Zheqin, the divine arrow from 'Gabi's Wind', had already been prepared. He reacted quickly and pulled out five immortal thorns like lightning. He fired them in succession and met the opponent's arrows with incomparable accuracy! It reached the chest and was matched with golden arrows.
The House archer with the harp insignia is not afraid of shooting arrows at all. His opponent's arrows are very fast, but Zheqin, the divine arrow
Shenjian Zheqin all have strong confidence in themselves. They have grown up practicing this. Arrows are their lives! After the withdrawal of the Dier tribe's musk deer people, Beamon's long-range firepower in the sky relies on House arrows.
The shoulders are supported by the hands!
This competition shocked all the experienced archers!
The desert elf's weird short arrow shot in the air, and actually turned out a weird flight arc, showing a peculiar '8' shape forward route. It easily avoided the straight-line thorn clusters of the fairy thorns, and shot towards the divine arrow Zhe.
In front of Qin, Zheqin, the divine arrow from the "Gabi Wind", was extremely experienced. Although he was not panicking, he fired five arrows in a row and quickly shot down the five-zhi elf short arrow.
But unfortunately, the second wave of short arrows from the desert elf archer hit him again!
One strumming is five arrows that automatically attach to the piano! This kind of shooting speed is slightly inferior to even the Haos Shenjian Zheqin, who was born with six fingers! Not to mention such a short arrow with such a strange trajectory!
It’s so weird! Such a tricky arrow technique!
"ah……"
A lingering scream suddenly broke the tranquility above the ruins of the ancient city. Five red and black short arrows shot from the front and back of the body with extremely terrifying and strange flight paths, hitting the House Divine Arrow Zheqindi.
Throat and neck, front and back, left and right.
The centaur archer who fell to the ground covered his throat and rolled in pain. His whole body was twitching. In less than three breaths, he curled up into a hedgehog-shaped ball and never moved again.
"Obisrachi!" Liu Zhenshao looked at the body of the House archer and roared.
This centaur archer obviously did not die from being hit by an arrow, but from curare poison.
The head and feet are rickety together, resembling a weaving shuttle. Except for the bee witch doctors of the Panibi tribe who disappeared in history, only the bee witch doctors of the Panibi tribe can refine the poison... Apart from "pulling machine", what other kind of toxin is like this?
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"This is not an arrow!" Ronaldo, the captain of 'Gabby Wind', pulled out a short arrow from his subordinate's throat and let out an angry roar!
This is indeed not an arrow! The yellow and black arrow body, if you look at it carefully, you will find that it is a nine-inch long giant queen bee. This arrow-shaped queen bee is completely different from the species in the Aegean continent.
Slender and straight, the elytra are close to the back and abdomen, the body is as hard as iron, and the three-inch-long tail spines shine with dark and changing colors, which are obviously highly poisonous!
After stinging the House Archer to death, the queen bee also dies. The queen bee without a tail stinger must also die!
No wonder it can change its line in the air! It turns out that the arrows shot by the desert elves with the pipa are not arrows at all! No wonder that as soon as the string is strummed, five short arrows will automatically attach to the string. It turns out that they are flying royal bees.
The handsome man was laughing loudly, and the demonstrative roars and wild laughter of the desert giants and desert elves mixed together, shaking the sky.
"This is the 'Bee Arrow Changing Shot' that our desert Meletz is famous for! If you didn't know it before, I will let you know by the way." The desert elf who established his power with five arrows laughed loudly: "It's a pity that you probably can't afford it.
Such meletis bee arrows are small creatures that rely on a large amount of expensive honey to support them! They cannot produce honey, they can only eat honey!"
"What a handsome archery! Who of you wants to play with him?" Liu shook his head and laughed angrily, looking at the archers behind him one by one.
"I'm coming!" His Royal Highness Mali, the little elf prince, got out from between the human legs and jumped to the forefront of all the shooters.
"I'll do it! To deal with this kind of archer, you need speed!" Nedved pushed the little prince away.
Like a child who had his toy taken away, His Highness Mali angrily bumped into Nedved's thigh, desperately trying to squeeze back.
"Why don't you two come together!" The desert elf standing under the tower said arrogantly: "I didn't expect that even children would go to the battlefield! You Behemoths are really beasts!"
"Are you worthy of being called an elf? You don't even have the virtue of humility. I'm really ashamed of you!" The little elf prince simply jumped onto the arrow stack, blocking Nedved's sight with his body and allowing himself to face him directly.
This desert elf.
"Secretly protect the little prince of Mali." Liu Zhancheng grabbed Nedved, who was about to step forward to grab the position, and muttered softly. Nedved nodded and backed away.
"It's disrespectful to come and not reciprocate!" Liu Zhenshao nodded to the King of the Hill next to him. Battelle snatched a poplar wood torch from the sentry's hand, roared, and waved his arm, and the torch was also in the air.
It slid out in an arc and hit the distance, and the trailing flame tail pulled out a fiery red streak.
This is the signal for the competition to begin.
As expected, the high elf's talent in archery skills is not limited, especially His Highness Mali, who has royal blood. I heard the silver strings of the magic bow "Elune's Kiss" in his hand trembling wildly, and the sharp platinum silver moon blade was already striking.
The water swirled, pulling out a rapid white light and shooting it at the desert elf. Member xiaoqian0983 hand shot
His Royal Highness the little prince does not like to fight with arrows. His target is pointed directly at the throat of an elf archer! Half of the Behemoth genes in his body make the little prince of Mali less peaceful and peaceful as an elf and more blood-thick.
The violence of the water, his three-edged moon blade, was used to cut off the opponent's head!
The stringing speed of the Piqin Elf Archer is fully automatic, which is not unpleasant, but compared with a fast archer like His Highness Mari who is truly proficient in top-level shooting skills, it is obviously not on the same level.
In a hurry, he fired five arrows in a row. Not only was the desert elf unable to stop the little prince's platinum silver moon blade, the Queen Bee's extremely hard body was easily torn in half by Vincent's platinum silver moon blade!
This is the speed of the shot! Just now, the elf archer was able to get half a shot ahead, allowing the porcupine archer to deflect the arrow with his arrow, but now he can only passively resist the little prince's moon blade!
But a master is a master after all. The desert elf quickly raised his hand and drew an arrow from his scarlet robe, finally swinging away the moon blade... The royal bee arrows are too expensive and are not inexhaustible!
There is also a real nine-inch iron feather arrow in the left pocket of this desert elf's scarlet robe!
After the little prince shot the first platinum moon blade, he held the bow and looked at the busy desert elf, as if he were watching a joke.
When the desert elf drew his arrow and split his own moon blade with a real iron leaf feather arrow, the little prince of Mali raised his hand again. Others did not even see how he took action, and there was already a "zheng" in the air.
"A white light flashed across the ground.
The moon blade that shot out hit the moon blade that was blown away by the desert elf's arrow. The two moon blades drew a cross arc, and then towards a pair of scissors, they were wiped from the throat of the lute shooter.
It's so fast that it's so fast that it's so fast that it's so fast that it's so fast that it's dizzying!
A stream of blood jumped into the sky from the headless chest. The torch thrown by the King of the Hill only landed on the sand at this moment, bounced, and burst out countless sparks.
Rely on the "line-changing refraction" caused by the front and back collision of the moon blade!
This is the ultimate archery skill that elven archers at the Blade Archer level are good at!
Just like Nedved's "Masai Whirlwind Arrow", this kind of archery requires not only hard practice, but also unique outstanding talent! Aegean humans can also use the magic equipment "Psychic Guidance Arrow" to do this
It has the same effect, but elves and centaurs never bother to use that kind of magic arrow!
Excellent archers should give full play to their own skills instead of relying on equipment! This is the archery master of the classical art school!
The two platinum silver moon blades did not fall to the ground, but were still hovering in circles in the sky, like two naughty hummingbirds, throwing out drops of blood.
Two whole minutes! Two minutes of silence!
The three major magic bows of the elves, "Elune's Kiss", are indeed well-deserved! The power of the wind element that is blessed on it is simply shocking to the point of being shocking! If His Highness the little prince shoots continuously, he can hit the moon blade,
Arrange a wall of rotating moon blades in front of the enemy.
Behemoth's wild cheers rang out from the tower! Technology will always prevail over opportunism in individual combat! This is the proudest cry!
"Don't say I won't give you desert elves a chance, who else will compete with me?" Nedved was aroused as an archer. He stepped forward, pushed the little elf prince behind him, and stroked it himself.
The battlements despise all the desert elves under the city.
The arrogance of the Haus archer completely aroused the anger of Meletz in the desert. His bows were still hanging in the holsters between his hips! He actually dared to challenge Meletz, the most skilled archer in the desert, with bare hands.
A desert elf about forty years old stood up immediately. He had a red belt wrapped around his waist. He placed one hand on the iron leaf feather arrow in the left pocket of his robe. Maybe he had also seen that he was trying to use it.
It is extremely unwise for "Emperor Bee Arrow" to compete with the Behemoth archer in front of him.
The reason why madmen are mad is because they are superior to others. At this time, this old lute elf shooter obviously still believes in his own skills rather than the queen bee.
I am the red-belt archer Bakhtiya Sadh of Meletz! The whole Takramago knows my reputation! Hundreds of famous archers have died in my hands!" The desert elf saluted gracefully and held up his lute.
"I am Pavel Nedved, the left servant of the Summer Palace Minister of the God of War, the personal bodyguard of the Divine Comedy Shaman Richard, and the archer of my opponent. The more he overestimates his ability, the more I will spare his life.
." Sweatblood House opened his hands, and gently tapped the bow bags on his left and right hips with his little finger. The silver bow arms embedded with magic crystals were eye-catching.
A torch flew across the sky, and I don't know who threw it.
There was a muffled sound of "zole" and a scream.
A slender fairy thorn was inserted into the back of the desert elf's right hand, which was caressing the lute string. It completely penetrated the lute and the back of the hand. The feathers on the arrow tail quivered like a string. The four thorns the elf archer originally held between his right fingers
The nine-inch short arrows lay scattered on the ground
.There are two phenomena of black burning and ice crystals spreading on the skin. This is the figure of ice and fire quietly swimming... In this incomplete forbidden magic field, all magic props can only work in a very short moment.
Devide's
The high-strength elasticity of beef hamstring is the biggest guarantee to ensure this speed!
Nedved sniffed, holding a bow in his left hand and a fairy thorn in his right hand. He glanced left and right for a long time, teasing the desperate desert elf archer as much as he wanted to shoot a bird.
Poof penetrated the crotch of the elf shooter, burying despair... As he said, the more arrogant the opponent is, the more he will spare his life and leave you with a lifetime of shame.
The elf archer held the arrow with his hand, while Nedved had his bare hands. The desert elf had just completed the action of clasping the string, and his arrow had already pierced the elf's right hand holding the arrow, and then he played with the opponent's nerves to his heart's content!
How fast a shot is required!
The cold-bloodedness of this House archer made all the desert Melets who witnessed this scene feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave in an instant. Their right hand was missing and it had not penetrated their lower body. Everyone knew what this meant to the archer.
"Who else is willing to compete with me?" Nedved pulled out a thick fairy thorn from the bag on his back, clasped it in his hand, and glanced coldly at all the desert elves.
No desert elf dared to challenge this House shooter, no more.
"If we had a decisive battle in the plains! You 60,000 people would have been crushed into shit by us!" Liu Zhenzhen made a ruthless sneer at Mulan, who was riding on the back of a silver elephant: "Remember! Hatred is
Your bravery will always belong to Beamon!"
"Wait to see how the corpses of your Mulan soldiers are piled up as tall as a city wall! Arrogant desert bandits!" Prince Kahn also sneered a series of times.
"I will!" The corners of Mulan's handsome lips slightly curved into a cruel arc, but he was actually still smiling.
Looking at Commander Mulan and his bodyguards walking away, Prince Kahn looked at His Majesty the Divine Comedy Shaman.
"Your Highness, is the handsome Mulan you are talking about true or false? I am referring to the Northeastern Governor Rosenberg..." Liu Zhenshao also glanced at Prince Lionheart.
"I don't know! I only know that this guy killed more than 10,000 of our soldiers!" Prince Kahn hesitated and shook his head.
"If this really happens, what should we do?" Liu Zhenshao asked.
"If this is true, then Rosenberg will definitely die!" Prince Kahn said with a bitter smile: "But his title is Duke! If there is no evidence, let alone you and me, even His Royal Highness the King cannot do this!
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"It's not easy to find evidence! Just go to Kalimantan and you will know! There are all our compatriots who were kidnapped there! Of course, there is also Princess Nancy!" Liu Zhensha snorted: "If the evidence is conclusive, then when the time comes
I hope you won’t stop me!”
"Your Majesty, I also want to go to Kalimantan City, but..." Prince Kahn patted Liu Zhenzhen's shoulder and sighed: "I will go and integrate the team first, and the staff will also be rearranged. The ban will be banned tomorrow.
As soon as the demonic realm disappears, the brutal siege will begin. This tower is 1,800 yards long. Even if all our soldiers fill it up, it will only be barely enough! May the God of War bless us!"
"Fight! Fight until the end, and I will surrender alone!" Liu Zhenzhen laughed.
"Your Majesty, are you crazy?" Prince Kahn also laughed.
"What I said is true! I must surrender! It's just me! I want to go to Kalimantan City! I want these Mulan people to taste a hundred times the life that the Behemoth soldiers paid!"
Liu Zhenshao stared into the prince's eyes and said seriously: "I will definitely surrender, but before that, we must make this Mulan army suffer enough!"
"What is your purpose for doing this?" Prince Kahn looked solemn and looked at His Majesty the Divine Comedy Shaman quietly. He could tell that this His Majesty was definitely not surrendering.
"You'll know soon! All you need to do is follow Helen's orders! Of course, this battle needs to be sustained. If I really surrender, you will return to the Yale Oasis to rest! Wait for my orders!"
Liu Zhencheng smiled and smashed his mouth, turned to look at Helen: "Girl, you should understand what I mean, right?"
"Understood." Helen nodded cheerfully.
"Your Majesty, you shouldn't hide it from me, you should give me some hints!" Prince Kahn's heart was scratching like a cat's claws: "You can't just give me such nonsense.
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"I will turn the city of Kalimantan into a sea of burning fire! I will turn the city of Kalimantan into a hell! Rommel's hatred is overwhelming, but how can more than 10,000 of our soldiers die in vain!" Liu Zhenshaan squinted his eyes.
, gritting his teeth for a while: "No one can stop me from completing this thing! But you must help me beat these Mulan people hard! Beat them until they can no longer fight!"
"If we go to Kalimantan, do we have enough people?" Helen frowned: "It seems a little less!"
"The center is blooming!" Liu Zhenzhen said with a smile: "If a hundred desperadoes appear in the city, the city will be finished, let alone thousands of people!"
"No need for the oil melon?" Takin warrior Duncan's eyes lit up.
"Save it for now! Use it again in Kalimantan! You Gua, Gao Cen, Jin Ren! When the time comes, every warrior remembers to tie a red ribbon on his forehead." Liu Zhenzhen laughed.
Prince Kahn was confused when he heard this. He knew about the red belt. In the oldest war custom in Beamon, soldiers were made to drink Mung wine, which at that time represented a desperate charge; and the soldiers were asked to tie a red belt on their foreheads.
The red belt means preparing to massacre the city.
Massacre? This ancient word reminds His Royal Highness of the evil old society.