The Drunkard's face turned pale, and he felt remorseful.
He had used up a lot of his Psyche Power to avoid the attack from thousands of miles away, but he did not expect his opponent to use an ordinary arrow. Although it was at least a hundred miles away, it was already beyond logic and terrifying to be able to shoot an arrow so far and so accurately. But it was just an ordinary arrow after all.
He was afraid of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, and he also avoided them. If he had known it was just an ordinary arrow, he would not have been so cautious. He could have broken it with a wave of his hand.
Sangsang looked at him quietly, without showing any expression of ridicule. She said the other two numbers.
This time, it was a new number.
With a buzzing sound, an arrow pierced through the night sky and went straight for the Drunkard's throat.
This arrow came faster than the previous one, because the person who shot it was closer to the town. The two arrows were shot in the blink of an eye, and the person had run a long distance.
He was only fifty miles away from the town.
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The thunderous roar came from dozens of kilometers away and reached the small town. If one didn't know that it was the sound of a person running too fast and crashing into the air, one would definitely think that the rainstorm that had just stopped had moved to dozens of kilometers away, and that it was a thunderstorm.
In the calligraphy and painting shop in the town, Chao Xiaoshu looked calm, as if he was not thinking about anything. Zhang San and Li Si looked at each other and saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes, but they did not know what to do.
The Big Black Horse, who was hiding in the darkness of the night, became a little anxious when he heard the rumbling. He lifted his hooves several times and was about to rush out of the town to help, but then he stopped, because he found that the person coming was faster than him!
Before the person arrived, the arrow had arrived. The arrow arrived first.
The thunder-like sound covered the sound of the arrow piercing through the air.
With a very slight sound, an arrow went straight for the Drunkard's throat.
This time, the Drunkard saw it clearly. He waved his sleeves and curled them towards the arrow. With a tearing sound, the wide sleeve of the indigo scholar's robe was torn, and the arrow was nowhere to be found.
From the power of the arrow, he judged that Ning Que was very close to the town, only a few miles away. However, before he could react, the third arrow came!
This arrow was not faster than the previous two arrows, and it was clearer to see, but the clarity of the image itself seemed to have a sense of quality. The rotating arrowhead seemed to be tearing apart everything it encountered, and its trajectory was extremely agile!
The Drunkard stretched out his left hand from his sleeve and flicked his fingers. A streak of clear light appeared in front of him.
There was a muffled sound.
The arrow fell in front of him, falling into the dirty water on the ground. It was like a swan that had been killed, no longer as agile as before. It had lost all of its life force and became incomparably stiff.
The Drunkard raised his eyebrows and felt that the arrow was extraordinary.
Ning Que finally appeared.
He stood at the end of the town's long street.
His body was covered with blood, coagulated blood, and new blood flowed out from the wounds that were reopened because of running. The old blood mixed with the new blood, and together with the dust from the journey of eight thousand miles, he looked very dirty. He looked like a poor beggar who had been beaten by his companions for countless times, just like Long Qing in the past.
He had rushed here from thousands of miles away, without sleep or rest for two days and one night, without regulating his Qi-circulation, regardless of his injuries. He was already on the verge of collapse. However, he held the iron bow in his hand and looked at the Drunkard calmly, as if Min Mountain was unshakable!
Looking at Ning Que and the iron arrow on the iron bow, the Drunkard's expression gradually turned solemn and his face turned pale. With a clear whistle, he suddenly disappeared and went a hundred miles away.
The next moment, he returned from a hundred miles away and appeared in front of Sangsang. He pointed between her eyebrows with one finger.
The indigo lion that had been guarding Sangsang's side had its mane scattered like arrows. An extremely wild lion roar resounded between Heaven and Earth, and the tiles in the dead silent town were flying in all directions!
The Drunkard's body emitted a clear light. His finger passed through the clear light, and with an immeasurable amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth, it shattered countless arrow-like mane and tiles, and accurately pointed at the indigo lion's head.
The indigo lion roared, and countless vajra murderous intent condensed from Buddha's breath spurted out from its mouth. However, like the mane and tiles, it could not stop the Drunkard's finger!
With a furious roar, the indigo lion retreated with blood spilling out.
Sangsang turned her wrist, and the abacus instantly shattered. Dozens of abacus beads flew through the clear light and fell on the Drunkard's chest, making a series of dense popping sounds.
The Drunkard's mouth was bleeding, but he was still moving like lightning. He continued to point between her eyebrows, determined to kill her. He even ignored the talisman written by the abacus beads began to spread talisman intent!
Before the finger arrived, the finger intent had already arrived. An unimaginable amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth followed the Drunkard's finger and pierced … no, it should be blasted between Sangsang's eyebrows!
This time, he did not even use the sword in the flagon!
Sangsang's face turned extremely pale. If it were in the past, she would have been able to deal with such a desperate attack with just a glance. But now, she needed help from others.
Blood flowed out from the corner of her eye, and it looked extremely terrifying.
The Drunkard continued to move forward. He only needed a moment to kill Sangsang with his finger.
Unfortunately, he was still a moment late.
Because Ning Que's arrow had arrived. This time, it was not an ordinary arrow, but an iron arrow.
The Drunkard retreated, and retreated for hundreds of miles.
Then he came back.
He looked at the wound left by the iron arrow on his left shoulder, and the blood that dripped onto the ground and merged into the dirty water. He was silent for a moment, and then he raised his head and looked at Ning Que who was standing beside Sangsang.
He was at the end of the street, dozens of feet away from the ruins of the tavern, and very close to the calligraphy and painting shop.
Previously, he decided to kill Sangsang because Ning Que's iron arrow was very troublesome. Now that he failed, he did not look anxious, because he had to be calm.
Only by being absolutely calm could he avoid Ning Que's iron arrow.
He reached out his right shoulder, as if he was dusting off dust, and the blood fell onto the ground.
Ning Que's iron arrow came again.
Before the iron arrow left the bowstring, the Drunkard had already sensed the movement of Ning Que's fingers, and he acted in advance.
A muffled sound was heard.
A clear arrow path appeared on the long street. The newly condensed water vapor was blurry in the long street which was filled with the breeze after the rain. It reflected the dim light in the calligraphy and painting shop, giving people a weird feeling.
The Drunkard returned to the street, untied the flagon on his waist, and drank a few mouthfuls of wine, regardless of the wine dripping all over his body. Then he looked at Ning Que quietly, and slowly drew out a sharp sword from the flagon.
The iron arrow came again.
He dodged again.
He came back again.
He looked at the quiver on Ning Que's back, and asked a very important question.
"How many iron arrows do you have left?"
Ning Que did not answer his question. His face was covered with dirt and blood, but his expression was surprisingly calm.
This was not Chang 'an. He could not borrow the power of the God-stunning Array, and Sangsang could not support him with endless Haotian's Divine Flame like before.
Without the inheritance of his master, without the enlightenment of Haotian, he only had himself.
The Drunkard did not expect to hear an answer. He knew that Ning Que only had one iron arrow left, and victory was right in front of him.
Most importantly, he had confirmed that Ning Que's arrow could not hit him at all.
Ning Que continued to shoot arrows, ordinary arrows.
In the small town, the shrill sound of arrows piercing through the air could be heard. The sound of arrows was so dense that it seemed to have no end.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The arrows left the bowstring and accurately shot at the Drunkard at a terrifying speed. They tore through the air and tore through the night. Countless shadows of arrows even lit up the dark town.
The Drunkard moved like a ghost, waving his sleeves like dancing.
No matter how fast or how accurate Ning Que's arrows were, they could not hit him.
Because he was really too fast.
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It was quiet on the street.
Arrows were everywhere.
Arrows were stuck in the broken eaves of the pawnshop.
Arrows were deeply stuck in the stone steps of the rice shop.
Arrows were cracked like spider webs on the bluestone slabs.
It was not hard to imagine how powerful Ning Que's archery was to be able to pierce through the hard stones.
Such archery skills still did not kill the Drunkard.
Ning Que maintained the posture of drawing the bow and aimed at the Drunkard silently. He did not release the bowstring. His arms were slightly trembling because of the exhaustion from the previous series of shots.
There were only a few ordinary arrows and one iron arrow left in the quiver on his back.
The Drunkard looked at him emotionlessly and said, "Shoot me if you can."
Ning Que did not speak, because he really could not hit him.
Because of his silence, the Drunkard laughed. His laughter was full of mockery and disdain, "Go ahead."
Ning Que did not shoot, nor did he put down the iron bow.
He was waiting.
He was waiting for the moment when the Drunkard could not move back and forth.
The Drunkard stood in front of the calligraphy and painting shop. The dim light in the shop passed through the paper window and fell on his face. It was a little mottled, like leaves that did not leave the branches in autumn but were soaked in the autumn rain for a few days.
Suddenly, a strong array intent emerged from the mottled light on his face.
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(There aren't three things today, just one. Maoni1118, the lucky draw of a certain WeChat official account, will officially start tomorrow. Everyone is welcome to follow. Hmm, the prizes will be announced tomorrow. It should be pretty good … Of course, it's a pity that I haven't found any sponsors. So I'll do it myself. Oh, by the way, the Drunkard will be killed tomorrow. Don't worry about the ending. Of course it's awesome. I've thought about it since three years ago.)
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