"Ande bends his bow like a bright moon, and the fast arrow blows down the West Feipeng. This is a verse that later generations described the climax of archery.

This arrow came from ten miles away, but it was as bright as a meteor. The arrows came in a hurry, and the sound of breaking through the air was extremely loud, like the howl of a wind wolf. The general martial arts masters in the Central Plains are rarely familiar with archery, and although the Hun warriors are proficient in archery, they have no strong internal force, and the arrows are difficult to reach. The sound of this arrow breaking through the air was so loud that it almost roared, and I have never seen anyone in my life have such power.

The arrow was almost touching my face.

The target is Uvro.

The arrow did not shoot at Furo head-on, but turned in a circle and circled behind him before delivering the fatal blow.

Huvro stretched out his big hands like golden stones.

He wears a brocade robe with wide cuffs. When he saw the arrow coming, he waved his sleeve and rolled it again, and then rolled it again, and rolled it three times...... Like a spring breeze dancing willows. The wide sleeves woven from the linen cloth became extremely soft in an instant. It's like the white cloud that hovers in the sky on a clear day.

Soft and unfathomable.

The clothes were torn, and the cuffs were tattered between the arrows. And the arrow that came with a sharp sound was exhausted in such a gentle lingering, and its murderous aura, killing intent, and killing god all disappeared in a flicker, turning into an ordinary iron arrow. Bleak, dark and humblely depraved.

It's like a love affair between a man and a woman.

Although the arrow has been shot down, what about the person who shoots the arrow?

People are still there.

A white shadow came ten miles away, and she didn't seem to be running, but like she was stepping on auspicious clouds. Like a cloud.

She finally stopped.

When I saw her true face, I was so shocked that my whole body began to stiffen. The first reaction turned out to be to smear the soles of your feet with oil, how far you can run, how far you can run.

She is the second biggest demon of the Huns - Murong Bi!

That day I slapped her and knocked her down in the water of the Yellow River, and she didn't die. Are you here today to seek revenge on me?

Fortunately, the arrow was aimed at Yuvro, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to stop it.

Yu Fuluo's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Murong Bi?"

Murong Bi stood up proudly and said, "Not bad." You have pressed me on the list of the four devils for too long, and it is time to settle the old accounts today. ”

Yu Furo snorted coldly: "You have to help them today?"

"I am a Xianbei man, and that is my king. Murong Bi said coldly. When she spoke, her eyes swept over me, intentionally or unintentionally, and I shuddered.

"Make a move. Murong Bi pulled out a soft sword from his waist, shook it in the wind, and the sword stood straight. She stared intently at the sword, as if it contained thousands of ghosts, and the murderous aura rose to the sky.

"Okay, I've wanted to fight you too. Huvro took a long breath.

Murong Bi was not verbose, she scurried forward in the snowflakes, and at that moment, the snowflakes were all still, only a woman was as cold as ice and snow, and she raised her sword and pointed directly at the person in front of her.

Yu Fuluo's face was serious, his hands were round in front of him like a bright moon, and he forcibly suppressed the murderous sword. Murong Bi's body trembled, and his white clothes shook violently as if they had been struck by an electric current. But as her body trembled, an earth-shattering sword intent reached the sky.

The sword intent was slaughtered, struggling to kill the person in front of him.

Juvro trembled, as if what was in front of him was not a sword, but a beast of desolation, about to break through the barrier and devour him.

The snow was still falling, and it seemed to be heavier than it had just been. But the snowflake fell very slowly, delicately perceiving the attraction of the earth, and became a docile flower in front of the two of them, resting on their heads, shoulders, and hands.

Murong Bi's sword was handed over to his left hand, and his right hand slapped the hilt of the sword, and the sword qi rolled up the bead curtain!

This sword, which broke through the world, seemed to be just a sword qi, but it was more than ten zhang long, and it exploded around it, startling several piles of snowstorms.

Yu Fuluo was afraid of the power of this sword, and unconsciously retreated ten zhang, while Murong Bi floated gently, and the tip of the sword spat wildly, like a silver snake dancing wildly, and the momentum was compelling.

And just when the sword qi rolled the bead curtain, and a sword was about to touch Yu Fuluo's body, Yu Fuluo's pupils suddenly shone brightly, like the sunlight behind the dark clouds, shining. He snorted, arched into a ring of infinite palms, pressed the heavens and the earth into a line, and his hands were forced together!

There was a crisp snap, and the empty air was like hard metal, crushed by these fleshy palms, and closed on the sword body.

The sword, however, was not as fragile as air, and roared wildly in the palm of Riffro's hand. Murong Bi's face remained unchanged, urging his true qi, and he actually made a "zizi" sound, and the sword seemed to suddenly become hot, evaporating the nearby snowflakes. The snowflakes turned into droplets and fell to the ground crystal clear.

In the creepy sound of gold and stone rubbing, the seemingly incomparably soft long sword slammed forward an inch!

Huvro still had his head bowed, and the sleeves of his arms were torn apart, leaving only his bare arms at this point. The arm was still firm, and there was no longer the trembling it had just had.

But after a few moments, the skin on his hands began to crack inch by inch, like the scales of a fish cocked. How can the dried fish in the pond survive without water?

There was not the slightest panic in his eyes, although the long sword was still close to his heart inch by inch. This tall man suddenly spit out a word in a particularly gentle voice:

"Water!"

With this sound, his arms suddenly became as gentle as water, and as fluttering as the wind. To the east of the great river, it is the water of fate, to the stormy waves, it is the water of wrath, and in the deep sea, it is the water of tranquility......

And this pool of water is more gentle than a stream flowing.

The extremely powerful sword suddenly met gentleness and had to rest on the way.

Gentleness is the most murderous weapon!

He didn't say a word, but his eyes were suddenly full of violence, and he suddenly screamed, and the violence was unstoppable, and he poured out in all directions.

He had never drawn a sword, but he had endless killing intent.

He has a sword that stabs me.

This is the strongest sword I have ever seen since I went down the mountain, and it is a sword condensed into the life, spirit, and belief of Yu Fuluo's whole person. But the strange thing is that he chose the wrong target with this sword, and instead of killing Murong Bi, he came towards me.

I was watching the battle from the sidelines, but a catastrophe flew in, of course I tried my best to return the sword, but this knife is also a sword!

However, after all, it came a little late.

Yu Fuluo's sword qi was too sharp and swift, and it passed through my broadsword, broke through my protective true qi, and pierced into my heart. I looked at the gaping hole in my chest in disbelief, and felt like my life was gone with this sword.

Blood dripped on the snow-white grass, and I fell to my knees.

At this time, I could only hear a woman's mournful cry in my ear: "King!"