Blood rain is flying, it is misty dusk, and the dark red sun is setting. I don’t know whether it is the blood that reflects the sunset red, or the setting sun that reflects the ground red. (www

Since the snow fell, the weather has been warm and warm for a while.

Facing level four mercenaries, these guards were a bit timid.

Feng Xiliang's green silk hair fluttered in the wind. Damn it, who sent these killers? He raised his sharp sword and pointed at the sky. He used his inner strength and shouted from a distance: "Who dares to retreat and kill the nine tribes?"[

His voice was extremely cold, but it spread very far through his inner strength. As soon as he said this, these guards kept moving closer and started fighting again.

There was a lot of fighting below, and no one noticed a smaller figure, holding an iron arrow in his hand, constantly instilling inner strength in his hand.

The cold wind blew slowly, causing Luo Liuling's hair to flutter in the air. His fingers kept shrinking, and his steps kept steady. The tip of the arrow pointed directly at a certain place, and moved slowly with the movement of the other party. Take a deep breath.

, the five fingers slowly relaxed, as if they were filled with strong wind.

His hand suddenly loosened, and the arrows in his hand were like a meteor shower! The sound of the fighting was cut off.

Feng Xiliang only felt a fierce wind behind him, mixed with an extremely domineering aura, coming from behind him, and a sharp whistle tore through the sky!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Everyone opened their mouths and stared blankly. Looking at the whizzing iron arrows, they suddenly felt chilled to the bones.

At this time, there was silence, and the sound of killing just now had now turned into tranquility due to this sudden change.

An arrow is astonishing, and the time between before and after is only an instant.

"Your Majesty."

Following several roars, Feng Xiliang's body was pierced by the arrow, and his mouth opened, and blood rained out from the mouth.

Feng Xiliang never expected that the domineering power of this arrow would make it impossible for him to dodge.

The figure fell from the horse and was immediately caught by the guards.

Looking up one after another, they saw a figure holding a silver bow and maintaining an archery posture. He stood high on a raised stone. His black clothes were vaguely visible. His petite figure, although his face could not be seen, gave people a peerless feeling.

The feeling of elegance.

Oh my God! Who could shoot such a powerful and accurate arrow at such a distance? The guards were stunned and the swords in their hands almost fell to the ground.

Such a powerful person, even the prince was injured. It seems that he is destined to die here today.

Feng Xiliang endured the severe pain and gritted her teeth and raised her head from the ground. When she saw it from a distance, her eyes nearly fell off. That person's figure was so familiar.

"retreat."

Just as everyone was lost in thought, a cold voice came from afar.

The fourth-level mercenary beside him immediately flashed and left.[

Looking back, I saw the archer riding his horse from a distance, looking heroic, lazy and comfortable, riding his horse and whipping his whip. Behind him were many men in black, whipping their whips and driving away.

At this moment, everyone's eyes, whether they can see it or not, are completely focused on the black shadow that is too small compared to the army!

His eyes followed her back, and when he came to repent, he found that the prince had fainted.

"Quick, quick, give it to the prince."

The two guards, Mo Li and Mo Huan, immediately took out the good medicine they had with them and narrowed their eyes slightly when they saw the arrow on Feng Xiliang's chest. The arrow looked serious, but it did not hit the heart.
Chapter completed!