Yun Ting reached out to take out two feather arrows from the arrow bag, put the bow and pulled the strings, his eyes narrowed, and a trace of light flashed through it. The galloping brought not only the degree and pleasure, but also the ubiquitous headwind that was pouring into Yun Ting's clothes, between his mouth and nose, and even his arms holding the bow were a little unstable.

In addition to the speeding Jueying at the moment, Yun Ting is in a state of change all the time. In this state, not to mention shooting a person with a bow and arrow, it is very difficult to maintain one posture and maintain an accuracy.

This is riding and shooting. You will not stay still, and the enemy will not stand still, so you can shoot. Therefore, the shooting technique you need is not enough to be able to penetrate the sun for hundreds of steps, but it must be at the level of a good person.

The bow in his hand is a strong bow with one stone. Yun Ting just held it in his hand and pulled it a few times. It was still good, but it was a little light. His arm strength can completely increase the strength of two stones, or even three stones. However, Yun Ting was still surprised that the female player, with such a delicate appearance, looked only eighty pounds, but his arm strength was so strong that he could draw a strong bow with one stone, which made Yun Ting sneer.

However, because of the monster strength of this female player, Yun Ting could get the bow of this stone. Otherwise, if it was lighter, Yun Ting would not choose to solve the trouble here, but would continue to follow.

After all, the Yellow Turban Strongman is not a fake one. Even the Yellow Turban Strongman who only knows magic must have been taught a little simple protective spell. Because these people are completely loyal to Zhang Jiao, they can get a lot of things. If you want to cause damage to them and kill them, only a strong bow can be used.

If Yun Ting's performance just now was like a beginner in bows and arrows, then now he has grasped a trace of the essence, all thanks to the experience of his previous life. In the same state of mind, he can awaken many things, such as seizing the opportunity. Yun Ting has already pulled the bow full, and two feather arrows are staying on the strings. His body fluctuates with Jueying's running, but his upper body still maintains the posture of pulling the bow. Yun Ting has been slow to let go of his fingers. He has to wait for the opportunity and start shooting.

Archery is also a technical job. It does not mean that you can shoot a person if you hit a hundred times, but it depends on the timing. Only when the enemy reveals a flaw can you shoot the killing arrow. Otherwise, you will stand in the enemy's vision and shoot the bow. In a blatant manner, the target will dodge or block the arrow you shoot out, not to mention killing the opponent.

This is why there are very few famous generals killed by bows and arrows in the Three Kingdoms, but almost all of them are hit by cold arrows.

Yun Ting had no choice but to wait, and tried to improve his mental state and reach an extreme concentration. He only had the goal, only the wind, only the movement of grass, and the trajectory that the feather arrow was about to pass and the final goal.

Suddenly, Yun Ting seemed to have understood Taishi Ci's words that the person who shoots an archer can fail to hit someone, but he must believe that he can hit him. This is a kind of force, an invincible arrow. No matter how bad the bow or how bad the arrow you use, as long as it can still hurt people, then you can kill people. The bow is good and the arrow is good, it is not a problem. The problem is the person who uses the arrow.

As long as you want to kill someone, no matter how long it takes, you can succeed in the end.

Time passed by drop by second. The fire talisman of the Yellow Turban Powers had not been drawn yet, and Yun Ting had not yet run out. The level of Jueying's just exploded and Ying Jue had almost no help to all this. It just opened the distance and lengthened the distance between the two.

The other seven shadow traces disappeared quickly. Without the existence of mud and the air bondage technique, Jueying would definitely be able to escape, and could even repulse back and let Yun Ting easily harvest the lives of these Yellow Turban heroes who were casting spells. Unfortunately, there was no if. Because those Yellow Turban heroes had observed the horse for a long time, they could see that it was a good horse, so they were prepared. No matter whether Yun Ting said or ran away directly, in short, Jueying could not be able to escape in a moment.

There is only one good news now, perhaps Yun Ting is comforting himself. Yun Ting saw the Yellow Turban heroes' expressionless and indifferent state, and even when he was drawing a bow and taking an arrow, it was not ruled out that they were too serious, but even the Yellow Turban team leader did not respond, which was strange. It seemed that the Yellow Turban heroes saw Yun Ting's bow several times but did not shoot an arrow, which made them see that Yun Ting's arrow skills were very poor, so they didn't care, and they had the confidence themselves, and directly ignored the threat brought by Yun Ting's bow.

This is what Yun Ting wants to see and the only good news.

His arms were sore and his fingers were red, but Yun Ting did not shake. His eyes were staring at a yellow turban hero in the distant corner, gritting his teeth in his mouth, and he refused to relax for a moment. Opportunities were fleeting. Yun Ting rarely blinked his eyes, using his ears and hearts to try to catch such a slight tremor and a flaw. He just stared at it, letting Jueying run slowly in the mud, bumping, but Yun Ting's hand was so fixed that he didn't even move. Even though the muscles of his entire arm were slightly sour, he began to tremble a little.

The battle formation skills in the distance seemed to be about to be completed. The surrounding environment suddenly became hot. A slight cold autumn wind passed by, and it became hot in an instant. At this time, a fallen leaf flew down and floated past the eyes of a yellow turban hero in the corner. It gradually burned in the air with ashes scattered in the feet of a yellow turban hero standing side by side. The fallen leaves were burned out. This made them stunned. In addition, the spell was about to be completed, and their hearts were much more relaxed, and their defenses had weakened.

"Good opportunity! It's this time!" Seeing this situation, Yun Ting, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately turned his bow across and shot out the two feather arrows that had been in his hand for a long time without hesitation.

"Be careful!" The captain of the Yellow Turbans reminded loudly.

But it was too late, he could only watch the two arrows shot by Yun Ting, one in front, one behind, one on the left and one on the right, penetrated into the bodies of the two Yellow Turban heroes. In the squad leader's horrified eyes, the two Yellow Turban heroes who were confused and unbelievable eyes widened and fell back heavily. Blood was penetrated from their chests, gradually soaking their armor. There was a feather arrow on each of their chests, and a cluster of tail feathers at the tail of the feather arrow fluttered with the breeze.

Two arrows, two lives, this is a beautiful start. For Yun Ting, who has drawn a bow and shot an arrow for the first time in his life, it is already a capital to show off.

Yun Ting was not happy because of this, nor was he happy. He looked indifferently as in his previous life, and quickly pulled out four feather arrows from the arrow bag. He clamped one between his fingers and pulled a half-full bowstring again. When the Yellow Turban Warriors were stunned, the four arrows flew out again. They scattered into four independent feather arrows in the air. This time, even the team leader did not react. In a blink of an eye, the four feather arrows each reached the chests of the four Yellow Turban Warriors, entered their bodies without pity and pierced their chests.

Yun Ting was not surprised by this result. The strategist who casts the spells needs to be fully focused. At this time, they are very fragile, and Yun Ting saw a little here. These Yellow Turban heroes are probably all new recruits, and only the team leader is the veteran. Otherwise, when the Yellow Turban heroes cast their spells, because of their loyalty to Huang Tian, ​​even if they die, they will complete the spells in their hands!

"Continuous Pearl Arrow!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yun Ting quickly drew the arrow, arched his bow, and began to shoot wildly. The feather arrow shot out every time was accurate and fierce, which was not much different from his previous life, and it was even more than that. When people were desperate, especially when facing death, the power they burst out was terrible. Although it was not the real death in reality, in the Three Kingdoms, if Yun Ting died, it would be like a life of death.

Among the various factors, Yun Ting's physical strength, spirit, and concentration were all sublimated. Each arrow was injected with great strength, and even the part and angle that was about to reach, Yun Ting calculated it in an instant, and then shot the arrow out. It was Yun Ting himself, who seemed to ignore this state. He almost ignored it, did not listen, only watched, and moved, but could clearly grasp everything and shoot the arrow numbly. The people in his eyes, the hard bow he leaned on, the arrow that killed people on the bow, and the target that was about to be killed, were nothing else!

After a long time, Yun Ting realized that this state was extremely rare, which is what the system called the sudden enlightenment. According to his own guess, when shooting the continuous bead arrow, the art of arrows had been improved to the point of perfection. This enlightenment, a scene that seemed to be intertwined with the previous life, directly rescued Yun Ting from the sea of ​​suffering and avoided death.

Twenty Yellow Turban Warriors, each of whom was shot with an arrow, died in the eyes of disbelief. They never understood why Yun Ting suddenly burst out with such powerful strength. After all, they still value Yun Ting too much and despise him too much. If they didn't use the fire to break the earth and didn't think that Yun Ting's archery skills were bad and targeted and prepared, then they could kill Yun Ting! Instead of just killing him, they were wiped out just to prepare for the battle formation skills!

Twenty Yellow Turban Warriors were all destroyed. With their deaths, the mud began to disappear, and the air bondage technique was automatically lifted, and the road returned to its previous appearance. It seemed that everything had never been born, and it seemed that it had experienced a catastrophe. The surrounding mountains and forests were still very quiet, and even a bird did not appear.

Yun Ting was gasping for breath, his chest was undulating, and his right arm was sore that he felt very painful. The middle and index fingers of Paiqin's middle finger and index finger even broke out. This was because the wound left by Paiqin's quick pulling bow were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood. He felt happy from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were covered with red bloodshot, and his eyes were extremely cold to look into the distance.

Perhaps in other places, Yun Ting will die in their hands, but after all, Yun Ting will live and they will die here.

Suddenly, Yun Ting's eyes narrowed, and his breath that had calmed down suddenly became heavier again.

He saw that there was one of the Yellow Turbans who had not died. His body lying in the forest stood up again, looking at Yun Ting's eye spirit from afar, his eyes full of the most sincere murderous intent. Anger spread on his body. The Yellow Turbans team leader pulled out the feather arrow nailed to the center of his palm, and looked at the triangular arrow hook with expression and brought out a piece of flesh and blood. He ignored it, and gently folded it, breaking the feather arrow and crushing it. He drew his sword, and the wound on his hand did not prevent him from continuing to hold the knife. The blood oozing out of his palm quickly dyed the hilt of the knife red.
Chapter completed!