The aura of the Spirit King's peak hit, Hua Yuqiong frowned, her body shook, and she went to the other side. The moment she left, the breath fell where she had been, blasting the ground into a crater.

Seeing this, the old man immediately became sharp in his hands.

Without Hu Laishan's constant stumbling, those shrimp soldiers and crab generals couldn't get close to them, so he had to concentrate on dealing with He Shangqin.

And He Shangqin didn't have the help of Hu Laishan, and he, the peak of the Spirit King, was not the opponent of the middle stage of the Spirit Emperor, so he was hit by the old man and flew out.

Here, Zhan Long Hou looked at Zhang Tai, who was still standing in place and couldn't move, raised his eyebrows, and kindly gave him a few knives.

Just as he was about to kick him away, a heavy object flew from not far away, which hit the stage and pressed him to the ground. Zhang Tai left this bloody battle very aggrieved.

He Shangqin coughed lightly a few times, only to feel a pain in his body.

With difficulty, he raised his hand, wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and was about to get up when a sword pierced his heart.

He Shangqin's eyes widened, and he looked at the Battle Dragon Marquis holding the hilt of the sword in disbelief, and blood spilled from his mouth again.

As the long sword was drawn, blood suddenly spurted out of his heart, splashing Zhan Long Hou's body.

The Marquis of Zhan Long snorted coldly, and saw a few soldiers sneaking outside the Zhenguo Mansion and were about to open the door, but as soon as his hand touched the vermilion gate, three arrows pierced the hearts of the three people.

Zhan Long Hou looked at the fine red silk fluttering in the wind at the arrow feather, his eyes were stunned, and he subconsciously looked up.

Sure enough, I saw my own stinky boy sitting on the wall, holding the dragon pattern bow made of rosewood in his hand, and the three arrows on the string flew out quickly.

The bow body is roughly like a crescent moon, and the two ends are inlaid with purple spirit stones along the lines of the bow body, which is simple and simple. The bowstring is tight on the bow, which is both understated and solemn.

Cheng Yuqi saw that the Marquis of Zhan Long looked at him, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, and a bright smile floated.

Suddenly, he quickly pulled out an arrow from his archery suit behind his back, and placed it on the string with his wrench, which was made of horn bones. The arrow was aimed at the war dragon marquis, and as soon as the finger holding the silver string was loosened, the arrow flew towards the war dragon marquis.

Zhan Long Hou's face did not change, and he stood motionless.

The arrow flew past the ears of the Dragon Marquis with a sharp sound of breaking the sky.

I heard a muffled grunt from behind him, followed by a crisp thud, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Zhan Long Hou turned around and looked back, there was a corpse lying on the ground, and an arrow was stuck in the heart of the corpse.

It was the one who wanted to sneak up on him.

Zhan Long Hou glanced at the soldier on the ground lightly, a look of pride flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head and raised his voice to Cheng Yuqi with a look of disgust: "Archery has only grown so much, dare to show it!" ”

As he spoke, the sword in his hand stabbed to his side, and a muffled snort came from the side.

Zhan Long Hou glanced sideways at the person who wanted to sneak attack him, and snorted coldly. He drew his sword, and before the man could react, it swung at his neck.

Cheng Yuqi looked at the duplicitous Zhan Long Hou and smiled.

He took three arrows from his suit, drew the strings, and let go of the soldiers who rushed to the front, the arrows piercing the air with red silk and piercing the hearts of the men.