The drunkard's face was slightly pale, and there was a hint of remorse.

In the previous Qianli avoidance, he consumed a lot of mental power, but he didn't expect that the opponent was only using an ordinary feather arrow, although it was at least a hundred miles away, and it could shoot a feather arrow so far and shoot so accurately, it was already beyond normal logic and extremely terrifying, but after all, it was an ordinary arrow.

He was afraid of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, and he avoided the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, if he had known that it was just an ordinary feather arrow, where did he need to be so cautious?

Sang Sang looked at him quietly, without showing a look of sarcasm and ridicule, and said the other two numbers.

This time the numbers are new.

There was a loud roar, and an arrow pierced the night sky, piercing the drunkard's throat.

This arrow came faster than the previous one, because the person who shot the arrow was closer to the town. Between the two arrows, it was only a moment of breathing time, and the man ran wildly for a long distance.

He was only fifty miles away from the town.

......

......

The sound of thunder was transmitted directly to the town from dozens of miles away, if it was not known, it was a person running too fast, and the loud noise made by hitting the air, he would definitely think that the torrential rain that had just stopped here had moved dozens of miles away, and it was still a thunderstorm.

In the calligraphy and painting shop with dim lights in the town, Chao Xiaoshu looked calm, as if he didn't think about anything, Zhang San and Li Si glanced at each other, seeing the uneasiness in each other's eyes, but they didn't know what to do.

The big dark horse hidden in the night heard the rumbling. It became a little restless, and after raising its hooves several times, it tried to run out of town to meet it, but it stopped, because it found that the people were coming faster than itself!

Before the man arrived, the arrow arrived, and the arrow came first.

The rumbling thunder drowned out the sound of arrows breaking through the air.

With a slight snort, an arrow stabbed the drunkard in the throat.

This time, the drunkard saw it for real. Wave your sleeves. Then he rolled towards the feathered arrow, and with a soft hiss, a tear was made in the wide sleeve of the cyan scribe's robe, and the feathered arrow flew somewhere.

The power that comes from the feathered arrows. He judged. Ning Que was already very close to the town. It was only a few miles, but before he could react, the third arrow came again!

This feathered arrow is no faster than the first two. I can see it more clearly, but the clarity of the picture itself seems to have a sense of quality, and the rotating arrow clusters seem to tear apart the one encountered, and the trajectory is extremely smart!

The drunkard's left hand poked out of his sleeve and flicked his fingers, and a clear light was laid in front of him.

There was a muffled pop.

The feathered arrow, falling in front of him, fell into the sewage of the ground, like a slain swan, no longer with the agility it had been, lost all its life, and became extremely stiff.

The drunkard's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he felt the extraordinaryness of this feathered arrow.

Ning Que finally appeared.

He was standing on the other side of the town's long street.

His body was full of blood, congealed blood, wounds that had been re-ruptured by running, and new blood flowed out, old blood and new blood were mixed together, coupled with the wind and dust of the eight thousand miles, it looked very dirty, like a poor beggar who had been beaten countless times by his companions, just like Longqing in the past.

He came from thousands of miles away, two days and one night without sleep, without pranayama, regardless of the injury, he was already on the verge of collapse, but he held an iron bow in his hand, and looked at the drunkard, but he had a feeling that the mountain could not be shaken!

Looking at Ning Que like this, looking at the iron arrow on the iron bow, the drunkard's expression gradually darkened, his face became a little pale, and with a clear roar, the figure suddenly disappeared and went a hundred miles away.

The next moment, he returned from a hundred miles away, appeared in front of Sangsang, and pointed at her eyebrows.

The green lion who has been guarding Sangsang's side, his sideburns spread out like arrows, and an extremely wild lion roar resounded between the heavens and the earth, and the tiles flew in the dead and silent town!

A clear light spread out around the drunkard's body, and his fingers passed through the clear light, carrying the immeasurable vitality of heaven and earth, shattering countless sideburns and tiles like sharp arrows, and hitting the top of the green lion's head with extreme precision.

The green lion roared wildly, and he didn't know how much Buddha's breath condensed Vajra killing intent erupted from his lips, but just like those sideburns and tiles, he couldn't stop the drunkard's finger!

With a roar of rage, the green lion splattered blood and retreated.

Sang Sang's wrist flipped, the abacus instantly scattered, and dozens of abacus beads sneered through the air and flew away, all passing through the clear light, and falling on the drunkard's chest, making a series of dense popping sounds.

The drunkard's lips were bleeding, but his feet were still like electricity, and he continued to point at her eyebrows, determined to kill her, and even the talisman written by the abacus began to spread the talisman, and he ignored it!

The finger has not arrived, the meaning has arrived, and it is difficult to imagine the amount of heaven and earth vitality, along the drunkard's finger, stabbing towards ...... No, it should be to the center of Sangsang's eyebrows!

This time, he didn't even use the sword in the pot!

Sang Sang's face turned extremely pale, if it was before, she only needed to look at such a fighting attack, she could deal with it, but now, she needed the help of others.

The blood, pouring from the corners of her eyes, looked particularly terrifying.

The drunkard continued to move forward, and in just a moment, he could destroy Sangsang under his fingers.

Unfortunately, he was still short of a moment after all.

Because Ning Que's arrow arrived, this time, it was not an ordinary feather arrow, but an iron arrow.

The drunkards retreated, retreated, and retreated for hundreds of miles.

And then he came back.

He looked at the wound left by the iron arrow on his left shoulder, looked at the blood dripping to the ground and pooling into the sewage, and was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at Ning Que, who was already standing beside Sangsang.

He was at this end of the street, dozens of feet away from the ruins of the wine store, and very close to the calligraphy and painting shop.

At that moment, he decided to kill Sang Sang because Ning Que's iron arrow was very troublesome, but now he couldn't succeed, and he didn't have any anxious look, because he had to be calm.

Only by being absolutely calm can you avoid Ning Que's iron arrows.

He reached out and dusted his right shoulder, as if dust, and dropped the blood to the ground.

Ning Que's iron arrow is here again.

Before the iron arrow left the string, the drunkard had already sensed the movement of Ning Que's fingers in the next moment, and he moved in advance.

There was a muffled buzz.

There is a clear arrow path on the long street, and the newly condensed water vapor is not clear in the night long street full of rain and breeze, reflecting the faint light in the calligraphy and painting shop, giving people a strange feeling.

The drunkard returned to the street, untied the wine jug at his waist, handed it to his lips and took a few sips, ignoring the wine syrup dripping all over his body, and then he quietly looked at Ning Que and slowly pulled out a sharp sword from the pot.

The Iron Arrow is here again.

He avoided it again.

He came back again.

He looked at the quiver behind Ning Que and asked a very important question.

"How many arrows do you have?"

Ning Que didn't answer his question, and his face, which was covered with dirt and blood, was calm and amazing.

This is not Chang'an City, he can't borrow the majestic power of the Amazing God Array, and Sang Sang can't give him endless Haotian Shenhui support like he did back then.

There is no legacy of the division commander, no enlightenment from Haotian, only himself.

The drunkard didn't expect to hear an answer, he knew that Ning Que only had one iron arrow left, and victory was just around the corner.

The most important thing is that he has confirmed that Ning Que's arrow can't hit him at all.

Ning Que continued to send arrows, ordinary feather arrows.

In the town, there was a terrible sound of feather arrows breaking through the air, and the sound of arrows was so dense that it seemed that there was no place to break it.

Whoosh!

Snort!

Puff puff!

The feathered arrows left the bowstring and shot at the drunkards with terrifying speed and accuracy, tearing through the air, tearing through the night, countless shadows of arrows, and even illuminating the dim town.

In the shadow of the arrow, the wind and the arrows roared, and the drunkard's body was like a charm, and his sleeves were like a dance.

No matter how fast Ning Que's arrow is, no matter how accurate it is, it just can't hit him.

Because he's really too fast.

......

......

The streets are quiet.

There are arrows everywhere.

In the broken eaves of the pawnshop, arrows are stuck diagonally.

In the stone steps of the rice shop, arrows are deeply inserted.

On the bluestone slab, feathered arrows shot out spiderweb-like cracks.

Being able to shoot into hard stones, you can imagine what kind of Cheng Cheng Ning Que's arrow path is now domineering.

Such an arrow still did not kill the drunkard.

Ning Que maintained the posture of holding the bow, silently aiming at the drunkard, without loosening the strings, his arms trembling slightly because of the previous series of shots.

In the quiver behind him, there were only a few ordinary feather arrows and one iron arrow left.

The drunkard looked at him expressionlessly and said, "If you have the ability, you will shoot me." ”

Ning Que didn't speak, because he really couldn't shoot him.

Because of his silence, the drunkard laughed, and there was a lot of mockery and disdain in his smile: "You shoot." ”

Ning Que didn't shoot, and he didn't put down the iron bow.

He's waiting.

He was waiting for the moment when the drunkard couldn't go back and forth.

The drunkard stood in front of the calligraphy and painting shop, and the dim light in the shop, through the window paper, fell on his face, a little mottled, looking like the leaves of the trees that had not left the tips in autumn, but had been soaked by the autumn rain for several days.

Suddenly, a powerful formation emerged from the mottled light and shadow on his face.

......

......

(There are no three things today, just one, maoni1118, the lottery of a letter public account, will officially start tomorrow, welcome everyone to pay attention, well, the prize will be announced tomorrow, it should be good...... Of course, it's a pity that I didn't find a sponsor, so let's do it myself and cry blood to announce it to the world. Oh, by the way, the drunkard will be killed tomorrow, and everyone will be relieved of the ending, of course, it was thought about three years ago. ）

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut will be the night, this chapter is the sixth volume suddenly one hundred and eighteenth chapter of a sword (above) address is