I conquer the cultivation world by drawing cards

Chapter 90 Golden bow and silver bullet, long-range attack

The girl turned her face slightly, half of her outline seemed to be coated with a layer of gold by the sun. Her skin was pale and almost transparent, and the feeling of brokenness became stronger. Hearing Yang Jian's question, she was startled, blinked lightly, and then Harmlessly bending his brows and eyes, his face was full of sincerity:
"It's nothing, I just think that the fluttering eagle and the roaring dog are so brave."

It's nothing, I just want to see whether the strength of Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch is also so brave.

Su Changqing thought so in her heart.

"..."

Yang Jian looked at her with lowered eyebrows, his sharp black eyes were like a falcon, fierce and powerful, with a faint murderous aura, making people feel a strong sense of oppression, but at this moment, he felt a little helpless.

Did this girl forget that since she summoned him, they have been connected with each other, and he can clearly feel what she is thinking at this time.

Su Changqing pursed her lips and looked at him innocently.

What bad thoughts does she have?

It's just that the filter for his idol is too high, and I want to see the fight scene of this well-known God of War in Heaven.

Yang Jian glanced at her calmly, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and his armor flowing like moonlight, then he looked away, and his eyes fell on the Punching Eagle and Roaring Dog who were fighting with the Snow Wolf Monster Beast. Bi is not a hawk or a dog, but—

If the strength is not enough, the quantity will come together.

The number of snow wolf monsters has not decreased, and they cannot be killed. Pairs of greedy and bloodthirsty eyes are staring at the humans who attacked them.

They are constantly crawling forward and surrounded, with noisy and disorderly roars from their mouths. The shrill and shrill screams are wrapped in flying dust, with a bone-piercing chill, rolling up a cold vortex. The organization is generally divided into several teams, and they attack Zhou Baichuan and Wu Ziang, Meng Cang and Su Changqing respectively.

Ferocious, like a wild beast that has been taken off its shackles.

Of course, Roaring Dog and Beating Eagle are no exception.

The snow wolf monster hates each of them equally.

Su Changqing frowned, and when she was about to move, Yang Jian was already in front of her. The young man's brows were stern, as if indicating imminent killing intent. The next moment, the golden bow hanging around his waist was held by him. One of the hands was holding a silver bullet, and he pulled the bowstring suddenly, and dozens of silver bullets were fired at once.

The strong wind blew past, and the silver bullet shot out with great force, with a kind of cold and almost sharp cruelty, as if rushing to the cliff to shoot a stormy sea to attack the group of monsters and beasts.

"Bang bang bang-"

One after another, the snow wolf monsters had no time to howl, a bloodstain spewed out between the eyebrows, the blood dripped, and the figure was suddenly knocked away several meters away, and the cracking sound of the flesh and blood was accompanied by blood splattering , but fell to the ground in an instant.

Billowing smoke and dust rose again.

Yang Jian's right arm was tense, he held the bow, and reloaded. Dozens of silver bullets burst out again brazenly, creating a violent wave. Every silver bullet shot quickly never missed, and all of them pierced through the eyebrows of the monster.

There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and with the arc of blood splashing, dozens of snow wolf monsters were blown into the air and fell to the ground.

The green grass has been splashed with blood, stained with a sticky scarlet color, dazzling and cold.

Suffering severe injuries one after another, the group of snow wolves and beasts became more and more ferocious, roaring fiercely and furiously, attacking even more madly and ferociously, leaping towards several people as if crazy, the dark green flames on their bodies swelled several feet , as if to burn the enemy into ashes.

The fluttering eagle and the roaring dog are alright, and they still seem to be able to deal with these snow wolf monsters with ease.

It was Zhou Baichuan and Meng Cang who suffered so much. Although they were monks at the golden core stage, they couldn't bear the constant consumption. At this moment, their breath gradually weakened and their offensive slowed down.

Their eyes unconsciously fell on the young man standing in the center, and the only thought that popped up in their hearts was——

This man is so strong!

However, the current situation did not allow them to be distracted. The roaring snow wolf monster burst into a long and sharp howl, and its attacks became more and more ferocious.

Zhou Baichuan, Meng Cang and the others wiped the blood and smoke from their faces, and concentrated on dealing with the snow wolf monster. The flames shot out one after another burst like a red dragon, and their fists and legs danced like lightning and silver. The snake is light.

And Yang Jian holds the golden bow, looking at the crazy monsters coldly and sternly, his tall and straight figure is like a bamboo forest hiding the wind and rain, the light of the golden bow flows like water, and the silver bullet is caught in his slender fingers.

He reloaded and pulled the bow Shi Shiran, and the silver bullet shot out, the violent spirit rushed out of the silver streamer, and the frenzied wind whirled out, breaking through the defense line of the snow wolf monster group in an instant.

Where the silver bullet hit, no one survived, the roar disappeared in an instant, and the attacking monsters fell to the ground one after another.

Su Changqing stood behind Yang Jian, without blinking her eyes, looking at the young man's hand in front of her with burning eyes, it was a golden bow and silver bullet, it was worthy of a long-range attack weapon, and it really never stops a thousand miles away.

It was the first time she saw the general playing with a slingshot, and he played it so gracefully.

As expected of True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao.

The majestic aura of heaven and earth on Yang Jian's body keeps out dust and hurricanes, and his silver armor is not stained with dust. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across his calm eyes like cold stars, as if he disliked such an attack for being too small to make a fuss. .

He pondered for a while, then put away his golden bow for a moment, and stretched out a hand with sharp bones.

(End of this chapter)