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Chapter 224: Complete victory over the prince! (4)
"Your Highness Gelie, you have to be careful. Xiao Yao has already given you four arrows. He will never show mercy again!" He gently pinched the horse's belly and let the big red horse run to the side. Xiao Yao deliberately raised his voice to let everyone listen.
Be clear.
"My Highness, you don't need to give in!" Gelie's face became darker and darker, and he immediately chased Xiao Yao, aiming the arrow in his hand unceremoniously at the back of her neck.
He doesn't care if it doesn't hurt people's lives. If Xiao Yao dies, at worst, he will say it was a mistake!
The long arrow came off the string and shot towards the back of Xiao Yao's neck. With this arrow, Gelie had used all his strength. If this arrow hit, Xiao Yao would definitely die.
With his left palm tapping lightly on the saddle, Xiao Yao flew up like an arrow. He was in the air, with his arms wide open. The second arrow came out of the string and shot diagonally towards Gelie. It was not shooting a person, but a horse.
Gle's arrow grazed the hem of her robe and pierced the hem of her robe with a hole the size of a fist.
His Highness, the prince, was also extraordinary in riding and shooting. Seeing the opponent shoot an arrow, he immediately clapped his horse and stood up.
puff!
The long arrow went straight towards Gree's horse's neck. The black horse looked up in pain and neighed. It ran forward two steps and plunged headlong into the grass.
Stepping and twisting in the air, Xiao Yao landed on the back of the big red horse as light as a feather.
Seeing his beloved horse die suddenly, Gullie roared in pain. How could he have imagined that the opponent's target was his horse!
"Xiao Yao, you have to die today!" He spread his legs apart and bowed. Gelie's sixth arrow was already on the bow string, aiming at the belly of the big red horse and shooting it.
Pulling the horse's rein, Xiao Yao pressed the horse's belly firmly, "Get up!"
What a big red horse. It turned from rushing forward at high speed to static in an instant. The whole body of the horse stood upright, almost straight. The tip of Gullie's arrow brushed against its belly hair, but its skin was not damaged at all.
"Damn it!" Gulle reached out with his big hand, and all four arrows in his quiver were caught between the five fingers of his right hand.
He stepped hard on the grass with his right foot, and his men had already risen from the ground. He was in the air, nocking an arrow, and four arrows shot out one after another, with different directions, different speeds, and different angles... four arrows.
The sharp point wrapped Xiao Yao's entire body in it, blocking all her escape routes.
After stepping hard on the pedals with both feet, Xiao Yao's men got off the horse again. Instead of fleeing or dodging, they actually went straight to meet Gelie's four arrows.
The long bow rotated in his hand, bringing up a black cyclone wind, like a solid black shield.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
Four crisp sounds, four arrows one after another, were all shot away by her without exception. Not only did they not hurt her, but they also didn't hurt the big red horse Fenhao.
Gle, finally changed his face!
Seeing the figure coming through the arrow, he turned around and tried to escape.
Whoosh!
Xiao Yao's first arrow grazed his shoulder and hit the buckle of his fine armor with a loud sound. When sparks flew, the buckle of the soft armor had also been broken into two pieces.
Suddenly dispersed.
The buckle fragments flew down diagonally, grazing Gle's face. When his slightly dark cheek suddenly appeared, there was a trace of blood.
Blood spattered, and a drop of blood just slipped in front of his eyes. Gulle instinctively closed his eyes.
The wind blew in front of me, and my cheeks felt cold.
When Ge Li opened his eyes again, he saw an extremely delicate little face in front of him, smiling at him. Naturally, it was Xiao Yao.
The young man opposite did not use a bow, but held an arrow upright, with the tip of the arrow pressed straight against his throat.