Chapter 1922

And the sky arrow is still flying forward, closer and closer to the rain“ Xiaoqi --! " The crowd let out a cry of surprise. Whew! Just then, a burst of air came out. A silver gray arrow cut through the sky and directly hit the Zhentian arrow. The arrow, which was invincible and could be destroyed directly by a giant ape puppet, made a painful hum, stayed in the air for a few seconds, and then fell to the ground. Yuan Dajun stared in horror, stiff neck, slowly, slowly turned to the direction of Chu Mo Li. The young man in the wheelchair was still pale and mild. The wound and blood on his shoulder made him very weak. However, he didn't know when a long silver bow appeared in his hand. The long bow is very strange. It looks so crystal clear and colorful at first glance, but when you look at it carefully, you feel vague, as if it will dissipate like water vapor at any time. And the silver gray arrow is more like a cloud of smoke. The slender hand bent the bow and took the arrow slowly, aiming at Yuan Dajun. After looking at the frightened eyes of Shangyuan Dajun, the sick and weak young man chuckled, unable to express his shyness and gentleness. The next moment, whoosh, arrow shot. Yuan Dajun, like a bird frightened by a bow, was about to hide with a scream. However, the next moment, the pain of being penetrated by the arrow did not come, but there was a shrill scream in his ear, "ah --!" Yuan Dajun suddenly turned back and saw the scene in front of him. His pupils suddenly contracted. It wasn't him that was shot, it was... It was a local monk who protected him. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the third arrow had already come. There was another scream, and another monk who was protecting him was stabbed in the chest with an arrow. The two monks were so badly injured that they were judged unable to fight and sent out. Yuan Dajun's hand holding zhentiangong was in a cold sweat, and then he trembled at the smiling eyes of the late Chu Dynasty. Why? How could that be? Even if it's his earthshaking arrow, unless it hits the heart and head, it's impossible for a Jindan friar to lose his fighting power directly. But this Chu Mo Li is just a random arrow. Why... Why let two friars who are good at defense die directly. Yes, it's a good thing it's in the mirror. If it's on a real battlefield, they're dead. And then, it's his turn! In the stands, there was a lot of screaming again“ What did I say! What did I say!!! There is no weak force in the Xiaoyao team. The disabled and lame people you think are the most powerful in the Xiaoyao team. Ha ha ha ha“ One shot killed a friar above the third level of the golden elixir. The long-range attack ability of Chu Mo Li far exceeded that of Yuan Dajun of Fusang team. What bow and arrow is he holding? "“ my god! When did canglan Kingdom start to produce so many evil spirits? I thought that the Xiaoyao team can stay until now because of Jun Muyan's strong support. Now I know that everyone in the Xiaoyao team has such a strong strength. Even without Jun Muyan, they are also the king of this contest! " At the end of the Chu Dynasty, the silver bow disappeared. His face was a little whiter than just now, but his expression remained unchanged for thousands of years. He said slowly, "Xiao Wu, it's up to you next."