Accompanied by the rain of arrows from the sky, Chu Tianjiao's body finally exhausted all its upward momentum and fell downwards.
While the person was falling, she had already turned the long bow that had been held vertically horizontally. In a graceful and beautiful gesture, she hooked the bowstring and pulled it hard.
When she landed, the fingers that hooked the bow string were quickly released, and the bow string was instantly straightened. There was only a crash, like the sound of a stormy wave crashing on the shore, and an arc-shaped aqua-blue brilliance was like a wave of water.
It overflowed from the bowstring and flew away in an instant, like a huge scimitar neatly cutting into the group of demon cavalry facing her.
After the glory passed, the smell of blood suddenly arose.
If the "rain of tears in the sky" just now was just a small storm, then this time the "moon is like a knife" is undoubtedly a tsunami.
Before she could react, the piece of demon cavalry in front of her had been neatly cut into two pieces by the sudden blue brilliance.
After the blow, Chu Tianjiao's men had already risen and rushed diagonally into the cavalry camp behind her. Her posture was as beautiful as a dance, and every time she waved or raised her arms, she would ruthlessly harvest a life.
The Nine Heavens Tears Bow, both the bow body and the bow string, has become a deadly weapon.
Either flick the string and shoot an arrow from a distance, or strike each other with the tip of the bow...
Chu Tianjiao was like a dancer entering a no-man's land, but the demon cavalry in front of her were just props to dance with her. When she walked all the way to the periphery of the cavalry, she didn't know how many demon cavalry had died under her bow.
The Nine Heavens Tears Bow is still unstained by fine dust, the bow body is still a gentle aqua blue, and the bow string is still a pure water line, but Chu Tianjiao's body is almost not clean, and the dark green clothes on his body are almost stained with blood.
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Seeing the strong wind behind her, she just lightly reflected the long bow. This was not a trick of Jiutian Bow Dance, but she just used it casually.
With her backhand, she pulled out the longbow that was still unstained with blood from the opponent's chest. She slowly turned her face and looked at the demon cavalry running towards her on the left and right wings. "Okay, I don't want to play anymore!"
After saying the words, she had already put away the Jiutian Tears Bow, took a deep breath, and suddenly spat out her palms.
Two rays of red and bright green light overflowed from her palm at the same time, and it was vaguely covered with a layer of golden light that seemed to be substantial.
In his left hand, the bright green light is the vine of immortality roaring out, like a dragon emerging from the water. The giant vine is similar in size to a small fish, and it shouts straight towards the demon cavalry army on the left wing with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.
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In the right hand, the red light is a surging wave of flames, like the fire from the nine heavens suddenly descending, and the tongues of fire instantly engulf all the demon cavalry on the right wing.
Furry creatures like snow wolves are naturally most afraid of being exposed to fire. Soon, the cavalry on the right wing turned into a sea of flames, accompanied by the neighing of the giant wolf with a pungent smell of burning.
Although the cavalry on the left wing were not cooked alive, under the endless branches of the green vines that seemed to have invisible eyes, they were all strangled or stabbed by those seemingly delicate but actually extremely tough vines.
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In the firelight, Chu Tianjiao's face turned slightly pale.
This killing, whether it was fighting strength or mystical skills, had consumed too much of her.
Still standing as straight as a sword, Chu Tianjiao stood calmly, looking calmly at the demon cavalry who had escaped her attack a little further away.
There is no murderous intent, but it makes people instinctively shudder.
No one dared to charge forward anymore. The less than five hundred survivors just grabbed the reins in their hands, turned their mounts around, and fled deep into the snowfield.