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Chapter 60 Heart Arrow Flow, Body as an Arrow
Archer is the ace profession on the battlefield.

Practice has led to the rapid development of personal force, coupled with the improvement of materials and forging techniques, the role of archers on the battlefield far exceeds that of snipers who rely solely on firearms.

A top archer, even in close combat, will not be inferior in strength.

However, this profession is easy to learn but difficult to master, and the development cycle is too long.

Like Luo Feng, it is very rare for a sharp archer to become famous by moving mountains.

At least in the school environment, it can be called scary.

……

On the stage at the moment.

After Luo Feng opened the distance for the first time, three short arrows swished out.

One ran towards Chu Yao's eyes.

One aimed at the heart.

The other shoots to the top of the head.

The extremely fast arrow is even faster than the bullet, just like a laser.

This speed...

Chu Yao was taken aback.

Moreover, since the take-off route was blocked, Chu Yao had no way to take off immediately.

Dodging in a bit of embarrassment, Chu Yao dodged the arrows aimed at his eyes and heart, but his arm was still inevitably shot.

The sharp arrow pierced hard into the white armor.

Although it didn't penetrate completely, it squeezed in like a nail.

Chu Yao felt that the arrow pierced through the white armor, pierced the skin, and got stuck in the muscle.

The point is, there are barbs on the arrow!

I can't reach out and pull it out at all, otherwise I will definitely bring out a large piece of meat.

The severe pain made Chu Yao sweat profusely...

And the next second.

Whoosh whoosh!
Three more arrows were fired.

This time, Luo Feng did not aim at Chu Yao's body, but like a master of human body strokes, he firmly restricted Chu Yao's movement.

Chu Yao still couldn't take off.

……

An excellent archer must be a master of prediction.

It can even accurately predict the predictions of others.

Chu Yao is now firmly restrained.

Whenever he just wanted to move, the arrow would whiz.

This is Luo Feng's famous stunt, Heart Arrow Flow.

Chu Yao is not the only one who has enjoyed such treatment.

All of his opponents on the red list had enjoyed such treatment before.

Luo Feng can shoot more than thirty arrows in one second, and his hand speed has surpassed the limit that normal people can achieve.

Chu Yao's thoughts were racing and he was thinking about countermeasures.

There is no doubt that Luo Feng's fighting style is very restrained.

Even if he flew up by himself, he couldn't threaten him.

indeed.

He can fly to a height of several thousand meters, but Luo Feng will definitely not be able to shoot it.

But I can't attack him either.

And once he landed within a range of [-] meters, Luo Feng's arrows would form an absolute domain.

As long as you have the intention to approach, you will be tied into a hedgehog immediately.

Thinking of this, Chu Yao's eyes became serious.

In fact, before taking the stage, Chu Yao was full of confidence. With Lao Tzu's strength, he could not be crushed every minute.

But now I realize... I am really not as fast as him.

What made Chu Yao's head hurt even more was that the arm he was shot just now had already started to be paralyzed.

He also seems to have poison on the arrow?
"Your arrows are poisonous?"

Chu Yao asked loudly.

Luo Feng shook his head and smiled.

"It was originally snake venom, or it could be a strong cui-love drug, but this is not actual combat, so I replaced it with anesthesia powder."

"In this way, when you pull out the arrow for you later, it won't hurt so much."

"How about it, brother, am I enough?"

Chu Yao: ...

I thank you so much!
The current situation is already very unfavorable to him.

The wisest choice seems to be to take the initiative to admit defeat, then go back to study tactics and wait for the next challenge.

However, Chu Yao was not reconciled.

I don't want to let myself develop this kind of "giving up" thinking.

Fortunately, this is a ring. If this is a battlefield, no matter how difficult it is, you have to bite the bullet and do it.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I won't let you fly."

Holding the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other, Luo Feng locked onto Chu Yao firmly.

Hearing this, Chu Yao remained silent.

He is farting!

I'm fooling myself.

Now, this kid must be eager to fly by himself.

As long as he flies into the air, as long as he is at a low altitude, he is a living target.

His own flying skills can bully other players, but it is useless to this kind of archer.

Thinking of this, in the blink of an eye, Chu Yao gritted his teeth, and a crazy idea popped into his head.

But there was a wry smile on his face.

"Give me a chance, Brother Luo, if I don't fly, how can I fight?"

"This is not fair!"

Luo Feng seemed to hesitate for a moment.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you time to shoot an arrow, you fly!"

Chu Yao: "Thank you!"

After speaking, Chu Yao's wings emerged immediately, ready to take off.

However, it is not flying high into the sky.

Instead, with a posture that was almost gliding, like a wild horse that has run free, a sports car that started violently, it slammed into Luo Feng on the opposite side of the ring fiercely!
You are not fast!
Then I... use the flesh as an arrow!
At this scene, Luo Feng's complexion changed drastically!

He suddenly realized that Chu Yao saw through his bait and took the opportunity to find an opportunity!

Luo Feng frantically drew his bow.

In an instant, 27 arrows were shot!
Nine strums!

A dense burst of arrows rained in the air, blocking all of Chu Yao's advancing directions.

But Chu Yao didn't care about it at all. Two king alloy gloves were in front of him, one to protect his face and eyes, and the other to protect his chest and internal organs.

shhhhhh!
boom!
boom!
Arrows kept shooting at Chu Yao.

Shots were shot in the legs, shoulders, waists, and even the wings.

Still the same as before, deeply penetrated into the muscles.

However, Chu Yao's chest and head were protected by the King's Alloy Gloves, and he was unscathed.

Chu Yao's whole body was in extreme pain, but the victory was within his grasp.

boom!
Chu Yao bumped into Luo Feng fiercely.

The terrifying physical body, combined with the rapid speed, is like a picture of sparks hitting the earth.

The longbow in Luo Feng's hand was smashed, his body was also kicked up high, and flew out of the range of the ring.

He vomited blood in mid-air.

Blood spurted.

Luo Feng was hit badly, at least three ribs were broken, and his internal organs were bleeding.

He has melee ability, but such a rampage has nothing to do with any skills.

To put it bluntly, it is reckless.

Pure, the collision between the body and the body, male on male, direct and rigid.

Luo Feng is not as strong as Chu Yao, nor does he have Chu Yao's dynamic potential.

Therefore, the laning is completely defeated.

Therefore,
"Admit defeat!"

"I fucking admit defeat!"

The moment Chu Yao's rope was wrapped around his neck, Luo Feng yelled.

Hearing this, Chu Yao also stopped.

Landing.

Shaky.

Chu Yao shot seven or eight arrows all over his body, and blood overflowed from each arrow hole, staining the white armor with blood.

Luo Feng was lying on the ground, still spitting blood, his face pale.

"Aren't you too ruthless?"

"You still play like this?"

The muscles on his face twitched, and he spoke with difficulty.

Chu Yao was covered in blood, but showed an incomparably bright smile.

"Who told you to put the arrow on it, isn't it highly poisonous?"

"You didn't lose to me."

"You just didn't regard this place as a real battlefield."

Chu Yao said this without the slightest hint of ridicule, but with a very sincere and sincere communication.

Luo Feng spat out blood and nodded silently.

……

in the stands.

Lu Zhenhua hurried over to treat the injuries of the two of them.

First, a green light stabilized Luo Feng's injury.

Then he looked at Chu Yao.

His eyes were cold.

The complexion was ashen.

"You're the only one who is awesome, right?"

"You think this is a real battlefield?"

"Who is more ruthless?"

"Not to mention death?"

Lu Zhenhua's tone of hating iron but not steel.

Chu Yao: ...

She looked at him shyly, with a coquettish tone.

"Okay, stop talking, hurry up, milk me. It hurts."

……

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(End of this chapter)