And Ji Yanbai's arrow finally fell.

The white arrow feathers pierced the stagnant space at the perfect time.

The best time is not the moment when Meng Qingyi and Jiang Qiyun are staggered, but before the staggering.

The time difference between them is probably only a little.

The wind blows through the sand, the raindrops on the soil, the eyelids blink, the snapping of the fingers.

In a short period of time, it can completely change a person's defense.

Everyone thinks that staggering is the best opportunity, but in fact it is the worst opportunity, and no one can imagine that someone can make a move before a stagger, and it is usually just the easy way to get it.

Most things in the world are like this, and the truth and people often agree on two different things.

Ji Yanbai is just the kind of person who grasps the truth and doesn't care about identity, because he has always talked little, and it also gives the arrow some decisive and direct power.

The arrows that can shoot through the brocade scale armor are naturally not ordinary materials, they are mixed with the white stone rock powder that has been polished for thirty-three days, and they are mixed with each arrow body and arrow, and there are only nineteen such arrows in the sky and on the ground, which have always been carefully collected by the widowed Ji Yanbai.

Now such an arrow is pointing at his back atrium, just because the two of them want to exchange and miss, his mind is to prevent She Yuxiang in front of him from suddenly making trouble, after all, on Meng Qing's neck, it is a quick knife that can cut the human body at any time;

Ji Yanbai was even more targeted, his eyes tightened!

Not only does it mean that he is fully focused on this exchange, but it also shows that the rest of the surroundings have become his blind spots.

Ji Yanbai made a move. Strike decisively. Leave no stone unturned.

I saw that Ji Yanbai's right hand holding the bow did not move, that was absolute stability, unless it was the great force that shook the mountain, it could break the absolute balance that belonged to Ji Yanbai.

The white of the broken flowers was spread on the arrows at random, and there was a point, in the center of the arrows.

Then, this point white broke all the obstacles that looked ahead, and went straight to the back atrium that he couldn't dodge.

Then only a sharp sound was heard in the darkness.

The only flaw is that the sound in the pitch black will not have much impact in the huge space, but when you reach this narrow underground corridor, it sounds a little harsh.

But everyone has faith in this arrow, because everyone who has seen it knows how fast it is. Sometimes, before the eye can be seen, the arrow has already been nailed to the target's body.

So even this small omission, I'm afraid it can't be counted.

The arrow came from the shadows, without the slightest brilliance, if it was really bright, it was simple and unpretentious in nature.

Except for a little white on the edge of the arrow, it was silently and gradually enlarged.

There were eight sharp notches in the edge, and when it pierced the flesh, the blood was not gurgling, but bursting.

Later, Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun were willing to rush to act with Ji Yanbai, and such a picture has never been a small reason.

Ji Yanbai's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and suddenly, it was different from Fang Cai's image of being alone and helpless.

The young man who holds the bow, like a general with a horizontal sword, seems to not give up an inch of land, and even if there are thousands of troops and horses, he is confident that he can shoot under the horse. And now, the general has also announced the charge, and the first to take the lead will be to kill the enemy's general under the horse.

At this moment, it was pitch black everywhere, and only the fast arrow wind wrinkled the time.