Chapter 234: Hunting in the mountains 3

Xia Qianqian's entire back was sweaty. She was holding the branch and couldn't shoot the crossbow anymore, so she shouted at Uncle Liu: "Uncle Liu, shoot him in the eyes!"
"it is good!"
Two crossbow arrows were shot out, but they missed.
Xia Qianqian: "..."
At this time, a martial arts master is needed!
Fantasy, after all, is just a fantasy. The wild boar was already close to its eyes. It saw Xia Qianqian. The big Tongling eyes were full of fierce light and it was very scary. It began to hit Xia Qianqian's tree hard.
The thick-mouthed tree was shaken to pieces by the wild boar in a few strokes.
Fearing that Xia Qianqian would be injured, Uncle Liu kept shooting crossbow arrows at the wild boar.
The wild boar was hit with several arrows, but it stubbornly hit the bar with Xia Qianqian, instead of attacking Uncle Liu, he kept hitting Xia Qianqian's tree.
Uncle Liu was too anxious: "What can I do..."
Xia Qianqian also realized that blindly avoiding can't do it, she can only fight! She gritted her teeth, changed her posture with difficulty holding the branch, took out the last crossbow arrow before the branch broke, and jumped down.
Although the wild boar is fierce, its stature is not flexible. Xia Qianqian rode on it, holding its fur tightly with one hand, holding the crossbow arrow high in the other, and stabbing the wild boar's neck hard—it was the softest place in the wild.
Although the wooden arrow was not profitable enough, Xia Qianqian's strength was strong enough. At this moment, she almost exhausted all of her energy. The wooden arrow finally pierced the wild boar's fur and penetrated deeply into the neck.
Ow----
The wild boar screamed, knelt forward and fell to the ground, Xia Qianqian was also thrown aside.
The blood flowed from the wild boar's neck, and Uncle Liu jumped down, using a machete to chop the wild boar.
Unexpectedly, when the knife went down, the wild boar jumped up again, and it rushed towards Xia Qianqian on the snow again. Pig fart. There is a machete embedded in the stock.
Uncle Liu was dumbfounded.
Xia Qianqian had no time to get up and had to roll on the snow desperately to avoid the attack.
If the wild boar does not die, she and Uncle Liu must die! She got up again, flew forward and hugged the wild boar's neck.
The wild boar is already at the end of the crossbow, it jumps violently in place, trying to shake Xia Qianqian off. Xia Qianqian is like an octopus, holding a wild boar tightly on her hands and feet.
Uncle Liu found a thick wooden stick to beat a wild boar.
His idea was simple. If the wild boar's leg was interrupted, it would not be able to run, and Xia Qianqian would be safe.
One click, two clicks...While Uncle Liu was fighting, he also had to run a wild boar race in the opposite direction to avoid being thrown over. Xia Qianqian pulled out the crossbow arrow from the wild boar's neck, and pierced it into the wild boar's neck again and again.
The pig and the two were in a stalemate like this. I don't know how long they struggled, but the wild boar finally crashed down and couldn't get up again.
Xia Qianqian didn't have any strength anymore, and rolled to the side far away, panting for breath. Liu Bo sat paralyzed on the snow and kept raising his hand to wipe his sweat. No one had the energy to cook the wild boar.
At this moment, a few men from other villages ran over, without even looking at Xia Qianqian and Liu Bo, dragging the wild boar who had just died and was about to leave.
"Don't move my wild boar!" Xia Qianqian yelled, got up and stumbled over, "Let it down! This is the wild boar I hunted!"
"You hunted it?" The middle-aged man headed by him is sturdy, with a beard and looks very sturdy. "Little girl, this is the wild boar I hunted. We have been chasing it all the way."
"You are talking nonsense, this is what we just killed, you see it still has our crossbow arrows, fart. There is also my old Liu's machete stuck in it." Liu Bo also got up and stood beside Xia Qianqian.