Wu Yuanjun was right, and the choice of Romance of the Wind 4 was also right.

What's wrong may be the difference in their ideas.

What's wrong is that they all have the innocence of not forgetting their original intentions!

Qing Yi knew that today's battle would not be able to continue.

But he doesn’t want to and is unwilling to do so!

He is different from the flower-hearted monk, who has everything written on his face, and all his joy, anger and sorrow can be expressed in words.

He always puts it into action and becomes more decisive!

This time Fenghuaxueyue suffered a great loss!

The boss was attacked and Liuli was injured! Now, he has lost a brother, Wu Yuanjun!

And what about their world?

It's just some member levels and equipment.

The bright red royal flag still stands!

He didn't want to just retreat, he wanted to kill Xue Zai Burning once to frighten those monsters who dared to scheme against their romantic interests!

With the blood burning in the challenge.

The soldiers of Feng and Xue and the members of the Tianxiahui dispersed one after another, leaving the place for the two of them.

The two stood facing each other, and neither one made the first move.

Xue Zaihuo didn't take action because Qing Yi was in the martial arts world and rarely took action. He didn't understand the opponent, so he planned to strike first.

Qing Yi didn't take action because he was waiting for the opportunity to decide the outcome with one arrow!

For a while.

The whole world fell silent, and tens of thousands of eyes of the soldiers from both sides were focused on the two men in the center of the battlefield.

suddenly.

A breeze blew by, blowing two strands of long hair on Qing Yi's temples.

Everyone's eyes were dazzled.

The black iron long bow slung on Qing Yi's back appeared in his hand at some point.

Hold the bow in your right hand, and quickly strum the bow strings with your left hand like a harp!

Nine consecutive arrows were lost, glowing with deep yellow light, piercing the void!

Secret skill, nine-star armor-breaking arrows!

The arrow follows the wind and arrives in an instant. This arrow does not miss the wind. It is called the Saint of Arrows!

The speed of this arrow was extremely fast, and before anyone noticed it, the 9 arrows in a row were already drawing blood and burning close at hand!

Such a stunning blow, his face was burning with admiration.

"Follow the trend and ride on the wind. What a powerful arrow! But it's a pity that you can't hurt me with this arrow!"

Blood is Burning laughed loudly, and his blood was boiling because of Qing Yi's arrow!

He didn't exaggerate. Qing Yi's arrow might be able to defeat all the masters, but it couldn't hurt him!

Because holding the semi-sacred weapon, Fengshen Slash, you can control the wind and move!

People in the world jokingly call him the Son of the Wind!

A breeze emerged from the ground, swirling like a dragon, enveloping the burning blood.

The nine-star armor-piercing arrow was like a drill bit. As soon as it penetrated into the wind tornado, the arrow body began to tremble.

As it continues to approach, the arrow trembles more violently!

Until the blood is three inches away from the forehead.

The nine arrows seemed to have lost all their kinetic energy, and went off in one direction, wiping the burning temples with blood.

From the beginning to the end, even though the blood was burning, he never moved a step!

"Okay, President nb!"

"No one can hurt the president. The president is invincible in a single fight!"

The members of the Tianxiahui who were watching cheered loudly.

The depressed mood that was crushed by the four movies was completely released.

Facing the noisy sound of mountains and tsunami, Qingyi remained unmoved.

The hands are constantly moving, and they are still bending the bow and shooting arrows!

Quenching poison, breaking armor, attaching thunder, burning fire!

All kinds of arrows, driven by Qing Yi's gorgeous skills, were like strong winds, whizzing towards Xue Zai Burning.

However, the blood is burning and he stands in the violent wind and tornado, standing firm and motionless in the face of the violent wind and rain of arrows.

The arrows fired by Tsing Yi were all bounced away every time they were three inches away from the center of his eyebrows!

It’s as if those three inches are the gap between heaven and earth, insurmountable!

Looking at Qing Yi who is still doing crazy output after using all his methods.

Even though he already had a way to defeat the enemy, he still didn't take action even though his blood was burning.

He stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Back off, you are no match for me!"

It's not the blood that burns pride.

Mainly because of his skill, Tianke Qingyi.

Hear the words.

Qing Yi stopped attacking and looked calmly.

At this moment, there was only the last arrow left in the quiver at his waist.

Take off the quiver, pull out the last arrow, and throw the quiver aside casually!

He took off the straps.

The belt on his head had been blown askew by the strong wind, slightly affecting his vision.

The soreness in his shoulders made him feel a little uncomfortable. So he took off his heavy armor, revealing his solid muscles.

Take a deep breath.

Qing Yi once again turned his gaze to Xue Zai Burning, with a cyan halo flickering in his eyes.

"I have an arrow, named Po Feng, and I want President Xue to taste it!"

As soon as the words fell.

Qing Yi's muscles all over his body exploded as he bent his bow and fired an arrow!

The hard bow of dark iron was pulled into a full moon, making a groaning cry that was overwhelmed by the weight.

The invisible air flow, as the bow and arrow were placed on the hard bow, began to converge towards the scissors.

The equipment that Qing Yi had left aside began to lose its original quality halo that was visible to the naked eye.

Turned into a pile of scrap metal!

The halo circulated, slowly drifting towards the arrow, and finally attached to the arrow, rendering the arrow body colorful!

He seemed to feel that this arrow was extraordinary.

The smile disappeared from the bloody face.

Looking at the bowed Qing Yi, blood was burning, and his face was more solemn than ever before!

He sensed the danger!

Taking a deep breath, he mobilized all the power of Fengshen Slash to control the wind.

The eight guarding breeze tornadoes around him trembled, began to move, and finally merged into one!

A huge tornado about twenty meters wide and as high as the sky appeared in everyone's eyes, enveloping blood in it!

It seemed that such protection was still not safe, and he let out a soft drink as his blood burned.

Channels of golden light seeped out from the body surface, forming a golden bell, covering it inside!

It’s the swordsman’s magical defensive skill, the golden bell!

After taking all precautions, the blood was burning, and then he felt slightly relieved and looked at Qing Yi.

"With this arrow alone, you can be called the best assassin of Yanhuang!"

Hear the words.

Qing Yi said nothing, and the expression on his face was even calmer.
To be continued...