

Seventh-level magic, the whirlwind of hell lasted for a long time, seeing that the two people in the whirlwind were not in danger, the host teacher did not have any idea of interrupting, just waiting for it to stop on its own, the audience had never seen a magician play like this, the magic trapped himself and his opponent, but he was not dissatisfied, but he was very happy to watch.

When the power of the whirlwind gradually weakened, without waiting for it to stop, Chun Yu Jingyao broke free from it first, and when he was just trapped, he was indeed a little flustered, and when he found that there was no danger, he went with the flow, not to struggle and resist, but it was easier than struggling to die, and when he noticed the change in suction, he rushed out in one go.

Feng Jing is even more miserable, in this situation, the magician can do even less, can only wait for the whirlwind to completely stop, before falling from the sky, not even able to land smoothly, a butt fell to the ground, without a face to land on the ground is already lucky.

Even so, the buttocks hurt from falling, as if they didn't belong to themselves, and the face was full of painful expressions, which made Feng Wan in the lounge very worried, and ran outside to the ring in anticipation, Shaoyang and the others had to follow, it was impossible to get into the ring, the competition was not over yet, as soon as he got close to the ring, he was stopped by the guards around him, and it was already an extrajudicial favor if he didn't drive him away.

The current situation is that Chun Yu Jingyao and Feng Jing are both fine, there is no decision on the winner, the two are very close, Chun Yu Jingyao walked a few steps and came to Feng Jing, did not attack, but stretched out a hand to Feng Jing.

"Are you alright?" the sincere look on his face didn't look like a fake.

"It's okay, I lost. Feng Jing stood up with Chun Yu Jingyao's hand.