Chapter 1127: My arrow

The shadow can be said to be a mountain, or a devil's arm.
At the forefront of the mountains, in the sky above Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, there are five peaks that look like five fingers.
The sky was full of sword rain falling on the mountain peak.
The sinking speed of the mountain became slower and slower until it finally stopped.
Throughout the whole process, Xu Yourong didn't take a glance at the night sky. He didn't seem to care. Of course, it could also be understood as trust in Chen Changsheng.
She inserted the sword into the grass beside her.
With a snort, the green grass rose in smoke, but there was no scorching, and the posture became more vigorous and vibrant.
She took off a long bow made of paulownia from behind.
Tongmu is the bow, and this is the Tong bow on the Baiqi list.
Only a few talents such as Nanke, Chen Changsheng, Qiushanjun, and Gouhan Food knew that Xu Yourong’s strongest method was not swordsmanship.
Zhai Jian was found by Chen Changsheng from Zhou Yuan and sent back to Saint Maiden.
Daguangmingjian was integrated after she got the Zhaijian.
Tong Gong had been carried by her behind her since childhood.
On weekdays, no one can see this longbow.
It only appears when she needs it.
For example, this time.
Xu Yourong took out an arrow and put it on the string.
This is the Wu Jian.
She looked calm and raised her bow.
The movement is very smooth and smooth, with the feeling of flowing clouds and water, and it is like a superposition of more than ten pictures, which is extremely clear.
Pulling the bowstring, it gradually became like the moon worshiped by the northern demons.
Her eyelashes didn't blink.
Wind blows.
The white ritual is light.
The black hair also floated, parallel to the arrow.
The delicate fingers left the string.
Tong Gong made a sound.
It is said that tung wood is the best material for piano. No wonder it is so beautiful.
String sounds echoed in the grassland.
Arrows, come before the sound.
A few miles away.
A blood hole appeared in the eyebrow of a Demon Cavalry.
The blood hole is very round, and the edges are very smooth, and it even makes people want to describe it with the word delicate.
Then, Xu Yourong held the bow for the second time, the third time, the fourth time...
Her movements are always so stable, with a simple and clear beauty.
In a very short time, the arrow box was empty.
Thirty pieces of wujian left Tong Gong's string and flew into the night, riding straight to the wolf riding a few miles away.
The mumbling sound kept ringing.
The blood flower kept exploding.
The demon cavalry kept falling.
The cry of fear continued.
The wolf rides scattered.
Thirty arrows can only bring about 30 deaths at most.
From a logical point of view, spreading the formation is the best choice.
Xu Yourong raised the bow again, although there were no arrows.
This time, she spent significantly more time than before.
Finally, she loosened her bow.
The string was stained with a little blood, met the night wind, rubbed, and began to burn, producing a golden flame.
The arrows that penetrated the skull of the demon cavalry.
The arrows running through the body of the bloodthirsty giant wolf.
Those arrows that took death and then disappeared into the night... suddenly came back.
Thirty branches and arrows dragged the tail of the fire, chasing towards the scattered wolves on the grassland, like a burning firebird, like a bright meteor.
In Zhouyuan many years ago, at the end of Muyu, Nanke experienced a similar attack.
After that night, Xu Yourong used this method for the first time.
How can those wolf riders avoid it?
Puff puff puff puff.
The sound of wujian piercing hard things kept ringing on the grassland.
With the arrow of the fire tail, chasing the wolf ride, driving the night, wherever it is death.
I don't know how long it has passed before those sounds finally stopped.
The grassland under the night has returned to tranquility.
But it should be more dead.
Because this grassland has become a cemetery.
There are dead bodies everywhere in a few miles.
Neither the Demon Cavalry nor the Bloodthirsty Giant Wolf are dead, and no one is spared.
The grassland reflects the starlight, and it feels wet.
Not an empty mountain, but like a new rain.
Those are not drizzle, but blood.
Xu Yourong inserted Tong Gong into the ground.
Tong Gong is very long, standing taller than hers, and looks really like a harp.
In fact it is not a piano, but a tree.
In an instant, countless branches emerged from the Tong Gong, yielding countless green leaves, gently swaying with the night wind.
The fresh breath fell on her and Chen Changsheng like a waterfall, but also on Tucao.
Tukuo was peeking at her, startled, and then felt that the injury had improved at an unimaginable rate.
The green branch continued to grow and soon grew into a big tree.
This is a plane tree.
There is a Tonggong formation in this sycamore tree.
She pulled out the sword and walked to Chen Changsheng's side, looking at the mountain in the night sky.
"Indus can support eighty breaths, think about what else you can do."
Her temples were slightly wet, her expression was tired, and her eyes were still as calm as if she hadn't done anything.
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A lone sycamore tree suddenly appeared on the dark grassland.
Branches stretched out among thousands of swords, blocking the mountain in the night sky.
The combination of Tong Gong and Wu Jian is Wu Tong. The predecessors of Nanxizhai used the unimaginable wisdom and power to embed the Tonggong formation into the bow and arrow, which made it more powerful. Only such an artifact can resist the attack of legendary figures such as Yanzhishan people.
Of course, even this sycamore tree cannot sustain forever.
There were countless thunders on the grassland.
It was the sound of heavy mountain peaks driving the ground, and the sound of rocks and mud squeezing each other.
Yanzhishan people came towards them.
His speed is very slow, but there are no holes, like a moving mountain, giving people an unimaginable sense of oppression.
There is also a mountain in the night sky, dispersing the ancient and vicissitudes of breath, extremely heavy, making people feel heart-wrenching.
The sycamore tree clashed, hundreds of green leaves fell, and the trunk gradually bent, making a crunching sound, which seemed to be broken at any time.
Thousands of swords kept chopping towards the mountain, and the stone chips fell from time to time, and then dissipated into blue light in the air.
Chen Changsheng's eyelashes kept shaking, looking down at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xu Yourong asked him to find a way, if they couldn't figure it out, they might have to take a risk.
Chen Changsheng's temperament does not like to take risks, but he always stares at the ground at this time, and what can he come up with?
He could never see a flower on the ground.
In fact, Chen Changsheng is really looking at flowers.
Xiao Zhang lay unconscious on the ground.
The blank sheet of paper on his face was blown by the night wind, and the blood spots on it kept changing, looking like Lamei in the wind.
There are two holes left on the white paper, which are the positions of the eyes, the nose and the mouth are drawn with a pen.
That's where the name of the painting Xiao Zhang came from.
Why Xiao Zhang put a blank sheet of paper on his face is a question that everyone is curious about.
Some people say that he has a birthmark on his face, which is extremely ugly and ugly.
Some people say that he was born very beautiful. When he was young, he was often mistaken for a woman. He also often encountered some alternative troubles, so he covered his face.
The most famous and most accepted statement is that in order to surpass Wang Po, Xiao Zhang forcibly practised a certain evil Taoism. As a result, he caught fire and suffered serious injuries, especially when his face was nearly disfigured, so he covered it with white paper. It is said that the old man of Tianji once asked him why he didn’t need a mask or a hat. Xiao Zhang said that he used a white paper to cover his face, but he didn’t want to scare the children, and he wasn’t ashamed to see people. feel oppressed.
According to Chen Changsheng's understanding of Xiao Zhang, the dialogue between the elderly Tianji and Xiao Zhang in this story should be false. It is said that it is really just casual talk, then this statement may not be true by itself, Xiao Zhang's face There was no scary wound on it.
So what exactly is under the white paper?
Many people want to reveal this blank paper, but few people dare to do so, and those people are already dead.
At this time, Xiao Zhang was unconscious and wanted to see his true face. It was arguably the best opportunity.
This was indeed a great temptation, and Chen Changsheng seemed to be intolerable. He reached out and prepared to peel off the blank sheet of paper.
It's just that at this moment, the Demon Clan's strong enemies are in front, the pressure is like a mountain, and the situation is so dangerous, why does he still feel like this?
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(I don’t understand bows and arrows at all, but I especially like it. Because I think it’s beautiful, there are Yan Xiaoyi in Qingyu years. The most serious weapon I wrote in my life. When I went to Zetian Ji, my favorite was Xu Yourong’s use of bows and arrows. Although the number of times was very small, I was excited when I wrote it. When I wrote that she was fighting against Nanke, I would treat everyone. I said that your capacity is my bellflower, I love her, thank you. In the last chapter, I changed some typos and changed some sentences. Regarding the difference between Lamei and plum, some readers reminded me that I really don’t understand, anyway, this is Different world, let me paint the color, hehe.)
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