"Xiangxiang!" The elf elder hurriedly stopped him, but there was no time.
In the blink of an eye, the feather arrow was in front of Roy.
Roy flicked his foot and flew backwards. At the same time, the bow of judgment in his hand sounded like a dragon's roar, and an arrow shot out, hitting the arrow shot by the elf girl.
The two arrows collided in the rain and flew out separately.
The elves exclaimed, extremely surprised.
No one knows the strength of this elf girl named Xiangxiang better than them. Especially in the field of archery, she is a once-in-a-century genius among the elves.
As for the arrow just now, although Xiangxiang just wanted to teach this human young man a lesson and did not activate his fighting spirit, the speed and accuracy of the arrow were still extraordinary and impeccable. Unexpectedly, this young man actually shot the arrow at the last moment.
The arrow broke and the arrow shot by Xiangxiang was intercepted.
This move alone surpassed many of the elves present. It requires shooting first, first coming, and it requires high marksmanship, reflexes, and eyesight. The difficulty is staggering!
"Huh?" The elf elder's eyes lit up, and he originally wanted to hold Xiangxiang's hand, but he slowed down.
"You're crazy," Roy said angrily, "Why do you do this?"
Xiangxiang's face turned red with shame. She bit her jade teeth like braided shells and jumped out like a nimble elk. She was in the air, and the green long bow in her hand turned into three phantoms. Swish, swish, and the three arrows appeared in the shape of a Chinese character.
Shoot Roy.
Three arrows flew past, and in mid-air, they vaguely turned into three willow leaves, drifting between the gaps in the rain curtain, giving people a feeling of wavering.
"Three leaves chasing the wind!" the elves shouted in unison.
This type of archery is a unique skill among elf archery, and is famous for its erratic trajectory and difficulty in dodging.
The arrows it shoots can use air, wind, and even floating dust to change direction, especially in rain and snow, as flexible as a fish swimming in aquatic plants. Xiangxiang once used this archery technique to create a
A record of shooting down 737 intact willow leaves.
At that time, bystanders only saw three arrows flying between the low-hanging branches of a willow tree. When they hit the ground, the ground was already covered with willow leaves.
Normally, everyone rarely has the opportunity to see Xiangxiang perform such a unique skill. At this moment, several elf girls jumped up and cheered in unison. A petite girl shouted: "Come on, Sister Xiangxiang, take this up."
Cum down you cheap bastard."
Hearing this, Xiangxiang's face turned even redder, while Roy was baffled.
The elves are divided into two branches, the north and the south, and are divided into different temples with the four characters "Flower Fragrance" as branches. Miqi is the elf of the Mi Temple. The lakeside city where Roy lived back then belongs to the Flower Temple. This fragrance.
He was obviously someone from the Incense Temple. This was the first time Roy had seen him in his life.
This made Roy unable to understand, sir, when did I take advantage?
But now was obviously not the time to explore this issue. Seeing three white feather arrows shooting towards him, Roy opened his bow and plucked the string, and shot the same three arrows with his backhand.
As soon as Roy's arrow was released, it immediately caused an uproar among the elves.
Roy had nothing else to do with these three arrows. He was just fast. From the moment he raised the bow to the moment the arrow came out, it was so fast that the elves could only see a chaotic afterimage.
And speed is the most important factor in archery.
If the two sides were to engage in a shooting duel dozens of steps apart in the duel field, the elves present believed that no one except Xiangxiang could survive the arrows of this human youth. When he raised his bow
By the time, the opponent's arrow may have penetrated my own throat.
However, if this human young man thought that he could intercept Xiangxiang's arrow with his speed, then he would be too naive.
Elf archers have been able to rank first among all major races for thousands of years, relying not only on talent, nor simply speed and accuracy. They also rely on various archery skills.
These skills are the essence of archery, and are precious assets passed down from generation to generation of amazingly talented elven marksmen.
Even the most ordinary fourth-level elf archer, relying on elf archery, can completely suppress a fifth-level human or other race archer in a rapid-fire duel in less than a minute. In the face of that dazzling change,
An arrow shot by ordinary archery is as clumsy as a buffalo among wolves.
Sure enough, Roy's arrow was about to hit Xiangxiang's arrow. Suddenly, the three white arrows that had been passing through the gaps in the rain curtain each hit a few falling raindrops.
The raindrops broke into tiny sprays, and the white arrows had changed their flight trajectory.
Although this change was extremely subtle, in the eyes of everyone it was just a twitch of the tail feathers, but compared to the black arrows flying towards the head, it was already a clever escape that was beyond their reach.
In the blink of an eye, three white arrows had drawn an arc in the air, avoiding the interception of the black arrows, and continued flying towards Roy.
However, just when the black and white arrows passed by each other, and just when the corners of the elves' mouths were curling up with a proud arc, suddenly, their eyes froze in an instant, and their mouths opened wide at the same time.
At this moment, the three black feather arrows were seen swinging in the air, spinning and hitting the three white feather arrows, messing up their flight paths.
Arrows spinning in the air usually only happen to novices who are new to bow and arrow.
Perhaps it was due to lack of strength, or perhaps it was because the arrow was not fixed properly when the string was loosened... In short, when the arrow flew out, it did not fly in a straight line, but turned top-heavy, like a thrown stick.
.The result was naturally arousing a burst of blushing laughter from the bystanders.
But when the same situation occurs at the moment when the arrows from both sides are almost touching each other, it is no longer a joke.
The elves watched blankly as the three white feather arrows were thrown to different places like doves hit by stones, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
Xiangxiang's three-leaf chasing wind is magical enough.
Unexpectedly, the black-haired young man's arrow was even weirder. It actually flew into the air and could automatically change direction, trajectory, and even the way it flew.
Even Xiangxiang couldn't help but be stunned.
She looked at Roy, a glimmer of light flashed in her beautiful eyes. If the previous attack was due to some unspeakable reason, then these two contests aroused her competitive spirit.
"Swish, swish, swish..." The fragrant arrows are like a string of arrows.
Not to be outdone, Roy opened his bow and drew an arrow, returning the favor.
Immediately, I saw two figures like shooting stars, leaping and chasing each other on the roof. Arrows kept flying between each other.
Although the two of them had a tacit understanding to suppress the attack to a level that was not fatal, the fierceness of the confrontation was still the most intense contest between archers that the elves had ever seen.
The two of them went back and forth, and various wonderful archery skills emerged one after another.
"Look, Sister Xiangxiang's neon arrows." An elf girl pointed at the colorful light pulled out by the seven feather arrows that swept through the void and exclaimed.
"Phantom Arrow!" Another male elf stared dumbly at Roy, who was speechless as he saw five high and low phantoms flashing in the air at the same time, shooting arrows from different angles at the same time.
"Seven arrows in a volley!" An elf was just shocked by Roy's flurry of arrows when he heard an elf next to him looking at Xiangxiang on the other side in shock and shouting.
"A volley of eight arrows!"
As the elves screamed in surprise, Roy and Xiangxiang were already at full strength. The frequency of their movements continued to accelerate, and the archery skills they displayed continued to upgrade.
To be fair, in terms of pure archery, Xiangxiang is more than one level higher than Roy.
However, Roy has mastered the secret footwork such as the Cloud Stance and the secret archery skills taught by Bow Spirit. In addition, he can control the flight path of arrows with the help of magic elements. Therefore, even if Xiang Xiang's archery skills are extraordinary,
There was nothing he could do for a while.
At the end of the fight, Roy turned around and used the Three Rains of Arrow technique taught by Gong Ling. Three consecutive waves of arrow rain forced Xiangxiang back dozens of steps.
Xiangxiang dodged the rain of arrows. She tapped her feet lightly and landed on the roof, facing Roy across the street.
Just when Roy was concentrating and nervously preparing to deal with her stronger counterattack, he saw her turn around and sweep back without looking back. After a few ups and downs, she returned to the elf elder's side.
"He..." Xiangxiang met the elder's gaze, her face turned red, she only uttered one word and fell silent.
The elf elder has watched Xiangxiang grow up since he was a child, so he naturally understands what she means.
Just now, they saw with their own eyes the footwork and archery skills of this human boy, many of which were long-lost secrets that had only been heard among the elves.
Even if Xiangxiang is unwilling to admit it, she cannot deny that this human young man said that he is the son of the Holy Spirit. Maybe... maybe it is really possible!
Otherwise, how could he know so many footwork and archery skills that even the elves themselves no longer know?
While the two were talking, Roy had already jumped over.
"Why don't you fight?"
This bastard looks weird and uninteresting.
Since studying with Bow Spirit, this is the first time Roy has competed with a marksman. Moreover, the opponent is also a marksman from the elves. In terms of strength, it is already comparable to that of the Holy Land.
Especially in the contest just now, although Xiangxiang looked embarrassed and gritted her teeth for some unknown reason, she acted very measuredly, relying solely on archery skills instead of fighting spirit and combat rings. Otherwise, Roy would have believed in himself
I'm afraid I won't even be able to take the opponent's three moves.
This kind of pure archery competition is tantamount to a rare training for Roy.
In just a few minutes of competition, he felt that his understanding of archery had deepened. He also learned a lot from Xiang Xiang's archery skills.
Staring at Roy fiercely, Xiangxiang snorted and turned away.
"Strange, why are you angry..." Roy was confused and said angrily: "By the way, I haven't asked yet, why did you fight with me? Why did I provoke you?"
Upon hearing Dao Roy's words, Xiangxiang's face became even more ugly. The elves on the side all had strange expressions.
The elf elder smiled bitterly, waved to Roy and said, "Follow me."
As she said that, she launched her levitation technique and floated towards a banyan tree not far away. Roy looked at Xiangxiang and followed closely.
"Do you want to know why Xiangxiang is angry?" Under the banyan tree, the elf elder looked at Roy who was following him and asked.
Roy nodded angrily.
Isn’t it great to look like wheat sprouts?
"Because," the elf elder said with a smile, "she is the daughter of the Holy Spirit of our elf clan, the respected Holy Son."