Chapter 125 One Bow and Nine Arrows

Wu Tianxing was stunned. He kept staring at him when he came to power, but he never thought that hatred would challenge him. You know, Wu Tianxing's shooting skills were unique in Cangyun. At any time, no one dared to be so presumptuous anywhere. At that time, Wu Tianxing surrendered with the magic skill of one bow and nine arrows. After subduing Hydra and becoming famous in World War I, Hydra belongs to the ancient mythical beast. Ordinary people can't even resist its move, but Wu Tianxing created a myth with the sharp arrow in his hand. How can the arrow god of Cangyun easily challenge it?

Although Xiaojiu and Ao Twelve were strong, it was later proved that they were indeed extraordinary, but many people were not optimistic about it. Dongfang Qing couldn't help laughing at first, and the people under the stage even booed. Ao Lie even doubted whether he was brainy. Zhanwu Tianxing is simply looking for shame.

"What's wrong with hating big brother?" Xiaojiu asked Ao Twelve.

Ao Twelve didn't say anything. From the beginning, when he came to Cangyun City, he found that his hatred was a little different. Now he actually wanted to challenge Wu Tianxing. It seems that he has his own ideas. In Ao Twelve's view, hatred is definitely not a person who ignores the overall situation, let alone a frivolous and impetuous person. He must be himself in doing so. My own intention.

But Wu Tianxing didn't think so. Looking at the hatred, he actually felt inexplicably nervous, but the man in front of him was very tricky in his eyes.

"Is he Wu Yi?" Wu Tianxing couldn't help asking himself over and over again.

For a long time, Wu Tianxing did not respond.

At a glance, Dongfang Xiaoqun thought that Wu Tianxing was angry. Thinking about it, how could anyone easily take action if his status had reached such a level? However, his attitude of hatred seemed to be very resolute. Dongfang Xiaoqun did not want to offend anyone. Wu Tianxing, a loyal and brave Marquis, was unrivaled in martial arts, and the Wutang in his hand was full of talents. Ji, the credit for Cangyun is very great, and hatred is the best of the young generation. To offend him is equivalent to offending all the soldiers of Cangguan. Xiaojiu and Ao Twelve are extraordinary. Without these young blood, it can't be said that it is not a loss of vicissitudes.

weighing it over and over again, Dongfang Xiaoqun had to ask tentatively, "Will Zhongyong Hou accept the challenge of General Po Li?"

Wu Tianxing didn't say anything, but looked at the hatred tightly.

"Godfather, the city lord calls you!" Niu Meng beside him looked at Wu Tianxing in a stunned way and quickly reminded him.

Dongfang Xiaoqun now doesn't know what Wu Tianxing was thinking. Seeing that he didn't answer or get angry, he asked again.

"Would you like to accept the challenge of General Po Li?"

"I accept it!" As soon as Wu Tianxing's words came out, it shocked the whole audience. It was amazing that a person who had achieved an amazing shooting skill actually agreed to the challenge of hatred.

The people on the scene suddenly talked about it. After all, Wu Tianxing is irreplaceable in their hearts. Although the hatred is now famous, it is still very abrupt in the eyes of the people. In the battle with Wu Tianxing, hatred is bound to lose. At least the vast majority of people think so.

"Zhongyonghou agreed, twelve!" Xiaojiu is also a little surprised. He really doesn't know what hatred is thinking now. Now the hatred is not like the hate brother he knew before.

"I know, believe and hate brother, Xiaojiu, he has his own reasons!" Ao Twelve said slowly.

"What's the reason?" Xiaojiu asked again.

"I don't know either!" Ao Twelve looked at the hatred, and he had vaguely guessed something in his heart.

Wu Tianxing slowly stood up, "What do you want to compare?"

Hate showed a wry smile, "Zhongyonghou's shooting skills are invincible in the world. Of course, what I challenge is your shooting skills."

Without Wu Tianxing's expectation, Wu Tianxing nodded and officially accepted the game.

Hate slowly walked down the ring. Of course, the shooting competition could not be competed in such a narrow ring. Because they did not expect such a result, Dongfang Xiaoqun had to temporarily arrange a shooting competition in the open space in front of the ring. The imperial city army quickly moved the target and took the bow and arrows, and their hearts also It's very exciting. After all, this is Wu Tianxing's game. No matter whether you win or lose, it is very content to see the elegant demeanor of the clouds and arrow gods.

Dongfang Xiaoqun looked at the arrow targets that had been set and sat steadily aside, while the people next to him also consciously stood in two rows, stretching out their heads to look at the two people who were about to appear.

Wu Tianxing's magic skill of one bow and nine arrows has long been spread all over the clouds, and what he hates is only the magic skill of one bow and eight arrows. Although the two are only one difference in the number of arrows, there is also a big difference. In terms of shooting skills, it is still possible to increase from one bow and one bow and three arrows, but the later, It will be very difficult to add one arrow, especially the last arrow, which depends not only on hard work, but also on talent.

For such a game, Dongfang Xiaoqun didn't know how to compete for a while. It was impossible to know who shot more or how the two of them shot.

Wu Tianxing and hate came out at the same time. Looking at hate, Wu Tianxing couldn't help asking, "General Po Li, how do you want to compare?"

Hate picked up a bow string, looked at Wu Tianxing, and said calmly, "The most powerful shooting skill of Zhongyonghou is one bow and nine arrows. How about one bow and nine arrows today?"

With one bow and nine arrows, does hatred also reach such a state?

Ao Twelve and Xiaojiu were stunned at the same time, and every word they said was too unexpected.

"Oc, how do you want to compare?" Wu Tianxing's heart changed from nervousness to excitement. In front of him, no one dared to mention a bow and nine arrows, and hatred was the first.

"There are nine arrow targets in front of us. The two of us launch at the same time. Who can hit the most targets is the winner? However, all the arrows should hit the center of the target. As long as there is a slightest deviation, it is considered to be out of the target. How about that?

"Very good, simple enough, refreshing enough!" Wu Tianxing cheered for a while, and he had not been so energetic for a long time. He seemed to have returned to the battlefield of Miaojiang in those years. He was so happy.

The voices of the two were not loud, but they were very clear. In order to distinguish their arrows, the imperial army painted red paint on the tail of the hateful arrow, while Wu Tianxing was white.

Dongfang Xiaoqun looked at the two and felt unprecedented excitement. It was not his concern about which one could win between the young arrow god and Wu Tianxing, which had become a myth. He knew that this game would definitely spread everywhere in the clouds, and the excitement of this game would definitely make him unforgettable for life.

"Marquis, General Po Li, are you ready?"

Each of them picked up nine sharp arrows and put them on the bow string. These long bows are the most common bow strings in the barracks. The strength required may be relatively large for ordinary people, but they have no weight for these two people who appear now. Witnessing extraordinary games in ordinary times is the realm that masters need to do.

Both of them are masters of shooting. Once they prepare for the game, it is like coming to the battlefield. The heart of hatred is very calm. Years of nightmares will completely disappear, and Wu Tianxing does not slack off at all. People who are intoxicated with arrows will forget everything once they get the arrows in their hands. In their hearts, now Only the game, a fair and just game.

The nine arrow targets are located in front of the two people, about 20 feet away from them. Such a distance is not far, and of course it is not close.

"Both of you are ready. I'll start right away!" The imperial army was more nervous than the two people in the competition, reminding them again and raising the flag.

There was silence around, and no one spoke, and everyone looked closely at the target in front of them.

"Prepare, let go!" With the order of the imperial army, the nine sharp arrows on the bow strings of the two people flew violently towards the arrow target with a red flame at the same time, and there was a rhythmic sound of breaking through the air.