Chapter 48

Ye Qing once shot the Lord of Aurora and Eternal Winter with one arrow.

But that was the result of sacrificing longevity using the golden scales.

Today's arrow is just a simple and pure wind.

Ge Sheng looked at the arrow shot by Ye Qing, and his pupils contracted slightly.

He had never seen such a fast arrow, even the crossbow arrow that Princess Ye Luan had shot with the Biyun crossbow that could catch up with the sound was dwarfed by it.

The distance of thousands of meters is instantaneous, especially in the blink of an eye, let alone a snap of a finger.

A lot of times, speed is everything, especially when it comes to bows and arrows.

Ge Sheng held the sword in both hands, and the horizontal sword was in front of him.

He didn't have time to chop, to cut, he only had time to block.

Blocking means everything.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! The metal symphony of ......" echoed in the huge venue, others may be innumerable, but Ge Sheng's heart is like a mirror.

There were seven hundred and fourteen sounds.

He also took seven hundred and fourteen steps back until his back touched the edge wall of the room.

He had never seen an arrow feather so fast and so strong, leaving him with the only way to unload the near-infinite power of the arrow feather in one collision after another.

He sighed, and threw the Douqi Long Sword in his hand to the ground, which was already riddled with holes, and the pale golden darkness slowly emerged from the palm of his hand.

If he didn't use this weapon, he really wouldn't be sure to block Ye Qing's second arrow.

But if nothing else, there is a third and fourth arrow.

For this sister, no one in this world can understand him better.

The second arrow to.

As he thought, Ye Qing didn't care if the first arrow would hurt him at all, the second arrow had already followed, and when the girl wanted to win, no one could stop her.

When she wanted to beat herself, there was no one but herself who could stop her.

However, at this time, the sword in Ge Sheng's hand was dark.

And, Ge Sheng took a lot of steps back.

He took a lot of steps back to weaken the strength of the arrow, but it also widened the distance between him and Ye Qing.

It's stupid to distance yourself from an archer, but sometimes it's not.

Like now.

Because the arrows have to fly a little longer.

Ge Sheng closed his eyes, held the sword in one hand, and flipped his wrist.

Arrows come.

The sword comes.

Ge Sheng waved his long sword, he didn't open his eyes, but his heart was bright.

The sword that shot was like a torch in his sea of consciousness, and all he had to do was to extinguish it.

So a sword came out, and an arrow was cut straight through it, and it was an invisible wind arrow, but the wind could also be cut away.

The third arrow came, and the third sword fell.

The audience at the entire venue was watching the performance of this pair of world-class brothers and sisters, and their sophistication was even comparable to the battle between Ao Xuehua and Mo Xiaojing last year.

At the end of the summer, the Friends Society did not dare to say a word, as if if a word was spoken, Ge Sheng would be affected and pierced through the heart with an arrow.

Ye Qing shot thirteen arrows.

Ge Sheng slashed thirteen arrows.

The audience was silent and suffocated.

After Ye Qing finished shooting the thirteenth arrow, he restrained his hands and looked at the opposite side: "Are you dead?" ”

"Not yet." Ge Sheng said on the other side. Twenty fifty thousand

"Do you want to fight?" Ye Qing asked.

Ge Sheng nodded, although the other party couldn't see it: "You can still fight." ”

"Need a break?" Ye Qing asked.

Ge Sheng thought for a moment, then looked at his blood-dripping hands: "One minute." ”

Ye Qing nodded, then descended from the air, and sat cross-legged and floated on the water: "Then a minute." ”

Then the audience looked at the brother and sister in a daze.

Zhou Xi finally complained: "What do they think of this place, they are still flirting!" ”

Mo Xiaojing smiled, and then looked at Xingxi: "How many arrows?" ”

Xingxi nodded and said seriously, "Thirteen arrows." ”

Mo Xiaojing nodded, no longer spoke, but Qixia spoke unhurriedly: "Although I have always understood this, today has deepened the impression that they are two little monsters." ”

"What do you think, Master?" The owner of the pavilion in Qixia's mouth can only be one person.

Christie smiled slightly: "I don't have any feelings, they are just small monsters, and I am a big monster." ”

A minute goes by.

Ye Qing stood up first, and then slowly walked towards the opposite side.

It wasn't until she walked up that the audience discovered this astonishing fact.

The magic weapon shattered.

After that furious and ravaging extraction, Ye Qing's magic guide armament finally only supported thirteen arrows, and then it was completely shattered, and at this time, as the girl walked, the fragments of her clothes fell on the water one by one, forming a long broken trajectory.

The girl herself wore a complicated and heavy robe that was almost an ancient ceremonial dress, but as the robe peeled off like a strand of silk that had been sealed in the ground for thousands of years, it was also revealed that she was hiding under the robe.

She was wearing a long dress under the heavy dress.

White, light long dress.

No one knew how she tucked the long skirt under the robe, but everyone knew that when the robe was broken, Ye Qing walked towards Ge Sheng in a white dress.

Ge Sheng didn't move, waiting there for Ye Qing to come slowly.

His hands were no longer bleeding, and he even had the leisure to wash them with the water under him, staining a large pool of water red before slowly dissipating until it was finally as light as silk.

But he did not hold a sword in his hand.

He couldn't hold the sword either, because the hands couldn't even close together strongly, and even trembled uncontrollably.

When he saw Ye Qing's white dress, the boy's expression was first surprised, and then changed to heartfelt nostalgia, but when he spoke, it was a different word: "It's expensive, right?" ”

"It's not very expensive." Ye Qing lightly vetoed him: "It's very expensive, and even I always feel that you have never seen such an expensive thing in your life." ”

"But you broke it." Ge Sheng said.

Ye Qing nodded: "Well, I broke it." ”

"But it's still fun." She looked at the other party, at the other party's trembling hands: "Is it comfortable to be beaten?" ”

"Okay." Ge Sheng replied, and then he opened his hands to look at the other party, "But I think I can still fight." ”

"That's a coincidence." Ye Qing smiled: "I can just fight." ”

Ge Sheng looked at the other party: "Hit with your hands?" ”

Ye Qing smiled and nodded: "Of course I hit it with my hands." ”

With that, the girl leaned forward and threw a punch.

It was hard to imagine how much power Ye Qing's immature Pink Fist would have, but no one who had truly experienced the power of Pink Fist would doubt the true strength in it.

Ge Sheng took a step back, then stretched out his palm to push him away.

His hands were wounded, and he couldn't hold a sword, and naturally he couldn't make a fist.

But to block and back down, it is enough to use the palm.

When they were young, they used these crudest and simplest punches and kicks when they were fighting.

When they grow up, they can fight like the best people in the world, but in the end, they choose to use the juvenile way to divide the winners and losers.

That is, the battle of teenagers.