092 arrow rain

The silver wolf clenched his fist slightly and felt that his strength was gradually losing. It turned out that with the change of the environment, the great lama had launched an attack.

"Wow~" The silver wolf gave a short howling, rolled up a piece of yellow sand and rushed to the two arhat projections in front of him. This was his first battle as a wolf god envoy. He just took these three highly capable masters to test what his strength was.

In an instant, the yellow sand in this field was full of sky, and the sound of ping-pong impact and roar kept coming out, as if several giant beasts were fighting in it.

Agui and Alu both looked into the distance. The faint energy fluctuation from the ground on that day showed that there was a high-level battle going on. Agui couldn't wait to come to the scene to see more. It was too difficult to judge the battle situation by a trace of shock like this.

Aru's eyes closed and seized the signals in the sky with her super spiritual power. She had seen such a powerful battle, but that was before it was sealed. At that time, such a strong man on the mainland forced the army composed of demon elites back into the space channel.

At the same time, Mingbayar looked at the distant sky with a smile. He could feel from the energy fluctuations that the two sides were competing or fighting between life and death. So far, the two sides have not worked hard, so he was not nervous, but he couldn't guess who could compete with the three Bayar-level masters.

With a loud bang, Huangsha and Luohan disappeared. The silver wolf and the three Bayar sat on the grass. It turned out that the spell skills on the present scriptures had a time limit. Just now, the golden Luohan and the four-armed Luohan did not completely defeat the Silver Wolf King until they disappeared, and the sea in the great lama's six rebirth sutras. Sangtian Fantasy was also broken in the final outbreak of the three people. As a result, the three Bayar's full resistance only resulted in bleeding from the corners of the silver wolf king's mouth and dirty hair.

"Hahaha~~It's cool!" The silver wolf took the lead in standing up and shaking his body gently. The dead branches and sand all fell down, and he became the cold and handsome man in the silver robe.

"His Royal Highness the Wolf King is really strong, and I admire him." The big lama whispered.

"Humph, don't give me ecstasy. I'll go to Na Damu this time. As long as people don't provoke me, I will never kill. As for the boy who shot me with two arrows..." The Silver Wolf King smiled evilly: "If they are the eagles of the grassland, they can continue to live. If they are a coward, I Just take their lives!"

With a long roar, the silver wolf turned into a silver light and advanced towards the Shuanghu Plain.

"I didn't expect that the Silver Wolf King had become so strong. It turned out that our practice could not be compared with the divine messenger." On the upper body of the picture door**, I don't know where the already shabby red robe has fallen.

"If Ming'an is added and the three of us form the Sun Moon Star Three Talent Array, I don't believe this silver wolf can beat it!" Buren was tidying up his robe angrily. The three fought the most fiercely just now, so except for the silver wolf's skin, Tumen and Buren's robes were useless.

"Oh, I'm old and useless," the big lama said, slowly stood up, patted his robes and asked the two Bayar of Ulan Temple: "The great lama, I'm going back to recuperate. You two are going to the big Cullen. I hope you will bother more about the silver wolf."

"Brother, don't worry, everything is created. The three of us can try our best to stop the silver wolf in exchange for a promise."

"Heavenly Tao is the most happy change. Who knows what kind of trouble the silver wolf king will cause when he runs to the big Cullen..." The old lama slowly walked to the depths of the grassland. Although everyone is commensurate with his brothers and the teachings are also in the same line, but in the end, there is too much disagreement about the cause and effect of fate, and they can only be generalized with each other.

"What a powerful force!" The ghost looked at the distance with his eyes and said, "It turns out that there are such wonderful people on the grassland. It seems that I have come to the right time. If only I could find them to have a try."

"Wouldn't they slap you down when I saw them?" Alu joked and said, "In my era, there were still many people like this in the mainland. At least 30 or 40 such strong people came to the scene when they fought against our demon clan. Otherwise, the elite army of our demon clan could have defeated so quickly and so miserable..."

Agui looked at Alu's deep little face and didn't say anything. He had understood from Alu's words that the deeds of the demon clan in those years were originally two worlds living well, because a god's instructions were to seize other people's territory. As a result, the demon clan came and was severely beaten by the mainland strong men, and finally abandoned their armor and fled. Back, even Alu was sealed in confusion.

As for the final result of the war between the mainland and the demon world, Alu is not clear, but now that the mainland is still in the hands of human beings, the demon clan must have failed.

"Can you win tomorrow?" Alu has been watching it for so many years and stirred up the topic after a little silence. He is a serious archer. I don't think anyone can see your arrow except afar away, right?

"Ha ha, I should be able to beat him," Agui confidently raised his hand and took out his 40-stone strong bow from the wood crystal core. While touching the strong bow, he said, "Do you know why that Zhebie conceded defeat with only four arrows today? That's his biggest weakness and my strength. You can see it tomorrow..."

The Moon Lake Samurai will challenge Zhebye with bows and arrows!

This news spread among the grassland knights like the wind. If the swordsmanship of the mainland warriors can be compared with the Delis, there is nothing to say, but the Delis people persistently believe that they are invincible in the world!

The vast grassland gave Delis a spacious mind, but the ghost's bold challenge directly ignited the anger in the hearts of Delis warriors!

When the moon rose, a large number of Delis knights rode their horses to the moon lake. The ghost still stood alone on the earth bag as usual, like a proud swordsman quietly waiting for his opponent to come up.

Gerletu took his carved bow to another earth bag 60 steps away. Like last night's outfit, he still carried a pot of arrows on his shoulder.

"God bless Tengri!" Geriletu held the big bow high and prayed to his god, and the ghost also raised his strong bow. The two looked at each other, and then pulled out an arrow and put it on the bow.

The ghost is different from Geriletu, and the ground in front of him is full of a bucket of arrows!

With a bang, the two of them shot the arrow in their hands at the same time, and the firing of Zhebe-level bows and arrows began.

None of the knights at the foot of the mountain cheered or shouted. Everyone honestly looked at the arrows flying back and forth like fireworks on their heads. Compared with the arrows carefully aimed at by Geriletu, the ghost's side was simply a launch platform. From the second arrow, the ghost Keep a constant frequency of drawing arrows, arches, shooting, and drawing arrows!

In the eyes of everyone, the arrows of the white tail are like a row of light belts connected to the beginning and tail, directly connecting the 60-step mountain bag, and the red arrow feather of Grytu is like a small fish in the huge wave, which is submerged by the white arrow feathers after a little struggle.

Gerletu began to be able to shoot off the arrows shot by the ghost with his own arrows, but in the face of such dense and accurate arrow feathers, even the Zhebe-level Geriletu could not stand it. There has never been such an archer on the grassland!

The power of a strong bow of about 30 to 40 stones. Every time an arrow is shot, one of the archer's arms has to endure the process of arching. After two or even ten times, the hand that pulls the string will bear a great burden, even completely pulled and unable to shoot arrows again!

The warrior in front of Gezhiletu almost shot more than 30 arrows in a short time! Not only is the speed the same, but even the accuracy has not changed!

The knights standing near the ghost felt the most shocked. The banging strings seemed to be a xylophone playing a low and peaceful tune. Even if a bright red feather arrow on the other side of Ghirletu drilled through the ghost's arrow rain and shot it in front of the ghost, he could shoot it with an arrow without tension! Then there was an inevitable string sound in the frequency, and another white feather arrow flew to the opposite hill!

"Oh, my Tengri, my God! What kind of monster is this!" Many knights' backs were soaked with cold sweat, and none of them expected that the Zhebei-level shooting would become the current situation.

Two or three Zhebe on the opposite may not be able to shoot the warrior in front of him. He is like an accurate machine, without fatigue, no pause, no panic, and so he survives the opposite Zhebe with such an arrow.

Gerletu endured the soreness on his arm and finally shot the eleventh arrow today. Although he often practiced arm strength, he had never shot so intensively. This time he really saw the legendary diffuse archer.

In the war legend of Delis, although the powerful archer is not a senior warrior, he can resist the attack of hundreds of people with a strong bow and countless feathers!

If the ghost's feather arrows are aimlessly shot, Geriletu doesn't have to work so hard, but every arrow of the ghost is so accurate, which is horrible and accurate!