Chapter 817
Ten thousand square shooting, sharp arrows from all directions, potential to encircle the three kings of Ming island into a hedgehog.
"Go. " With a shout of violence, the three kings" body shape surged up to three or four Zhang in one leap. They stepped on the rocket and rushed out as fast as lightning.
Even if they are able to reach the sky, if they are trapped in an encirclement, they will not die.
It"s the best way to fall into the ambush.
Standing high and xuanyuanche on the star picking hall, seeing this cold hum, I mentioned the big bow on the star picking loft Pavilion.
Gold arrow with bow, silver bow wide open.
Xuanyuanche aimed at the king of fire, and put his fingers on it.
In an instant, I saw a golden light pa.s.sing through the clouds and breaking through the moon. Under the bright moonlight, there was a golden arc. The sound of tearing the air made people scared.
Golden compet.i.tion, such as into the realm of no one, rowing through the air, who can block.
The golden arrow broke through the air. It was much faster than the rocket of the forbidden guards. In a blink of an eye, it was in front of the king of fire.
"Bang. " Listen to a light sound, blood burst, sprinkle to the sky.
In the dark sky that ten thousand rockets shine like day, all people can see it.
The fire king"s hand is empty. I planned to split the arrow directly. I didn"t want to break the sky with my palm power, but I only split the golden arrow by half an inch. I couldn"t change my moves. The golden arrow rushed by and was shot down by xuanyuanche.
The body shape is wrong, and the king of power pa.s.sing by sees this. He grabs the king of fire. His body shape flashes and rushes out of the rocket formation.
"What a heavenly king! We have recognized this battle. It will never be so easy next time. "
The night was dark, and the voice of indifference came from the sky. As soon as the wrist was raised, xuanyuanche grasped the silver bow, which was colder than the voice of Yaow.a.n.g: "I will accompany you at any time. "
"Anytime... "
Xuanyuanche"s voice is still falling. The autumn trace below, Murong invincible, Yanhu, and others are shouting.
Thousands of people roar in the night sky, curtain roll up the sky, magnificent.