Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

The rain of blood is flying, the dusk is misty, and the setting sun is dark red. I don't know whether it is the blood reflecting the red setting sun, or the setting sun shining red on the ground.
Since the snow fell, the weather has been warm for a while.

Facing the fourth-level mercenaries, these guards were also somewhat timid.

Feng Xiliang's green silk fluttered in the wind, damn it, who sent these killers, raised his sharp sword and pointed at the sky, and shouted from afar: "Who dares to retreat, destroy the nine clans."

His voice was incomparably indifferent, but it spread extremely far through internal force. As soon as the words came out, the guards kept getting closer and started fighting again. [

There was a lot of fighting below, and no one paid attention to a small figure, holding an iron arrow in his hand, constantly instilling internal strength in his hand.

The cold wind blows slowly, blowing Luo Liuling's hair continuously fluttering in the air, the five fingers keep shrinking, the footsteps keep standing firmly, the arrow pointing directly at a certain place, moving slowly with the opponent's movement, taking a deep breath , the five fingers loosened slowly, and it was like a gust of wind was poured into it in an instant.

With a sudden release of the hand, the arrow in his hand is like a meteor shower!Shengsheng cut off the sound of fighting together.

Feng Xiliang only felt a fierce gust of wind behind him, mixed with an incomparably domineering aura, from behind him, a sharp whistling sound tore through the sky!

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. Everyone opened their mouths wide and were stunned. Looking at the whistling iron arrow, they suddenly felt cold.

At this time, there was silence, and there were killing sounds just now, but now it has become a piece of tranquility under this sudden change.

An arrow is amazing, between front and back, but in an instant.

"My lord."

Following a few roars, Feng Xiliang's body was pierced by the arrow, and his mouth opened, protruding blood rain.

Feng Xiliang never thought that the domineering arrow made him unable to dodge it.

The figure fell from the horse, and the guards immediately caught it.

Looking up one after another, there is a figure holding a silver bow, maintaining an archery posture, standing high on a raised stone, the black clothes are faintly distinct, and the petite figure, although the face cannot be seen, gives people a peerless look. The feeling of elegance.

God!At such a distance, who could shoot such a powerful and shockingly accurate arrow? The guards were dumbfounded, and the sharp sword in their hands almost fell to the ground.

Such a powerful person, even the prince was injured. It seems that he is destined to die here today.

Feng Xiliang gritted his teeth against the severe pain and raised his head from the ground. When he looked at it from a distance, his eyes almost fell off. The figure of that person was so familiar.

"retreat."

While everyone was in a daze, a cold voice came from afar.

The fourth-level mercenary beside him immediately flashed and left.

Looking back, I saw the archer rode his horse from a distance, with a heroic neck, lazily and comfortably, riding his horse and raising his whip, followed by many men in black, who swung his whip and left. [

At this moment, everyone's eyes, whether they could see it or not, were completely looking at the black shadow that was too small compared to the army!

His eyes followed her back all the time, and when he repented, he realized that the prince had passed out.

"Quick, quick, give it to the prince."

The two guards, Mo Li and Mo Huan, immediately took out the good medicine they had with them, and narrowed their eyes slightly when they saw the arrow on Feng Xiliang's chest. The arrow looked serious, but it didn't hit the heart.

He couldn't help but glanced back at the place where Luo Liuling had left, who was that person, how could he be so familiar.