The girl tilted her face slightly, and half of her outline seemed to be gilded by the sunlight. Her skin was pale and almost transparent, and the feeling of fragmentation became even stronger. When she heard Yang Jian's question, she was startled, and then she blinked lightly. He arched his eyebrows harmlessly, his face full of sincerity:
"It's okay, I just think that the Flying Eagle and the Roaring Dog are so brave."
It's okay, I just want to see if Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun is so brave.
This is what Su Changqing thought in her heart.
"..."
Yang Jian looked at her with lowered eyebrows, his sharp black eyes were like a hawk, sharp and powerful, with a faint murderous aura, which made people feel a strong sense of oppression, but at this moment, he felt a bit helpless.
Has this girl forgotten that since she summoned him, they have been connected mentally. At this time, he can clearly feel what she is thinking in her heart.
Su Changqing pursed her lips and looked at him innocently.
What bad intentions does she have?
But I just have too high a filter on his idol, and I also want to see this famous god of war in heaven fight.
Yang Jian glanced at her calmly, his dark hair flying in the wind, and his armor flowing like moonlight. He then looked away, and his eyes fell on the Flying Eagle and Roaring Dog who were fighting with the Snow Wolf monster. Although the Snow Wolf monster was powerful, It's not like an eagle or a dog, but——
If you don't have enough strength, you have to make up the quantity.
The number of snow wolf monsters has not decreased, and they are endlessly killing them. A pair of greedy and bloodthirsty eyes stare at the humans who attack them.
They were crawling forward and surrounding each other, making noisy and disorderly roars from their mouths. The dark and sharp screams were wrapped in flying dust, carrying a bone-eroding chill, and stirred up a vortex of cold wind, which seemed to be there in an instant. The organization is usually divided into several teams, and they attack Zhou Baichuan and Wu Ziang, Meng Cang and Su Changqing respectively.
It looked as ferocious as a wild beast that had been taken off its shackles.
Of course, Roaring Sky Dog and Flying Eagle are no exception.
The snow wolf monster hated every one of them equally.
Su Changqing frowned. Just as she was about to make a move, Yang Jian was already standing in front of her. The young man's eyes were cold and stern, as if indicating his imminent murderous intention. The next moment, the golden bow hanging on his waist was held by him. One of the hands held a silver bullet, and he suddenly pulled out the bowstring, firing dozens of silver bullets.
A strong wind blew by, and the silver bullets shot out with great force, carrying a cold and almost sharp cruelty, as if they were rushing towards the cliff and creating a huge wave, attacking the group of monster beasts.
"Bang bang bang——"
One after another, the snow wolf monsters had no time to howl, a blood mark spurted out from the center of their eyebrows, blood drops dripped, and their bodies were suddenly knocked away several meters away. The sound of tearing flesh and blood was accompanied by bloody splatters. , but fell to the ground suddenly.
The billowing smoke rose again.
Yang Jian tensed his right arm, held the bow, and loaded the bullet. Dozens of silver bullets burst out again, causing violent waves. Every silver bullet fired quickly did not miss, and they all penetrated the monster's eyebrows.
There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and along with splashing arcs of blood, dozens of snow wolf monsters were knocked away and fell to the ground.
The green grass has been splashed with blood, stained with a sticky scarlet color, dazzling and cold.
Suffering heavy losses one after another, the snow wolf monster beast group became more and more ferocious, letting out shrill roars and roars. They were furious, and their attacks became more crazy and ferocious. They jumped towards several people as if they were crazy, and the dark green flames on their bodies burned several feet high. , as if burning the enemy to ashes.
The Flying Eagle and Roaring Sky Dog were okay, and they still seemed to be able to deal with these snow wolf monsters with ease.
Zhou Baichuan and Mengcang were suffering the most. Although they were monks at the Golden Core stage, they couldn't bear the constant consumption. At this moment, their aura gradually weakened and their offensive slowed down.
Their eyes unconsciously fell on the young man standing in the center, and the only thought that came to their mind was——
This man is so strong!
However, the current situation did not allow them to be distracted. The roaring and attacking snow wolf monster let out a sharp roar, and its attacks became more and more ferocious.
Zhou Baichuan and Meng Cang wiped the blood and smoke from their faces and concentrated on dealing with the snow wolf monster. The flames they shot out flashed like red dragons, and their fists and kicks danced like thunder and lightning. The snake is light.
Yang Jian, holding a golden bow, looked at the crazy monsters with coldness and solemnity. His tall and straight figure was like a bamboo forest hiding from the wind and rain. The light of the golden bow flowed like water, and the silver bullet was caught in his slender fingers.
He Shiranly cocked the bow, and the silver bullet shot out. The violent spiritual force rushed out of the silver stream, and whipped out the crazy wind, instantly breaking through the defense line of the snow wolf monster beast group.
Wherever the silver bullet struck, no one survived. The roars and roars disappeared in an instant, and the attacking monsters fell to the ground one after another.
Su Changqing stood behind Yang Jian, unblinking, looking at the young man's hand in front of her with burning eyes. It was a golden bow and silver bullet. It was worthy of being a long-range attack weapon. It was truly a thousand miles away.
This was the first time she saw Jiang playing with a slingshot with such natural grace.
He is worthy of being the True Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao.
The majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth on Yang Jian blocked out dust and hurricanes, and his silver armor was not stained by dust. A faint hint of dissatisfaction flashed through his eyes as calm as cold stars, as if he disliked such an attack as too trivial. .
He pondered slightly, put away the golden bow in just a moment, and stretched out a hand with clear joints.
