The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Nangongchen's expression was a little stiff. Looking at the bloody arrows on the flagpole, Hanyue Qiongying was simply not human. Now he suspected that Wuxin's archery skills were probably taught by Hanyue Qiongying.

"Sister, how did you do it?" Qing Jun was dumbfounded.

The strength of the arrow is that after killing two phantom birds, it can still be nailed to the flagpole. The flagpole is so thin, and there are phantom birds blocking it, how could it be possible to hit it?

"Practice for ten or eight years, and you can do it." Qiongying said.

"Ten years or eight years? That is to say, you have been practicing since you were four years old?" Qing Jun said with a look of disbelief.

"Let you guess." Qiongying smiled. She has indeed been exposed to bows and arrows since she was four years old. Of course, it is impossible to practice continuously for ten or eight years, and she doesn't have the time.

"Isn't it? You really practiced for ten or eight years?" Qing Jun was astonished beyond measure, but he had never seen her practice, let alone practice archery.

Qiongying smiled without saying a word.

"Then I'll just practice by the way, it's enough to reach Wuxin's level." Qing Jun blinked, raised the bow and arrow, found the target, and released the arrow.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Nan Gongchen and Jing Ao looked at each other suspiciously, aren't these two siblings?How could my younger brother not know how well my sister is good at archery?

After an unknown number of arrows, finally, with a whoosh, the arrow and the phantom bird passed by, wiping off a feather. The feather floated in the air for a long time, but did not fall down.

"Waste more than ten arrows to touch a feather, you can't teach a child." Qiongying shook her head and chuckled.

"It must be a matter of talent, the so-called exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses, so I stopped practicing." Qingjun threw the bow and arrow in frustration.

Under the city, there was a loud bang, and the tower shook again, almost breaking down.

"Qingjun, go back with Jiangxue later." Qiongying said.

"Why?" Qing Jun looked at her puzzled, yesterday he spent a lot of effort to get her to agree to allow him to come.

"This tower is about to collapse."

"It's okay, I won't fall to my death, in short, I won't leave, I won't cause you any trouble." Qing Jun said stubbornly.

Qiongying remained silent, frowned slightly, and looked at the distance outside the city.

At the gate of the city, the sky was dim and the ground was dark, and the swords met each other, repeatedly rushing to kill.

The ferocious beast opened its bloody mouth and tore at the enemy. The soldiers seemed to be red-eyed, not daring to stop for a moment, for fear that the enemy's sword would come over.

Jinli's army suffered heavy casualties, and Dongyue's army was pressing hard, and they were about to reach the city gate.

Nangongchen frowned, Hanyue Qiongying was still chatting and laughing, never sent a single person to fight, it was like taking his army to die.

Jing Ao looked at the black-clothed cavalry in the city, and said, "Wuxin, isn't your black-clothed cavalry here to accompany you?"

With a cold expression on his face, Wuxin took out his token and threw a small black flag into the city, "Here is the order of the black cavalry, let's fight!"

"Design!" The leading man in black took the black flag, led the black riders, and rushed towards the city gate.

Treading, the rapid sound of horseshoes, billowing smoke and dust, like a black iron dragon soaring, majestic and invincible.

Raising the knife and falling, the black black iron sword chopped off heads, pierced hearts, and stained with blood.

The horseshoe stepped over the corpses and living people, and like an arrow, it galloped towards the center of the enemy's formation, unstoppable.

In an instant, the enemy's formation was in chaos and there was a chaotic battle.

"Protect His Highness the Crown Prince!" Luo Cheng sternly said, with a majestic and domineering look, he was both angry and passionate when he saw the black-clothed cavalry rushing out.

Angry because he underestimated this Yancheng, passionate because he hasn't encountered such a fierce battle for a long time.