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Chapter 651 Advance ([-])

The person who shot such an arrow and killed the one-eyed eagle archer was actually Mr. Nanze, a rookie.

I don't know if this Mongolian No. [-] archer, who knows the guy who killed him, only has half a year to practice bows and arrows, will he be so angry that he will cheat his body on the spot.

As for Mr. Nanze, why did he find this number one archer as his target?

Originally, in Hu Biao's shout of "kill these eagle shooters", the names of these rookies were not mentioned at all.

Naturally, it means that in the heart, in fact, there is no expectation at all for the archery skills of these rookies.

After all, Hu Biao, the street commander, naturally knows how good the rookies under his command are in archery.

But after such an order fell into the ears of the tea profiteer, the rookie became a little unconvinced.

Cursing and cursing, with a voice that only he can hear, he cursed:
"What the hell! This is looking down on someone. I killed a carving shooter high and low to let you know how good it is."

In the following time, after shooting out another arrow and killing a Mongolian ten-head, the number of Mongolians killed by Nanze reached nine, which was on par with the rookie Yuanhai in the same period.

Suddenly a bold idea emerged in my heart, planning to kill a big fish.

The result is to shoot the bow and set the arrow, that is, to see the scene where the old snake hit the shoulder of the one-eyed carving archer, but failed to kill the opponent with one arrow.

Instinctively, he let go of the bowstring at his fingertips, and it was regarded as making up an arrow.

Because the fighter plane was gone in a flash at that time, he didn't even have time to aim carefully; he shot such an arrow entirely by feeling.

Unexpectedly, such an arrow was like a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, and it hit the target by an unusual coincidence.

In general, the Old Snake should have taken [-]% or more of the credit for killing this Mongolian No. [-] marksman.

Of course, Mr. Nanze doesn't see it that way.

Seeing the divine eagle covering his oily face with his hands, and collapsing to the ground with his whole body powerless, this bastard started to yell without a word:

"Look, it's true that my brother is a doctor, but his talent in archery is also quite amazing.

I don't know about Hu Biao, what if because of such a thing, I must be made to develop mainly in the direction of snipers in the future?
You know I'd rather be a doctor than a sniper? "

Hearing such a sentence, because the direction of usual practice is more inclined to the sword and shield hand and the spear hand, the watchdog and Shi Polu can't wait to be a big force.

Even if you can hold back such a watchdog with a poisonous mouth and a habit of poking people's lungs.

He also cursed in his mouth: "What the hell! Nanze, why is your mouth so hard? Let me ask you, if you really die; your mouth can be stewed in a pressure cooker for three hours. Is it?"

"Three hours, it won't be stewed for a day~" Mr. Nanze replied in an awesome way.

As for the old snake that fell to the ground, Mr. Nanze gave up his efforts to treat it just by looking at the location where the arrow should be in the left ventricle.

He didn't yell at Hu Biao again, "The old snake is dead"; instead, he should brag and continue to brag.

The battlefield is a place where people grow up at an astonishing rate...

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However, Mr. Nanze obviously doesn't know what it means to be sad when extreme joy arises.

In other words, it was a very normal thing. No one knew on the battlefield that he would lose his life because of a small incident.

While he was bragging, he was distracted for a while, and Slanted Jab shot another arrow towards his face; another hoodwinked divine eagle shot at this target.

The speed of that arrow was astonishing, the same as that of Yuan Hai just now, Mr. Nanze had no time to react, and that heavy arrow just pierced his visor.

The difference is that Mr. Nanze was a little luckier.

He felt an astonishing sharp pain immediately after the arrow shot through the tip of his nose; he threw his head back, and fell heavily to the ground.

At that moment, tears, snot and blood were mixed together, which made a person very sick.

However, being able to feel severe pain and nausea meant that at least this guy was not dead. Compared with being killed by an arrow, he should be much luckier.

It's just such luck that it doesn't seem to have any practical effect.

Because Nanze knows one thing clearly, under the current battlefield, every combat force is extremely critical; where can we find a manpower to take such a seriously wounded man as him to act together.

To put it bluntly, even when Hu Biao fell to the ground, no one cares about him.

It's just that after knowing his own life and entering the countdown, Mr. Nanze, who was in a panic when the battle started, calmed down completely.

Even at this moment, he planned to make another big ticket before he died.

With this in mind, he groped for a red cloth bag in the belt around his waist with his right hand.

The reason why it was wrapped in bright red cloth was because the contents inside were obtained from Immortal Baicao, some highly poisonous powder called 'Duan Hun San'.

It is said that as long as you inhale some in your mouth and nose, if you don't take a good antidote immediately, you will die from the poison soon.

So Yuan Hai decided to act as a human poison mine, specifically, after those men caught up with him, he would throw out this pack of 'Ban Huan San', poisoning some opponents before dying.

Of course, such a plan has a premise.

That is Mr. Nanze, who felt that he was getting weaker and weaker when Mengren caught up. If this guy hasn't died yet...

In the following time, Mr. Nanze, who was lying on the ground with an arrow stuck in his face, watched a pair of boots with steel plates unique to the Xuan Ge camp step over his head.

Even in this process, someone stepped on him directly.

Good guy!After counting the armor and weapons on their bodies, almost none of the heroes of the Xuan Ge camp weighed less than 260 catties.

With such a weight stepped on, this tea profiteer in the modern plane almost slipped into the pocket of his trousers.

In short, during such a difficult waiting process, Mr. Nanze felt that every second was such a torment.

Fortunately, when his vision became somewhat blurred, he finally saw a figure with a strong smell of sheep stepping over him first.

There is no doubt that it was the Mongolian chasing and killing Zhanzhen's ass all the way.

With the last of his strength, he threw the red cloth bag in his right hand up to a height of three meters.

After throwing away the red cloth bag, Mr. Nanze, who had finished the last thing on his mind, was relieved when he held a breath in his heart, and he died completely when his head tilted.

Because of this, he didn't see the powder in the red cloth bag spread with the wind.

In an area within a radius of more than twenty square meters, the Mongolian people who rushed up in a dense formation fell to the ground after inhaling a little.

Foaming from his mouth, his hands were strangling his neck tightly, his appearance was extremely miserable.

After Nanze fell to the ground, he closed his eyes, and there was still 650 meters away from the high platform where Guo Xiang was.

If you pay attention to observe, you can find that the breathing of the Mo Dao fighters is already a little heavy...

(End of this chapter)