Dongfang Qingyang, holding a long bow in his hand and looking confident, gave Mao'er a cold look and walked towards the training ground...
There is unconcealable confidence on her face. This is her world on the archery field, her world of Dongfang Qingyang. Great Literature
The shooting range of the archery target is one hundred and twenty meters, which is quite far. In terms of arm strength, bowl strength, and finger strength, this kind of shooting range is definitely harsh for women. Men are about the same, but this distance is
Dongfang Qingyang has decided that even if the people of Qiyue Kingdom are angry, they cannot fight against the cat, knock out their teeth and swallow blood, they cannot afford to lose and lose face!
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The drums were thunderous and loud.
The people of Baiyu Kingdom are full of hope, while the citizens of Qiyue Kingdom are speculating on hope.
The atmosphere on the field became tense instantly. Dongfang Qingyang came on the stage holding a longbow in his hand, wearing a black outfit, with a sharp and confident light in his eyes.
With the sound of "game begins".
Dongfang Qingyang slowly raised the bow and arrow, bent his left arm, straightened his right arm, and suddenly cast a contemptuous glance at Mao'er. He actually placed three feather arrows on the arrows at the same time. She wanted to shoot three with one arrow...
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What a strong confidence.
The whole place was silent, except for the thunderous drums that were beating again and again. Dongfang Qingyang drew his long bow, put on the bow and arrow, and aimed at the target with the vibration of the drums...
"Dong, dong dong...!"
"Dong dong dong...!"
“Dong dong dong dong…!”
As the vibration of the drum became more intense, the cold and stern look in Dongfang Qingyang's eyes became more intense. Her hand pulled up the bow and arrow tightly, and the veins on the back of her hand stretched...
The sound of the drums increased, getting louder and more intense, beating the drums, one after another...
Just as the last drum sound of "dong" fell, Dongfang Qingyang's feather arrows were shot decisively with the force of thunder, "swish, swish"...
Cutting through the air, passing through the sky, shooting straight at the opposite target...
The feather arrow fell, Dongfang Qingyang's hand retracted, the corner of her mouth raised a cold arc, and she murmured at the corner of her mouth, "Full hit!"
Sure enough, in less than a second, the voice of the guard next to the archery target came back, "All three arrows from Princess Qingyang of the White Feather Kingdom hit the red heart!"
The scene was silent for a second, and then there were loud cheers. Everyone in Baiyu Kingdom was excited, hugged, and shouted, and the excited voices pierced the sky...
"Long live Princess Qingyang...Long live...!"
"Princess Qingyang is the best...!"
"He is indeed a legend of our White Feather Kingdom...!"
"Princess on horseback...!"
"marvelous……!"
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Amidst the proud cheers, the subjects of Qiyue Kingdom frowned and pursed their lips. Dongfang Qingyang was indeed worthy of its reputation. They seemed to have seen the bloody next moment...
Amidst all the worries of the people of Qiyue, Liu Meier and Liu Dong looked at each other with a proud and fierce look in their eyes, Xia Qingcheng, just wait!
At this time. Great literature, great literature
Bai Yuguo looked at Dongfang Qingyang with reverence, admiration and pride...
The people of Qiyue Kingdom looked at Mao'er with sympathy, pity, and regret...
Dongfang Qingyang glanced at Mao'er with a smile, and sneered, the provocation was so obvious.
The cat touched the small silver coin in his arms again and again, with an expression on his face.
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Dongfang Qingyang raised her right hand, and the cheers suddenly stopped. All the shining eyes were wrapped around her, and she said coquettishly, "Bring the horse!"
She wants to strike while the iron is hot and pursue the victory.
Soon, a big maroon horse was pulled up. This horse was brought by Dongfang Qingyang from the White Feather Country. It was not afraid of the stage. As soon as it came up, it started rubbing its ears and temples with Dongfang Qingyang.
Dongfang Qingyang got on his horse in a sharp and handsome move, and was immediately greeted with applause...
"Ben Lei, charge!"
With a loud roar, the fierce horses suddenly galloped, and the sound of hoofbeats echoed throughout the training ground along with the exciting drumbeats...
Dongfang Qingyang sat astride the horse, pulled up the long bow, and aimed at the sound of the drums and the frequency of the horse's hooves hitting the ground...
"Whoosh...!"
An arrow has been shot...hit the target...
But there's no time to look at the bull's-eye right now.
Everyone's heart is in their throats, whether the three most critical arrows on horseback can all hit...
Suddenly, Dongfang Qingyang turned over on the horse, no... turned over to the side of the horse, straddling the horse diagonally, hooking one leg on the horse's back, and one leg close to the horse's belly...
This is not only an archery competition, but also a personal show on horseback. Dongfang Qingyang, who is straddling the horse, tightens his long bow and aims at the red heart of the target...
The drum beat became more passionate, with a momentum that swept thousands of miles. Dongfang Qingyang loosened his fingers and shot the second feather arrow, hitting the target quite beautifully...
At this time, Dongfang Qingyang turned over and sat astride the horse, pulled up the long bow, set up the bow and arrow, and narrowed his eyes...
With this last arrow, the strong wind brought by the galloping horse caused Dongfang Qingyang's black hair to dance messily. Her eyes were focused and sharp, and her temperament was confident and proud. I have to say that Princess Qingyang at this time is beautiful.
is powerful...
I saw Dongfang Qingyang's legs tightly clamping the belly of the galloping horse. The galloping hooves immediately left the ground, the neighing sound cut through the sky, and the thunderous drum sound reached its peak...
The feather arrow in Dongfang Qingyang's hand got stuck on the highest drum beat. He let go and shot...the third feather arrow also hit the target.
There was no sound in the audience, the drumming stopped instantly, a gentle breeze blew by, everyone was waiting for a result...
The guard looking at the target, after being still for two seconds, shouted, "Princess Qingyang of the White Feather Country's three feather arrows all hit the red heart...!"
"Ah...win, win...!"
"Victory, victory...!"
"Oh my God, long live the princess...!"
Everyone in Baiyu Kingdom went crazy, roared, and hugged each other excitedly. They won, they won, they won. That Xia Qingcheng was finished, finished, haha...hahahaha...
Compared with the cheers of the White Feather Kingdom, the Qiyue Kingdom is in a slump at this time, and its heart is filled with despair. There is very little hope left...
Dongfang Qingyang raised his head high and walked towards Mao'er step by step, with a proud and proud light in his eyes, a sneer at the corner of his mouth, his eyes tightly wrapped around Mao'er like poisonous tongues, and said, "Xia Qingcheng, you
