Chapter 71: This guy is not Houyi, but Dongfang Bubai
"Seeking death!" Cang Lanyu's cold eyes were filled with anger, and he leaned down.
Hua Xiaojuan endured the pain and turned over. Jiang Haiyan turned his horse around and rushed out quickly.
Cang Lanyu's palm was sharp, and he slapped Hua Xiaojuan on the shoulder again. Hua Xiaojuan felt a surge in his chest and hurriedly raised his head to look at the sky.
Damn it, Po Feng finally blew the flying kite she had prepared in advance. With her current small body, ten of them were not enough for Cang Lanyu to kill.
The rope in his hand flew up, and with a "swish", Hua Xiaojuan hooked the flying kite in the sky.
Cang Lanyu was not prepared for such a clever trick. He glared and held her flowing embroidered shoes with one hand.
"You can't even think about leaving until the Divine Willing Lamp stays!" He frowned. He really wanted to kill this woman, but if the Divine Willing Lamp was stained with blood, it would be a blasphemy to the gods. Canglan didn't know what disaster would happen, so he had to endure it.
Come down.
Hua Xiaojuan is not a person who is willing to compromise. Just pull my shoes, okay. I will give you the shoes. With a strong kick, Hua Xiaojuan's shoes suddenly came out.
Hua Xiaojuan smiled ferociously, controlled the rope and climbed onto Feiyuan.
"Dear, if you gather seven pairs of Adi Wang, you can meet Brother Chun."
Cang Lanyu wanted to pursue him, but unexpectedly a south wind suddenly rose in the sky. The flying kite rode on the wind and flew more than ten meters in an instant. Cang Lanyu's eyes darkened.
The time, place, and people are favorable, and today's God's wishing lamp is destined to have no fate with him. But!
"No one can escape from this king's hand!" Cang Lanyu said, and suddenly Jiang fingered the fan and pulled it open with great force. It turned into a bow. Cang Lanyu turned the palm of his hand and got a soft silver hand.
The arrow landed on it.
Hua Xiaojuan couldn't see clearly from a distance, but grinned and covered his injured shoulder.
"No! It's so far away! Think of yourself as Hou Yi!"
Cang Lanyu sneered, hooked his slender fingers, "Let you always use my king's wind-chasing arrows." The silver arrows contained his fierce fighting spirit and flew toward Hua Xiaojuan like thunder.
Hua Xiaojuan dodged with quick eyes and hands, narrowly letting go of her heart. The silver arrow still penetrated her shoulder with unstoppable force and coiled around her shoulder. Hua Xiaojuan spat out a mouthful of blood on the black veil.
Taking off the veil, Hua Xiaojuan took advantage of the wind and shed blood.
"This, this guy is not Hou Yi, he is simply Dongfang Bubai..."