Chris poured fighting energy into Qiongtian's explosive flame bow, forming a sharp and thin dark golden arrow with a sharp aura.
Brent pulled out a sword flower, forming a silver shield of fighting energy two meters away from his body.
Seemingly feeling that it was not safe, he pointed his sword forward again and shouted suddenly: "Fighting skills, triangle shield!"
A gray line swam out from the tip of the sword and extended to both sides, forming an inverted triangle. When the head and tail met, a pitch-black shield emerged out of thin air.
When Brent was ready, Chris let go of his hand, and the armor-piercing arrow flew in front of the shield in the blink of an eye, so fast that the human eye could not even capture its trajectory.
Under the surprised gazes of everyone, the armor-piercing arrow punched a small hole in the fighting spirit shield, continued to fly inside, and then punched a small hole in the dark triangular shield, heading straight for Brent.
Fortunately, after the armor-piercing arrow penetrated the two layers of defense, its speed and power decreased, giving Brent time to react. He stabbed forward with his long sword and pressed it against the tip of the arrow.
The armor-piercing arrow lost all its potential energy and collapsed directly, and Brent was forced to retreat seven or eight steps.
"Chris, how much fighting spirit did you use?" Brent asked loudly.
Chris stretched out two fingers and said: "Twenty percent."
Brent was horrified: "You are a magic warrior. If you use all your fighting spirit and magic power, does that mean you can shoot ten times the power of the arrow just now?"
Chris nodded and said, "That's pretty much what it means."
Cold sweat broke out on Brent's forehead. The arrow just now could easily pass through his two layers of defense. If the power was increased ten times...
He didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Knight Sam on the side was trembling with fear. It turned out that the accidental injury mentioned by the third young master just now was not a lie, but a real possibility.
With a full-strength arrow, let alone a second-level knight, even a third-level knight would fall on the spot.
While Brent's shield and fighting spirit shield had not dissipated, Chris began to experiment with the power of explosive arrows.
Qiongtian's explosive flame bow was drawn into a full moon, fighting energy was poured into it, and a red-gold arrow condensed into shape.
The arrow was extremely thick, almost as big as a baby's arm, and the arrowhead was burning with flames, like a ignited bomb.
When the bow string is loosened, the blasting arrow will fly much slower and fly towards Brent in a swaying manner.
"boom!"
The blasting arrow landed on the shield, causing a violent explosion. Fire shot into the sky, and the shock wave swept four to five meters away.
Immediately afterwards, the shield shattered like a bubble, and the triangular shield bore the brunt of most of the explosion. A slight crack appeared on it, spreading to the entire shield surface like a spider web.
"Crack." The triangular shield completely shattered, fell to the ground, and turned into gray dust.
Brent looked stunned, and Sam and his men were in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.
Chris nodded, feeling quite satisfied. Now he had a full understanding of the Qiongtian Explosive Flame Bow.
The first effect is that the fire elemental arrows are average in power, but the advantage is that they cost nothing. With Chris' physical strength, he will not feel tired even if he fires ten thousand arrows.
Armor-piercing arrows are fast and have strong penetrating power, making them suitable for single-target attacks.
Although the blasting arrow flies very slowly, the power of the explosion is quite impressive and can attack fixed targets or dense enemies.
The next thing Chris needs to do is to practice more aiming. After all, the enemy will not stand still and let others shoot arrows like Brent did.
Although the predecessor had briefly learned archery, he was not proficient in it and could only be regarded as a beginner.
"Quickly, tell me where the evil dragon is, and I'm going to slay it!" Brent's face flushed and he looked excited.
"I'm laughing so hard. Can you beat me?" Chris didn't save any face for his brother. "I think back then, we dispatched a sixth-level knight, a fourth-level magician and many other high-end combat powers to barely defeat that...
Kill the evil dragon."
Brent was very melancholy. Whether it was the dragon's roar, the indestructible armor, or the Qiong Tian Explosive Flame Bow in Chris's hand, any one of them made him jealous and wanted to cry.
But the Chris in front of him had three things at the same time.
Brent had reason to wonder if all his luck had been sucked away by his younger brother.
Chris put away the Qiongtian Explosive Flame Bow and said, "Let's go, brother, come with me to the library to have a look."
"Okay." Brent responded, thinking to himself: Although my equipment is not as good as his, in terms of fighting skills, I still have to surpass this guy Chris.
He practiced martial arts at home since he was a child, awakened his fighting spirit at the age of twelve, and became a first-level knight at the age of fourteen. Now he has been mastering more than a dozen fighting skills for more than ten years.
Brent believed that if he had a real fight with a real sword, even if his brother had three magical weapons, he would never be able to beat him.
Thinking this way, he felt much more comfortable.
The two brothers walked shoulder to shoulder towards the Jordan family library.
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In about three to five minutes, the two of them arrived at the library.
It was a two-story building, and there were two knights guarding the door. When they saw Chris, they did not stop him at all.
When you step into the door, the first thing you see is two rows of bookshelves, four meters long and about two meters high.
Each row of bookshelves has four levels, with seventeen or eighty thick parchment books placed on one level.
Brent introduced: "These are the fighting qi cultivation methods and tips written by ancestors of past generations. You can pick a few and read them. They may be helpful to you."
Chris shook his head, he was not interested in these things.
After all, he does not need to practice, and his level improvement depends entirely on the reputation of the system, so the experience of these predecessors is not of any help to him.
"Let's go straight to the fighting skills secret book."
"Okay, the secret book is on the second floor."
The two brothers clicked up to the second floor.
There is only one row of bookshelves here, and the books on them are all very thin, with no more than thirty or fifty pages.
"These are fighting skills deduced by predecessors. Some of them were acquired accidentally by the family. There are a total of one hundred and twenty-eight books." Brent patted his chest and said proudly, "Brother, I have learned eighteen fighting skills."
Chris picked up a book with "Red Sword Art" written on the cover.
Turning to the first page, there is a simple drawing of the release effect of fighting skills. A sketch is holding a long sword, and there are many shadows of the sword in front of him.
"It looks like the power is average." Chris threw away the Red Sword Art and looked for the next one.
A few minutes later, Chris had reached the end of the bookshelf. He just glanced at most of the fighting skills and put them down.
"You don't want to learn anything? Your vision is too high." Brent couldn't help complaining. He started with the simplest fighting skills.
"Learning is a waste of time."
Suddenly, Chris felt something in his heart. He leaned down and saw that there was only a fighting spirit secret book on the bottom of the bookshelf.