Thanks to Qin Mo's sharp reaction, he mysteriously escaped the disaster.
Anyone else would have been shot through the head by this arrow.
Even though Qin Mo was fused with the Phoenix God's blood and had the power of self-healing like a demon, he would still die if he was shot through the head by an arrow.
This arrow almost deceived Qin Mo's eyes and ears.
In this royal city, except for the Arrow God Liu Ruofeng, there must be few people who can do it.
His eyes moved slightly, and Qin Mo looked up in the direction of the arrow.
The end of the long street.
At the top of an octagonal pavilion, a man in gray robe stands on the eaves.
Let the wind howl and remain motionless.
He is holding a green long bow, which is neither stone nor jade, but actually made of green bamboo.
This green bamboo is unusual. It is taken from the North Sea and is called "Biluo Bamboo".
This bamboo grows in bitter cold places. It takes a hundred years to take root and only one branch grows every thousand years. It is extremely valuable.
The long bow in the hand of the man in gray robe actually has seven bamboo joints, which is made from seven thousand years of green bamboo. It is extremely rare.
"Bi Luo Bow?"
"Is it the North Sea Arrow Mania?"
On the long street, the crowd was in an uproar.
Countless horrified eyes looked up at the gray-robed man on the eaves with the highest respect.
"Beihai Archery Maniac Han Xuanli, isn't that the chief archer of the Taiwei Mansion? Why is he here too?"
A young man from an aristocratic family exclaimed.
Han Xuanli was the best in archery in Taiwei Mansion.
In his early years, he studied under Liu Ruofeng and practiced archery for thirty years.
After joining the army, he challenged archery masters from all walks of life and won eighty-one games in a row. He did not lose for three years and earned the title of "North Sea Archery Maniac".
In the fourth year, Han Xuanli was recruited by the Taiwei Mansion and became Gu Liuyun's archery teacher.
"Are they from Taiwei's Mansion again?"
Qin Mo's face was extremely gloomy.
It's not enough for the red armor to block the road, now they have sent some kind of Beihai Archery Maniac, and they are determined to give him a blow!
"My young master would like to talk to your house. I hope you will give me some face and don't force me to take action."
A vigorous voice came from above the eaves.
The man in gray robe did not move, the Biluo Bow in his hand was still ready to go.
"You're just an idiot? How dare a second-grade archer be so crazy?"
Qin Mo smiled coldly.
Let alone a second-grade archer, even if the Arrow God Liu Ruofeng came, he would not dare to be so arrogant in front of him.
Liu Ruofeng was able to cut off his inner demons and achieve a higher level, thanks to Qin Mo.
Han Xuanli was just a disciple of Liu Ruofeng, yet he dared to be so arrogant.
"Besides, haven't you already taken action? What do you mean by not forcing you to take action?"
Qin Mo simply couldn't complain.
His words were like a depth charge, blowing up the entire long street.
Is there anyone in the royal city who dares to ignore Beihai Arrow Madness like this?
"Boy, I only used three-thirds of my strength for that arrow just now, so I could save some face for you. Since you don't have to drink wine as a penalty, don't blame me for being rude."
Han Xuanli snorted coldly.
The Biluo bow buzzed, and a black shadow flashed away.
His archery skills are extremely strange, silent and difficult to detect.
Many people died under his arrows, and no one knew how they died.
But Qin Mo is different.
He not only has Shura eyes, but also knows how to use mind power.
Even if the arrows shot by Han Xuanli were ten times more ghostly, they could not escape Qin Mo's eyes and ears.
"I saw you."
The disappearing black shadow quickly reappeared in Qin Mo's field of vision.
The black shadow is formed by seven arrows connected together.
Seven shots with one arrow has indeed gained some inheritance from Liu Ruofeng.
But whether it is the momentum or the artistic conception, Liu Ruofeng is too different.
Just to scare laymen.
Whizzing……
Qin Mo shook on the spot twice, and the black shadows passed by him and all landed on the city wall.
One arrow shot seven times, but all of them were empty.
In the eyes of others, these arrows clearly penetrated Qin Mo, but Qin Mo was unscathed.
It's so weird that it makes people shudder.
"What a great move!"
Yu Tianzheng on the side couldn't help but marvel.
Others couldn't see it, but he was standing next to Qin Mo and could see Qin Mo's movements clearly.
Qin Mo used the smallest movement to avoid the seven arrows in succession.
Therefore, in the eyes of others, it seemed that Qin Mo only swayed twice before the black shadow passed through him, as if it hit his reflection in the water.
The arrows shot by the Biluo Bow are already extremely fast and extremely stealthy.
Without extraordinary insight and physical skills, it is impossible to avoid it.
For an archer, it is undoubtedly a naked humiliation to avoid the arrows he shoots.
Qin Mo not only avoided it, but also stayed on the spot.
This makes this humiliation even better.
"Little beast!"
The man in gray robe could no longer remain calm, so he floated down from the pavilion and landed in the middle of the long street.
Known as the North Sea Archery Maniac, he has never been so humiliated as he is today.
In eighty-one battles in the royal city, he was invincible.
Those who had practiced archery for decades or hundreds of years were all beaten to pieces by him.
How could he be willing to face this mere young man in front of him?
"Come again!"
Han Xuanli gave a light drink.
Boo hoo hoo——
The blue bow's precious light shines brightly, and the arrows shine like rain.
"It doesn't matter how many times we come again."
Qin Mo sneered calmly.
He still didn't take a step back, and his figure moved very quickly within a few inches.
Bang bang bang...
On the city wall, plumes of smoke and dust exploded.
All those arrows fell into vain.
Seeing this scene, the crowd burst into uproar.
No one expected that the arrogant Beihai Arrow Maniac would have such an embarrassing moment.
"If you could advance to the first rank, you would be a bit of a threat to me, but it's a pity that you are still half a step behind."
Qin Mo shook his head and sneered.
Han Xuan established his Taoist palace for the first time, and his cultivation is not weak.
His archery strength has always been stuck at the second level, and it has been difficult to break through.
He lacked an opportunity.
Once the opportunity comes, you can become a first-level archer immediately.
By then, Qin Mo will have to worry about it.
"Han Xuanli usually boasts that he is like a god, how come he can't even kill a mere Tongxuan Realm boy? It's a good thing that my elder brother still thinks so highly of him."
At the end of the long street, a young man in brocade clothes stamped his feet in anger.
Judging from his appearance, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, well-dressed and full of nobility.
There were not many guards around the young man, just two men in red armor.
After all, who in this royal city dares to offend the young Tai Sui of the Taiwei Mansion?
Gu Hanxing, Gu Qingyuan’s eighth son.
This time, he was the mastermind behind the interception at the top of the city. There was no other reason than that he wanted to suppress those who suppressed the Fulong Sect and let them know the majesty of the Gu family in the royal city.
This guy also gave himself a legitimate reason, saying that he wanted to test out the masters of Fulong Sect, so that he could also test out the depths of his eldest brother Gu Liuyun.
Everyone on the merit list will have to go to the palace to meet the Holy Spirit, and someone may propose a martial arts competition to add to the fun and compete for the upper hand.
As the eldest son of the Gu family, Gu Liuyun couldn't afford to lose face.
So, Han Xuanli really believed it and followed the young Tai Sui to intercept him.
Unexpectedly, Beihai Arrow Kuang, who was usually in the clouds and foggy, was completely helpless against Qin Mo.
This made the little Tai Sui very angry.
"Trash Han Xuanli, get out of here, let me chop him with a knife."
Gu Hanxing's roar was like thunder, shaking the entire long street.
He rolled up his sleeves, pulled out the long knife from the waist of the red-armored guard, and headed straight for Qin Mo.
But before he could step forward, Yu Tianzheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and shot out a blast of energy with a snap of his finger.
"I want you to chop it!"
There was a loud bang, and blood mist rose into the sky.
The eighth son of the Taiwei Mansion turned into powder in the street.