Chapter 352 Fengling Black Bow
Under the strange eyes of the commandment ghost, countless people actually calmed down. Looking at these people, he proudly walked to the center of the nine-killing platform. The air is humid, the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the black clouds stand high as if you can see it by raising your hand...
"Hmm, what a great prestige."
Li Jingtian withdrew his eyes, and his face seemed to be twirling out of water.
"Master, let me destroy their majesty." Fengshen said, he also looked disdainful, " so that these extra people can also know that I am not uninhabited in the Xuanhuang Dynasty."
Li Jingtian said coldly, "It's not the right time yet. If people in the virtual world take action, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble..." Fengshen knows the meaning of Master's words. The realm above the virtual world is not small. There must be flying sand and stones, and the wind and clouds will change. At that time, I'm afraid it will be extracurricular. It may cause some unexpected troubles. The commandment is not a real move. Speaking of which, it's still some eventful people who cause trouble for themselves in order to show the benefit of their words...
Fengshen did not care about these. He said in his heart, "I have to go secretly to see the strange commandment ghost, but it depends on what tricks it has..." Thinking in his heart, he picked up the old wine of Chunyang on the ground and poured it into his mouth fiercely...
Dozens of people from the Tianmo Empire, led by the Tianmo Crazy Lion, came to the highest place of the nine-killing platform while talking. The group stopped and stood still, admonished Guitou Tuo and the Great Ninja Moon monk and others to consciously stand behind.
The desert lion Bismarck turned his lion-like head and swept through the crowd, and countless people were silent. The deterrent momentum emanating from Bismarck's body is indeed extraordinary...
Bisma said in a stiff Xuanhuang language, "Dear Xuanhuang people, we are from the great desert empire in the north of your country, and this time we are here for your friendship..." There were boos in the crowd... That day, as if he hadn't heard of it, he still said slowly, "The leader of the black army in your country is a strong man. I'm here to ask for advice. I hope..." Although his voice is not loud, it is powerful, like muffled thunder rolling in a dark cloud, and its penetration is extremely strong. People feel their eardrums trembling...
Although Bismarck looks stiff, he is an extremely cunning person. What was said is magnificent, but it can't hide the arrogance in the words. He originally wanted to use this competition to promote the prestige of the Desert Empire...
The edge of the crowd is full of little people who can't squeeze in. They are the most powerful promoters of the atmosphere. On the edge of the lively crowd, a tall man is standing there quietly. Although there was an excited crowd around him, he stood inside with a cold and quiet look... Dressed in white, holding a broad black sword in his arms. His face is like white jade, and the outline between his eyebrows is clear, which makes people dare not look at it. His body exudes a temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away. If you look closely, you can see the deep loneliness in his eyes. Although he is in the world, his heart is outside the world... If Han Feng stands here, he will definitely know this person. The two are Liu Baiyi, the prodigal swordsman who met several times in Wuhuang City...
His eyes looked at the distance, but crossed the desert lion on the high platform and looked at a group of men and women slowly coming in the distance...
A plain dress floated in. Like a white lotus, it is the Murong Ruxue of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. Next to her were Qingyue and Yan Wuqing. Behind him are Lan Yingying and Tu Jinlong... A burly black figure walks behind, but it is a crazy black brother... Murong Ruxue frowned slightly and looked dozens of feet away, but he was a young man in white. Stand there like a sword. The two's eyes closed in the air... Murong Ruxue whispered, "This man is extraordinary. Let's be careful." A voice sounded beside him, "Why is he here?" Murong Ruxue turned her head and looked at the crazy black brother behind him, and Man said, "Does Mr. Black know him?" Although Crazy Black Brother has always claimed to be Han Feng's subordinates, Murong Ruxue and others have never neglected him. Murong Ruxue called himself Mr. Hei Ge. Sometimes, the name of Mr. Black is simplified...
Crazy Black Brother nodded and gently spit out eight words from his mouth, "White clothes wins snow, Liu Bai clothes." Only these eight words are enough. Who in the world hasn't heard these eight words?......
Liu Baiyi withdrew his eyes, and there was a slight doubt in his eyes, "Why is he missing?" No one knows who he refers to in his words...
At this time, the crowd suddenly sounded applause and shouting. In the thunderous sound, a dark cloud surged up from under the high platform...
The black ribbon is bright. Horses are like black dragons, and people are like black gods. The horse's hoof touched the dark red boulder, like an extremely huge stone drum... The sound suddenly sounded, echoed in the wilderness, and even the dark clouds in the sky rolled uneasily...
In the blink of an eye, the black clouds had surged in front of the crowd, and the crowd began to panic. Suddenly, a voice sounded, "Stop!"
Dozens of black horses, Herod, roared, and suddenly stood up, and then his front hooves fell, neat and uniform, which was shocking. Those black dragons and horses have shiny black fur and small ears like bamboo. The four hooves are bigger than the mouth of the bowl, and the ponytail is like a brush. Wearing armor made of black gold... The immediate soldier is also dressed in black armor, extremely precious, and his eyes are full of force. He wears a strong bow and a hard crossbow at his waist and a black knife diagonally on his back. The heroic force is the elite of the Xuanhuang Dynasty - the black army.
"Rem on the horse."
A short and deep voice came. Dozens of men slammed and got off the horse from their legs, in an unusually neat posture, like a person...
As soon as the man got off the horse, he quickly stood in two rows, and then stood opposite each other with a bang. His arms drooped and shouted in unison: "Please command."
A burly and tall figure strode from the back of the team to the front of the men. The crowd couldn't help shouting. What a momentum...
Sikonglittian nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked forward with his head. Dozens of men behind him walked solemnly. The intention of killing spread around. Everyone couldn't help holding their breath and looking at this group of magnificent men and walking to the front desk...
"Fanbang, don't be talky, I'm coming." Sikong's voice echoed everywhere on the high platform, and his laughter was like thunder. It should be a little bit of power added... The momentum is average, fierce and fierce...
The desert lion Bismarck stood in the field, with his eyes like electricity, quietly staring at the rainbow-like sky. He also responded with a long smile and said in a loud voice, "General Sikong, no matter how you fail, I will respect you as a good man. The Xuanhuang Dynasty can have a man like you, which makes me look at you with new eyes. I'll give you a whole body..."
"Bah, fart, you will fail. I will transport your body back to your men." Sikong Ritian said angrily.
Bisma's expression was not angry at Sikong's words and said coldly, "General Sikong, although I admire your courage. However, temporary courage alone can't solve the problem, which will only make people laugh..." His voice was indifferent and cold, with indescribable confidence.
Sikong split the sky and laughed angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, see the real chapter under your hands." He casually untied the huge uncohered bow from his waist...
At this time, there were suddenly a few unmarked sighs in the crowd. Li Jingtian, a national master, chewed the chicken in his mouth twice and slowly swallowed it. The wind god beside him sighed and said, "Sikong cracked the sky!" The national master turned his head and stared at him and said, "Bry the wine here." Fengshen obediently handed over the wine pot in his hand...
It's also strange that when the huge black curved bow was held in his hand, Sikong Ritian's whole temperament suddenly changed. It's like walking from the hottest equator to the extremely cold polar regions...
Bismarck stared at the huge bow in Sikong Riftian's hand and suddenly said, "Fengling sculptor, made of Xuantie, passed the essential oil 99 times... It can shoot more than 10,000 feet..." Sikong Ritian raised his eyes and grinned, "Good eyesight." From what the other party said, he knew that the other party came from the army and was very proficient in the production of military weapons... While talking, Sikong Ritian had already added a feather arrow in his hand and said, "I only have three moves of this arrow. If you take it, I will lose on the bow and arrow."
When he spoke, his footsteps stopped heavily on the ground, and the sky suddenly jumped up. In the sound of ah, a carved arrow flew to the desert lion Bisma in the distance in the sharp sound of breaking the sky. Many people in the crowd couldn't help admiring, "What a strong force." Looking at Sikong Riftan pulling away the huge black bow, it turned out to be like a child's toy. Just gently use two fingers to pull the black bow string with one touch. The huge black bow has already been like a full moon...
The deserted lion's face is indifferent, his eyes are like electricity, and his feet are motionless. It seems that I haven't seen Sikong Riftian playing bow and archery. The sharp bow and arrow cut through the air, and as soon as it sounded, it had disappeared. People looked at the field, and their eyes were astonished. Between the two fingers of the deserted lion, it was quietly placed in the front half of their chest. There was a feather arrow with a phoenix feather between the cracks in the fingers, and the arrowhead flashed with a cold light...
The desert lion Bisma smiled strangely and said, "General Sikong, don't play these children's tricks..." While talking, his fingers were slightly forceful, and the arrow in his hand had been broken into two pieces. He seems to know that his opponent is testing him...
A long smile came from the place where Sikong Riftian stood. His tiger waist sank down, and two phoenix feather arrows appeared on the black curved bow. With a string ring, the two feather arrows suddenly turned into a sharp wind and shot head-on at the desert lion...
Two feather arrows, one in front and one behind, take the eyes of the desertion lion respectively. This speed is overwhelming, breaking the front arrow, often ignoring the back arrow...