Bhutto said loudly: "I didn't lose, I am the real number one in the world, no one can beat me." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" shouted to Qingyu: "I want to compete with you in the 'Arrow of Life and Death', do you dare to accept it?"

Li Qi said: "The arrow of life and death is to determine the meaning of life and death with arrows, ten arrows per person, and the arrow is fired at the other party, whether it is life or death depends on the destiny of personal archery, I don't know if Yu Gongzi dares to try it?"

Don't know that Qingyu's martial arts are strong and agile, and he is not known how many times stronger than Bhutto, who can only shoot arrows, if he is more than the arrow of life and death, Bhutto will lose, Xixia not only loses a sharpshooter, but also loses his face even more, so he stood up and said: "I think forget it, there are still two competitions, why fight for life and death in this game." ”

Bhutto roared: "No, this is my competition, I must win, and no one will be allowed to beat me." He knelt on the ground and said, "Please be gracious." ”

Li Yanshou said: "I don't know what Yu Gongzi wants?"

Qingyu said: "The guest is as you please, I accept it." ”

Li Yanshou said: "Okay, ten arrows each, and the distance is self-determined." ”

Bhutto said: "I limit myself to fifty steps. ”

Qingyu said: "I am willing." ”

Meng Ge said to Qing Yu: "You will definitely win if your archery skills are so good, but do you really want to kill Bhutto?"

Qing Yu said: "You don't want me to kill him?" Meng Ge nodded, and Qing Yu said, "I promise you." ”

Li Yanting said angrily: "Little sister, how can you grow the morale of others to destroy your own prestige, Bhutto will definitely win." Meng Ge didn't fight with him, but he really didn't know the bottom of his own heart.

The two stood fifty paces apart, and Bhutto said: "You can block, you can avoid, you can fight back, this is a game of life and death, any move can be used, I will not show mercy to your subordinates." "Let's raise a bow and an arrow and aim at Qingyu.

Everyone knew that the strength of the two of them was extremely powerful, and if they missed their bodies, it would not be a joke, and they all avoided a hundred steps away. Bingchen is not afraid, he always stands behind Qingyu, he is a killer, when he is quiet, he is as straight as a stubborn stone, even if he stands in front of others, it is difficult to attract the attention of others.

Qingyu turned around and said, "Bingchen, I'll shoot down all the arrows he shoots later, don't let him hurt anyone." Bingchen didn't answer, nodding and holding his sword.

The "arrow of life and death" is extremely critical to shoot the first arrow, and whoever shoots the arrow first can force the opponent to be busy resisting and dodging, and there is no room for counterattack. The battle between life and death was unyielding, and Bhutto's bow was full of strength, and with a gentle release, an arrow feather was wound again between his reaches. The distance of fifty steps is almost no distance for the galloping feather arrow, and it will come in a flash, but Qingyu has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and her eyes are so sharp, no matter how close the distance is, no matter how fast the speed is, it will take time. Seeing that the feather arrow was not bad, Qing Yu shot straight at the center of her eyebrows, sneered and turned to the side, letting the feather arrow fly past her ears. Ice dust choked out the sword, and the cold light flashed and the feather arrow fell to the ground.

Everyone couldn't help but shout "It's dangerous". Meng Ge shouted: "I knew you couldn't do it, haha, come on." Everyone turned their heads to look at her together, Meng Ge's face turned red and he hurriedly hid behind Li Yanting and grimaced at everyone.

Bhutto panicked when an arrow was not in the center, for fear that Qingyu would fight back, so he shot another arrow without saying a word. Qingyu saw that the arrow shot at her left eye, and said in her heart, the next arrow will shoot me regularly. Sneered and pretended not to know, and dodged to the right. And sure enough, the third arrow followed, and he had eyes. The jade head was raised back, allowing the arrow to fly over the top of her forehead. Before he could stand up, he heard a strong wind, but the fourth was shot at his chest, so he did not change his posture, and continued to bend backwards, and before this arrow had flown over, the fifth and sixth arrows shot themselves to take his navel, and it was a series of arrows. Qingyu secretly shouted "what a fast arrow", and her body fell backwards at the same time, and the sixth arrow flew over her waist with her waist, which was really dangerous. Ice Dust's sword is like a bolt of lightning, no matter how fast the opponent's sword comes, it always hits the ground with one blow.

Qingyu was lying back, her hands had not yet gotten up, but she heard the screaming sound, and when she listened carefully, the sound of the two feather arrows was mixed together, one left and one right, one up and down, shooting in a pinch, the angle was extremely tricky, and any Qingyu would be shot on either side. In the midst of the busyness, Qingyu's body stood up suddenly, she exhaled a long breath on one side of her body, her chest and abdomen collapsed together, her clothes were tightly attached to her body, and the whole person seemed to have lost weight in an instant, just placed in the gap formed by the two feather arrows. With a hissing sound, two feathered arrows flew close to him, leaving a long cut in the front and back clothes, but did not hurt the flesh and skin.

Everyone could no longer suppress the surprise in their hearts, and was about to exclaim loudly, but saw another arrow shooting. As soon as Qingyu turned around, the arrow had already arrived in front of him, but it was only three feet away, straight to the center of his eyebrows. This arrow can be said to be carefully calculated by Bhutto to an extreme, seeing that Qingyu can't dodge it no matter what, it's still too late for Bingchen to rush forward in shock. But seeing that Qingyu's arm suddenly raised, he grabbed the arrow tightly, and the tip of the arrow had already touched the flesh. Everyone only felt the cold sweat of the vest, followed by thunderous cheers, and they no longer cared whether he was friend or foe, and they were all shocked and impressed by his courage in the face of danger and death.

Without waiting for the cheers of the crowd to subside, Bhutto shouted violently, jumped up and shot an arrow in the air at Qingyu, which was his last arrow, concentrating all his spirit and strength to fight to the death. Seeing him leap up, Qingyu hurriedly turned around and at the same time raised his bow and arrows, and when he turned around, he was already full of bows, and with a whoosh flew out almost at the same time as Bhutto's arrow. The two arrows screeched in the air, and the arrows rubbed past, giving birth to a string of sparks, and the body of the arrow shook slightly and flew forward. Both of them fell to the ground without moving, or having no time to move. The arrow flew from the side of his sideburns, and Qingyu was unharmed, but there was a bloody wound between Bhutto's sideburns, probably because of the thickness of his head.

Bingchen swung his sword and shot down the tenth feather arrow, saying, "Your arrow is finished, it's time for our young master." ”

Meng Ge said to Qingyu: "Don't kill him, okay? ”

Qingyu replied, "Didn't I promise you earlier?"

Bhutto's face turned pale, and he suddenly raised his bow and shouted: "Come on, shoot me, I don't need other people's pity, I can take it." ”

Qingyu took out nine arrows from the quiver, put them flat in her hand, and suddenly held them hard, and the nine arrows broke together, and said, "One arrow is enough." He picked it up and touched the arrow and smiled, "It's pretty sharp." Suddenly, he quickly drew his bow with an arrow, and with a whoosh, shot straight at Bhutto's left chest. Bhutto's eyes were fixed on the arrow, and he shouted and swung out with a hard bow in his hand, but finally he took a step slower, and with a rub, the arrow and the bow passed by, hitting Bhutto's heart.

Everyone sighed, knowing that a generation of sharpshooters had passed away. Meng Ge hurriedly said: "You promised me not to kill him, you don't mean what you say." ”

Qingyu ignored it and said to Li Qi: "But I won this game." ”

Li Qi nodded lightly but did not speak, Bhutto's eyes widened, his mouth opened a few times and shouted to pull out the arrow, everyone couldn't bear to look and turned their heads, Meng Ge had the courage to sneak a look, and shouted in surprise: "Bhitto will not die, that arrow has no arrow." The crowd hurriedly turned their heads, and when they saw that there were no arrows, Bhutto was wounded in his left chest but only a small amount of blood was shed. Meng Ge said, "Thank you. ”

Bhutto shouted: "I will never be the second archer in the world, I am the first in the world." Holding the arrow in both hands and stabbing back with all his might, it was not halfway in with a pop, and then pierced through it with force, and the blood trickled out and he died instantly.

Qingyu secretly praised: "What a strong man." "It's a pity that the two of them have to be divided today, if it is on weekdays, Qingyu would rather let him win.

Li Yanshou sighed and ordered Bhutto to be carried down for a thick burial, and the competition continued.