Zhuo Yiqiang saw this scene and became furious instantly. With a wave of his hand, two of his cronies rushed forward to stop Su Weiwei. He directly spared Su Weiwei and dodged towards Wang Fan.
The people Zhuo Yiqiang brought here were not Ao Jiang's subordinates, but his trusted followers whom he had trained himself.
Originally, according to the plan, the woman would poison Wang Fan first. If it succeeded, it would be the best, but if it failed, they would act in secret and wait for an opportunity to assassinate him.
Ke Zhuo was arrogant and arrogant, and Bai Xiaoren repeatedly suppressed him from taking action against Wang Fan. He felt aggrieved, so he did not follow the plan at all, but directly brought his cronies to kill him.
He had two purposes for doing this. The first was to kill Wang Fan in an honest way, and the second was to take Su Weiwei away in an honest way.
He wanted to tell Su Weiwei that Su Weiwei's follower Wang Fan was nothing but a waste and was not his enemy with one shot.
For an expert archer like Zhuo Yiqiang, no matter how powerful he is, he is useless in front of arrows.
If arrows cannot kill the enemy, it can only be said that the archer's arrow skills are not good. No one has ever been able to dodge the arrows he shot.
With two loud bangs, Su Weiwei was already fighting with Zhuo Yiqiang's cronies. ??
She slapped one of them hard on the chest with one hand, sending him flying. Her right leg flashed through an arc and kicked him on the waist.
Under the huge force, the two of them were thrown away in pain. However, at the same time as they were being thrown away, Su Weiwei also received a punch from the other party. She fell back and turned pale.
"Zhuo Yiqiang, I, Su Weiwei, swear that if you dare to hurt Wang Shao even a hair, you will end up in poverty and fall into hell, I, Su Weiwei, will kill you!"
Su Weiwei was about to hold back the impact of the force and shoot Zhuo, but at this moment, two more people pounced on her and blocked her.
In desperation, Su Weiwei could only shoot Zhuo and issue a vicious threat.
She worked with Zhuo Yiqiang once and knew how terrifying Zhuo Yiqiang was.
This person's crossbow arrows are extremely powerful, and can be said to be able to pierce the Yang with a hundred steps.
Even though Su Weiwei was very confident in Wang Fan's strength, she still felt unsure.
Zhuo Yiqiang didn't pay any attention to Su Weiwei's voice, but his face became more ferocious. He was close to Wang Fan in an instant, pointing his crossbow at Wang Fan, "Wang Fan, your death has come! I tell you, I, Zhuo Yiqiang,
Shooting you is like killing a chicken!"
Zhuo Yiqiang said, and he started to attack like crazy, but instead of shooting one arrow, he shot four arrows.
His shooting speed is extremely fast, almost to the extreme.
Generally, archers, when in a close situation, usually distance themselves before shooting.
Even if they are approached by others, they will find ways to distance themselves from the enemy. Because once the distance is close, they will be oppressed and feel instinctive danger.
Once the enemy is a master at close range, their fate will become disastrous.
Ke Zhuo's shot is just the opposite. For him, the closer the distance, the greater his advantage, and the greater his certainty of shooting the enemy.
As for the other party posing a threat to yourself, that is simply impossible.
In addition to Zhuo Yiqiang himself being very powerful, it was impossible for anyone to avoid his arrows and get in front of him.
This is self-confidence, this is his confidence in his own strength and his own strength.
Swish, swish, four arrows shot through the air like sharp swords, wildly shooting at Wang Fan, A Biao, Meng Qingyang, and Hei Ye.
Like lightning, it is reaching its extreme.
At this moment, not to mention the weak Meng Qingyang, even A Biao felt a strong breath of death.
He felt at this moment, as if Zhuo Yi's spear had merged with the crossbow arrow in his hand, and the man and arrow had become one.
He is the arrow, the arrow is
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Fast, almost to the extreme.
A Biao didn't even have the thought to dodge, he felt desperate.
Meng Qingyang's face was even more pale, with cold sweat on his forehead. He was thinking, am I going to die?
There was also a hint of surprise and even solemnity in Heiye's eyes. Zhuo Yiqiang's archery skills were really beyond her expectations.
While the three people had different expressions, Wang Fan's expression remained unchanged. His right hand suddenly shook on the dining table, and the cutlery, forks and other items were knocked out.
At the same time, Wang Fan raised his right foot and quickly pointed at A Biao and Meng Qingyang, causing the two of them to deviate.
Then, he took out the silver needle he carried with him and calmly started shooting forward.
There were four ding-ding-ding-ding sounds, and the cutlery and forks hit the four arrows accurately. They were blown to pieces and at the same time, they buffered the momentum.
With the help of this buffer time, Meng Qingyang and A Biao were also kicked aside, and the arrows flew past their bodies, blasting through the doors and windows, and flew out the door.
Whizzing!
Immediately afterwards, there were two more sounds of piercing the air, and two arrows collided two centimeters in front of Wang Fan, and then landed.
Although this scene is a bit slow to describe, it actually only happened in a few short breaths.
At the same time, Hei Ye also dodged the arrow shot at her and looked at Zhuo Yiqiang with a gloomy expression.
The whole place was dead silent.
No one thought that Wang Fan would be so powerful. Not only did he save A Biao and Meng Qingyang from Zhuo Yiqiang's arrow, but he also used the most direct method to stop the arrow that was shot at him with a silver needle.
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According to Wang Fan's performance, no one would doubt that Wang Fan could easily dodge Zhuo Yiqiang's arrows, but Wang Fan did not dodge, but shot down the opponent's arrows with a silver needle. This was obviously a provocation within a provocation.
A slap in the face.
Zhuo Yiqiang's face was also very ugly. This was the first time that someone had dodged his arrows and shot down his arrows.
The most important thing is that he just said that it only took one arrow to kill Wang Fan, and then Wang Fan not only saved people from his arrow, but also swept away his arrow. Isn't this a slap in the face?
His myth was ended here by King Fan of the Night, which is really hard to accept.
Because Heiye also dodged his arrow, even if the arrow was intercepted by the tableware thrown by Wang Fan for a few tenths of a second.
It can be said that none of his four arrows hurt anyone. For him, nothing could be more embarrassing than this.
Su Weiwei looked at this scene and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew Zhuo Yiqiang's strength very well, and she was really worried that Wang Fan would be injured or even killed just now.
Now it seems that she was overly worried. If Wang Fan was killed so easily, he might not be alive until now.
Thinking of her previous fear and the four arrows from Zhuo Yi's gun, Su Weiwei became even more crazy. It didn't take long before she defeated the two enemies who intercepted her and stood back beside Wang Fan.
Wang Fan looked at Zhuo Yiqiang sarcastically, "Archer? Zhuo Yiqiang? It only takes one arrow to kill me?"
"Bullshit!" Wang Fan was rude and slapped him in the face. He pointed at Zhuo Yiyi and shot him in the nose. "With your archery skills, you still have the nerve to call yourself a master archer? You are simply insulting the word master!"
Wang Fan viciously humiliated him: "Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, Yelang is arrogant. I'm talking about a loser like you who has no ability and is pretending."
"With your abilities, you still want to be a sharp archer? Don't laugh at me. You must at least go back to your mother's womb and practice for ten or eight more years, otherwise you won't even think about being a sharp archer."
Zhuo Yiqiang clenched his fists tightly, his face turned red from suppressing his anger. He never thought that his first arrow would miss in front of Wang Fan and be humiliated.