The wine apprentice is slightly white, and there is a hidden regret.
In the previous thousand miles to avoid, he consumed a lot of thoughts, but did not expect that the opponent used an ordinary feather arrow -although at least a hundred miles, a branches of feather arrows could be shot so far.
It is a thing that exceeds normal logic and terrible, but then, after all, it is a common arrow.
He was afraid of the Yuan thirteen arrows, and avoided the same as Yuan thirteen arrows. If he knew that it was just ordinary feather arrows, where would he need to be so careful? You can break it.
Sang Sang looked at him quietly, without showing a ridiculous look, and said two other numbers.
The number this time is a new number.
A humming sound, a feather arrow came to the night sky, and stabbed the throat of the wine.
This arrow comes faster than the previous arrow -because the person who shoots arrows is closer to the town. Between the two arrows, but the instantaneous breathing time, the man ran out a long distance.
He left the town, only fifty miles.
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The sound of bombardment like a thunder, from dozens of miles away, passed directly to the town. If it was not known, it would be a person running too fast, and the loud noise made by hitting the air would definitely think that the heavy rain that just stopped here here would be
It was moved to dozens of miles away, and it was still a thunderstorm.
The small town lits in the bunk of the weak lights, and it looked calm towards Xiaoshu's expression. It seemed that there was nothing to think about. Zhang San and Li Si looked at each other and saw the uneasiness in each other, but I didn't know what to do.
The big dark horse hidden in the night, hearing the sound of bombardment. It became a little anxious, and when he lifted his hoof several times, he wanted to run out of the town to respond, but he stopped, because it found that the speed of the person was more speed than himself than himself.
quick!
People have not arrived, the arrows have arrived, the arrow arrives first.
The sound of the roll of thunder covered the sound of the stubborn.
With a slight snoring, a feather arrow stabbed the wine throat.
This time, the wine apprentice looked at it. Slowly waving the sleeves. Then he rolled the feather arrow, his hiss sounded lightly, and the wide sleeves of the cyan scribes were torn apart.
where.
The power came from the feathers arrow. He judged that Ning Que was very close to the town. However, he had not had time to respond, and the third arrow came again!
This feather arrow is not faster than the first two arrows. It is clearer to see, but the clear sense of the picture seems to have a sense of quality.
Smart!
The drinker's left hand poked out from the sleeve, and a clear light was in front of you.
A stuffy sound.
The feather arrow fell in front of him and fell into the ground sewage, like a swan killed, no longer the previous spirit, lost all his life, and became rigid.
The wine's eyebrows were slightly raised, and I felt the extraordinary place of this feather arrow.
Ning Que finally appeared.
He stood on the side of the town.
He is full of blood everywhere, condensed blood, and the wounds that have broken back due to running, and new blood flows out.
The poor beggar, who had been hurt by his companions, was like Longqing in the past.
He rushed from thousands of miles away, and he never slept for two days and nights, did not make interest rates, and disregarded the injuries. He had already collapsed. However, he held iron bows and looked at the wine disciples.
Looking at such Ning Que, looking at the iron arrow on the iron bow, the alcoholic expression gradually became a bit pale, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and the figure suddenly disappeared.
The next moment he returned from Baili, appeared in front of Sang Sang, and pointed at her eyebrows.
The blue lion that has been guarding Sang Sang's body has been scattered like an arrow, with an extremely wild lion, sounding between the heavens and the earth, and the dead town flying around!
The wine was scattered with a clear light. His fingers passed through the light, stabbed the vitality of the world, crushed countless hair and tiles like arrows, and accurately to the top of the green lion head.
The green lion is mad, and the diamonds that have been condensed into the lips do not know how much the Buddha's interest is condensed.
With a anger, the blue lion splashed blood and retreated.
As soon as Sang Sang's wrist turned, the abacus scattered instantly, and dozens of beaded beads flew into the air. Those who passed through the clear light, fell in the liquor's chest, and made a series of dense sounds.
The lips of the wine were hemorrhage, but her feet were still like a charm. They continued to point to her eyebrows and decided to kill her, and even the runes made by the beads began to spread the meaning of the meaning, and he ignored it!
It means that it has not arrived, the meaning of the world is coming, and it is difficult to imagine the vitality of the number of heaven and earth, and the finger of the wine is pierced ... no, it should be bombarded to Sang Sang's eyebrow!
This time, he didn't even use the sword in the pot!
Sang Sang's face became pale. If it was before, in the face of such a fighting attack, she only needed to look at it to deal with it. However, now, she needs the help of others.
Blood, flowing from the corner of her eyes, it looks particularly terrifying.
The wine man continues to move forward, just for a moment, you can destroy Sang Sang under his finger.
Unfortunately, he was still worse after all.
Because Ning Que's arrow arrived, this time, it was not an ordinary feather arrow, but an iron arrow.
The wine retreats, the disaster retreats, and the retreat is hundreds of miles.
Then he came back.
He looked at the wound left by the iron arrow on his left shoulder, looked at the blood dripping to the ground, remitted the blood of the sewage, silent for a while, and then raised his head, looking at Ning Que, who had stood beside Sang Sang.
He is on the street with dozens of feet from the ruins of the wine restaurant, and it is very close to the calligraphy and painting shop.
At that moment, he decided to kill Sang Sang because Ning Que's iron arrow was very troublesome. Now he has not succeeded, and he has no anxiety, because he must be calm.
Only by absolutely calm can we avoid the iron arrow of Ning Que.
He stretched his hands and stabbed his right shoulder, as if he was ash, and fell the blood to the ground.
Ning Que's iron arrow arrived again.
When the iron arrow did not leave the string, the wine apprentice had perceive the movement of Ning Que's fingers in the next moment, and he moved in advance.
A buzzing sound.
A clear arrow appeared on the long street, the newly condensed water steam, in the long street full of the night after the rain, it was not clear.
Then, then
The wine disciples returned to the street, unbuttoned the jug around the waist, and passed to the lips to drink a few mouthfuls. Regardless of the dripping of the wine, he looked at Ning Que quietly, and slowly pulled out a sharp sword from the pot.
The iron arrow arrived again.
He avoids.
He came back again.
He watched the arrow in the back of Ning Que and asked an important question.
"How many iron arrows do you have?"
Ning Que did not answer his question. On the face of dirt and blood, his expression was amazing.
This is not Chang'an City. He cannot borrow the magnificent power of shocking, and Sang Sang could not give him endless Haotian Shenhui support like that year.
There is no teacher's legacy, without Haotian's inspiration, only yourself.
The wine disciples did not expect to hear the answer. He knew that there was only one iron arrow left in Ning Que, and the victory was in front of him.
The most important thing is that he has confirmed that Ning Que's arrows can't shoot himself at all.
Ning Que continued to send arrows, ordinary feather arrows.
In the small town, the sounded feather arrows broke the empty sound, and the arrow sound was so dense, as if there was no cut off.
!!
Sneak!
Puff!
The feather arrow left the bowstring, and at the speed of horror, it was accurately shot into the wine apprentice, tearing the air, tore the night, and countless arrows, and even the dim town must be illuminated.
In the arrow wind and wind, the wine is like a charm, and the sleeves are dancing.
No matter how fast the arrows are, no matter how accurate, it is not to shoot him.
Because he is really too fast.
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The street is quiet.
There are arrows everywhere.
In the eaves of the pawnshop, the arrow is inserted obliquely.
In the stone steps of the rice shop, an arrow is deeply inserted.
On the bluestone slab, the feather arrow shot a cobweb -like crack.
To be able to shoot into the hard stones, you can imagine the arrow of Ning Que, what extent it is domineering now.
Such an arrow method still has not shot dead alcohol.
Ning Que remained in the form of pulling the bow, aiming at the wine man silently, without pine string, his arms consumed the drama because of the previous serial shooting, and some trembled slightly.
There are only a few ordinary feather arrows and a iron arrow in the arrow barrel behind him.
The wine man looked at him with no expression and said, "If you have the ability, you shoot me."
Ning Que did not speak because he really couldn't shoot him.
Because of his silence, the wine man laughed, and there were a lot of mockery and disdain in the smile: "You shoot."
Ning Ning was not shot, nor did he put down the iron bow.
He is waiting.
He was waiting for the moment when the wine disciples could not go back and forth.
The wine was standing in front of the calligraphy and painting shop, and the dim lights in the shop fell on his face through the window paper. Some mottled. It looked like the leaves that did not leave the tip of the autumn, but the leaves that were soaked in the autumn rain for several days.
Suddenly, there was a powerful sense of array, born from the mottled light and shadow on his face.
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