Mu Bi turned his head stubbornly and saw Zhang Ju smiling at him.
That's the hard bow of Eight Stones! Such a hard bow can actually be faster than using a crossbow! How powerful is he to shoot arrows out of the eight-stone hard bow so quickly! And in such a fast, and in such a short period of time, twelve times!
At this time, the voices of the clansmen talked and finally got into Mu Bi's ears.
"You can shoot four arrows at once!"
"Yeah! And so accurate! They all shot!"
"How to do it! Is this a dream!"
"Such a hard bow, three times in a row so fast, it's powerful enough!"
"I have never seen an arrow shooter like this! This is a magical skill!"
"I'm so strong!"
"It's so good!"
"Four arrows shot together!"
"..."
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"Four arrows... shoot together...!" Mu Bi couldn't believe his ears.
Yes, Zhang Ju once again demonstrated his strongest archery skills, and also the strongest archery skills in the world-Four Seasons!
A volley of arrows may be possible, but a volley of arrows can guarantee the accuracy of the head. There is only one person in this world, Jinyiwei Thirteen Taibao, Saizhe don't be arrogant!
Two volleys are called stalks, three volleys are called Kaitai, and four volleys are called four seasons.
This is the strongest archery in the legend!
Just Zhang Ju, I used four arrows in a volley, three arrows, three bows, three bows, and three volleys! He shot ten of his own targets, and at the same time he shot two of Mu Bi's targets with his feet.
"This game..." Mu Bi bit and said solemnly: "I lost again...!"
Zhang Ju put away his bow and said with a smile: "Two wins in three games... The third game, is it still better?"
Regardless of whether the wood must be compared or not, it is in accordance with Zhang Ju's mind.
If Mu must not compare, it is a surrender, not only losing the game, but also losing his courage and confidence.
Mu must lose the courage and confidence, and the Lisu people also lost the courage and confidence to resist.
If it's wood, it's better than...
"Nevertheless, but... In the third game, I still have to compare!" Mu Bi raised his head and said firmly.
Zhang Ju smiled, very happy...
If Mu Bi dared to fight... Zhang Ju could take the last step on Mu Bi's last hope!
"This round... but it's about life and death..." Zhang Ju slowly said.
"It's just death... I want to finish this match too!" Mu Bi looked at the Lisu tribe around him, his heart was also as gray as death.
He can't just give up, as Zhang Ju can think of, he can think of it!
He knows better than Zhang Ju, his position and height in the hearts of Lisu people.
Back then, he overcame all difficulties, traversed mountains and ridges, and brought the first group of people to the Nu River on a long journey. He knows clearly that the reason why these remnants who look like bereaved dogs are able to walk here, to lay a ground here, to be able to gain a foothold here, is that he continues to give them confidence and let them see the seemingly powerful illusion. Today, it is able to develop, and it is truly powerful in the Nu River basin today.
The reason why he is so tough on any tribe, even the yamen of Daming, is to strengthen the confidence of the Lisu people who were forced to leave their homes and come to the remote mountainous area of Nujiang.
This is also the reason why Lu Bing came here and beat his people, and he would agree to take revenge.
However, he didn't expect that these Da Ming soldiers really took it seriously, knocking on his home so easily, knocking on his door, and driving him to such a desperate situation.
He can't lose confidence, and can't let his people lose confidence.
Without confidence, there is no hope, without hope, there is no way to be strong anymore!
Mu Bi looked at the small village, at the courtyard wall of the house hidden behind the big tree... It was a place he knew well, and a battlefield he was good at!
Lisu people walk through the mountains and forests, lurking behind their prey, it is their natural stunt!
As long as you get in there, it's like a fish in water!
There is hope of turning defeat into victory!
Hmph, the previous agreement was not to win two games in three games, but to divide life and death!
Just kill you! I won!
Mu Bi was near the edge of madness, he didn't think about it now, if he really killed the archer master, would that master Lu destroy his whole family.
There is only one belief left in Mu Bi's mind. Kill him and win!
You can win back the confidence and courage of the Lisu people... There is hope!
At this time, he didn't think about his original intention of the game at all, it was for the lives of himself and the Lisu hunters. Because in his mind, comparing the future of the whole clan, the lives of himself and those of those clan members, it is nothing!
That mountain forest and village is his last hope for turning defeat into victory!
Mu Biqiang smiled and said, "Isn't it... It's easy to use life and death to determine the winners and losers? I'm not dead yet, there is no winner or loser."
Zhang Ju's expression became cold, and said: "In this case, let's continue!"
Zhang Ju put a bow on his back and two quiveres on his shoulders, and walked to the forest and village first.
Mu Bi carefully adhered to the bow and the two crossbows, and then took all three different arrows and fixed them on his body. Then he followed Zhang Ju to the mountain forest...
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Just when Zhang Ju and Mu Bi walked into the forest, Zhu Liu finally arrived in the capital.
Just as Lu Bing, Jin Yiwei, and Lisu people were staring at Zhang Ju and Mu Bi’s faint shuttle in the mountains and forests and villages at this time, Zhu Liuyi entered the capital, and countless people in the palace and the court were also watching. He and Jin Yiwei.
What's different is that Jin Yiwei, who doesn't know the circumstances, is also staring at Zhu Liu's return. Yang Lin, Xue Yang, Zhou Bin, and Liu Biao are all waiting for Zhu Liu, hoping to learn more about Jiangnan's affairs as soon as possible, and to discuss follow-up actions with him.
Zhu Liu's return to Beijing gave Yang Lin and the others a sigh of relief.
Zhu Liu, who had a different idea in his mind, did not go to see Yang Lin and the others immediately. Instead, Zhang Mo, who had been with him, quietly returned to Beijing, took his head.
Just as Lu Bing was busy eradicating the roots of the White Lotus Sect, Zhu Liu and Zhang Mo also began to dig his roots intensively.
Between them, there must be a division of victory or defeat.
The outcome between them is not decided by one person's life.
The victory or defeat between them will cause thousands of people to lose their lives and future.
It is obvious that at this moment, whoever roots out first determines whether Lu Bing can break free from an unfavorable situation and get a chance to turn things around.
Yes, it is not good for Lu Bing now, because he is even more ignorant.
The sharpest knife that originally belonged to him, now seems to no longer belong to him, and has even been held in the hands of the most dangerous enemy, sneaking into his deadliest interior.
The longer he procrastinated, the more he would lose, until he had no energy to turn back even when he returned to Beijing.