In front of Feng Zhiwei, there was a stack of bamboo piles as high as her chest, there were people on the left and right sides, and behind her was a bright long knife.
She was trapped in it, and was forced to use an arrow to make a final statement to the suspicious Jin Siyu.
Jin Siyu was smiling.
It doesn't matter whether the arrow hits the target or not. It is naturally the best shot. If the coach is killed, Tiansheng will be in chaos, and he can be sure of winning. Even if they can't go back to Tiansheng, they can also upset the disappointed and shocked Tiansheng's army and turn the tide of the battle.
Put it to death and live later, that's all.
Feng Zhiwei was only silent for a moment, and the long knife behind her pierced into the flesh.
She pursed her lips, moved her fingers, and slowly took the bow.
Jin Siyu's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help smiling.
Feng Zhiwei also smiled helplessly, and lowered her head to look down the city.
The Chinese army stands still like a rock, supporting the commander-in-chief's banner and fluttering. The morning sun has emerged in the distance, and the golden light is like a sharp sword splitting the dark gray haze. , the man's robe fluttered, staring at her silently.
Eyes met and saw this dense city.
She smiled at him, and then, she drew the bow, set the arrow, and the bow became a full moon.
The black arrow tip was like a cold and hateful eye, silent and firm—towards him.
There was not even an uproar, and all the people who saw this scene were so shocked that they lost their voices.
Ning Yi raised his head straight, looked at the woman with flying black hair on the top of the wall, saw her calm expression, her brows were condensed, her bow hand was as stable as a stone, and she was aiming at his direction well. a cent.
Without perfunctory, without cheating, without hesitation, she drew the bow and pointed the arrow at him.
In an instant, Changxi's thirteenth year of flying snow came back, spinning and roaring into his internal organs, those flying snow turned into countless fragments of the past two years of encounter, stuffed coldly into the bottom of his heart, something was shattered by the blow It hurts, creaking like deep snow being trampled on.
The responsive guard rushed up, raised his shield, and with a pale face, he waved his arms heavily.
I once said, I am here, waiting for you to cut me across the road and give me a blow.
This is the first time we officially met after that year in the capital, you are holding your bow and facing each other coldly, are you finally coming to settle this old score with me
But if you see me, kill me.
good very good.
Wan Jun was shocked, only he didn't move, didn't let, didn't protect, didn't block, and looked up at her.
Wan Jun was astonished, only she did not change her expression, she only had a calm smile and drew her bow.
The bowstring rang slightly, and the long arrow was about to come out, Jin Siyu smiled slightly.
Just at this moment.
Surprise!
Her arm suddenly sank, and her heavy bow hit the pile in front of her. The pile shattered instantly, turning into a burst of red mist and dissipating. Her body supported on the pile lost its support, and suddenly fell from the top of the city!
A ray of shooting stars, flying and falling in front of the ten thousand armies, above the ten thousand zhang snow field.
On the distant horizon, the crimson Chaoyang suddenly jumped up.
In the deep red sun, the people falling from the ten-zhang city tower flutter lightly, like a thin leaf of grass or a strand of feather fluff, swaying in the golden light above the snowy field.
All the people looked up, because of the ever-changing changes in the city, they forgot to breathe.
The stacks were shattered, and the bluish-red brick mist rose into a broken cloud that covered the sight. A hand protruded from the broken cloud, and grabbed it like lightning.
Catch in the void.
There was a faint sound of silk tearing, and a piece of clothes as smooth as flowing water floated in the midair, leisurely.
On the city wall, Jin Siyu stood there in a daze.
His hands were frozen in the void, grasping a piece of nothingness.
The heart seems to have fallen into a cold nothingness.
He shrank slowly for a long while, and he seemed to hear the rattling sound of stiff joints rubbing against each other.
Feng Zhiwei got her wish and fell down.
Where she was, below was the Guards Battalion. Thousands of spears rose upright, and when they fell, it was a blood sieve.
Her last waking consciousness was to spread her hands and feet in mid-air, letting herself fly lightly. In the sound of the wind falling rapidly, the past was like flowing water.
Suddenly I felt very peaceful.
"Shua Shua."
Several figures swept across the Tiansheng army formation, all of them opened their arms to meet the falling woman, hoping to catch her with their own arms, or rather to be her flesh pad.
But there is a figure, stepping on the head, faster than the streamer.
The yellow figure suddenly appeared in the guard battalion who looked up at the tower stupidly, and swept over everyone's heads like a hurricane of smoke, and flew up at the fastest speed in his life.
He meets the fallen Feng Zhiwei.
"Stop him!"
The furious roar on the city tower exploded like a thunderbolt.
The Guards battalion, who came to their senses, drew their bows and arrows and raised their guns to strike with their knives, but the man was far above everyone's heads, and Yao Yangyu rushed forward with the cavalry in a murderous spirit.
Zong Chen raised his head and looked at the yellow shadow worriedly. It was easy for Gu Nanyi to receive Feng Zhiwei, but it was very difficult to land smoothly after receiving it. The huge momentum of the falling tower was like ten masters palming their chests together. The consequences of not being able to fall into the Guards camp would be disastrous.
The yellow shadow flies, and the lightning flashes, touching Feng Zhiwei's hanging hand in mid-air.
When the fingers touched, Gu Nanyi suddenly flicked his fingers, swung his cross arm, and with a clever force, Feng Zhiwei's falling figure was flatly pushed away.
The straight fall turned into an oblique flight in an instant, and Feng Zhiwei's flying direction had already landed outside the guard camp.
He Lianzheng and Ning Yi flew up at the same time. Although the latter was farther away, he was lighter than Helian Zheng who was carrying a sword. Two figures, one black and one blue, caught Feng Zhiwei almost at the same time, and one hugged her His shoulder hugged her leg.
The two had time to look at each other in mid-air, each hummed slightly, and seemed to make a movement under Feng Zhiwei's body, and then there was a muffled sound, and the shoulders of the two shook.
Over there, Gu Nanyi pushed Feng Zhiwei with all his strength in mid-air, and he immediately borne the huge momentum alone. With a muffled grunt, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, and his true energy in the air was exhausted, and his body collapsed like a stone in a straight line.
When He Lianzheng turned around and saw it, he immediately let go of Feng Zhiwei and rushed to rescue him in shock, but he was too far away in time.