Chapter 1241: The Battle of the Lion

"Puff" was accompanied by the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh. It was said at that time. In just a short moment, six arrows in front and back passed by like meteors, hitting the lion with a very accurate head. However, because the African lion's movement was too fast and extremely rapid, four of them just drew hard, leaving shocking blood marks on its body, and the flesh rolled up in the blood marks, showing the great power of the big bow.

Two more arrows shot the lion firmly, one shot on the chest and pierced deeply, and thick blood splashed out. The other one shot on the forehead, but the skulls of all animals were the hardest. Although the arrow shot was too strong, the arrow was too rough and it exploded with a "pop" and broke into two pieces.

But the remaining half pierced hard on the forehead, and the other half also opened a blood groove on the lion's head while flying away, making the lion look even more terrifying.

However, no matter what, these arrows did not cause fatal damage to the lion. On the contrary, the huge pain and the continuous blood even more aroused its fierceness.[

"Roar..." It stood up to the sky, howled wildly, and rushed towards Raman again. Raman's heart sank. It was over, and this time he might really be buried in the lion's belly. At this moment, he suddenly felt that living was actually a wonderful thing. The so-called battle of intentions is sometimes insignificant in the face of terrifying death - not being afraid of death is one thing, and when facing death, it is another thing.

"Not good!" Liang Chen on the opposite side shouted inwardly, ran for two steps, and jumped forward. Just as he was about to land, he inserted the spear hard and stood up on the ground. With the force of the bent and arched the spear, he bounced forward fiercely. With a "whisper", he flew forward four or five meters away again, barely passing the grass in the air and falling to the ground.

At this time, Raman's heart, who could not turn his neck, had already sunk to the bottom of the valley. Seeing the male lion man who had been completely aroused by the ferociousness, stood up and rushed towards him again. The fishy wind blew in the face. The huge figure fiercely enveloped him, and it expanded rapidly in his eyes. The huge claw was about to grab his face...

Just when Raman felt that he was really dead this time, he suddenly heard another roar of the lion, and a stinking storm flashed across his face, but the expected terrible pain that was torn apart did not come as promised.

"What's going on?" Raman opened his eyes a little, and then his eyes widened. He saw that the lion's body was actually crossed by a sudden wooden spear. He tried hard to catch him, but he couldn't catch it at all. Even the blood on its body had dripped on its face. The sharp claws on the huge claws were no more than ten centimeters from its forehead, but it just couldn't catch it.
Chapter completed!