Chapter 964 (1/2)

The wind is strong at high altitude, which makes the archer more demanding.

However, before the aborigines shot the second arrow, the little silver carrying sun Mo ran past him in a swift and lightning speed.

Shua!

Sun Mo didn't wave his sword. He just laid the sword across the aboriginal's neck.

Whew! Whew!

There's an arrow on it.

The little silver flew away, and at this time, the head of the slain Aboriginal turned to one side and fell down, and then rose up like a fountain of blood.

”I feel like a medieval European knight, riding against a duel!”

Sun Mo mocked himself.

After all, killing people is uncomfortable.

Small silver seems to like this tactic too. After drawing a circle, she faces Douzhu again to prepare for the next round of charge.

”Stop, stop, stop!”

Sun Mo quickly stopped.

My darling, there are bows and arrows in the hands of the green skin aborigines. Do you think that I am not dead fast enough?

On Sun Mo's back, there are also bows and arrows. It's just too close to shoot. Now it's different. You can operate it calmly.

”I don't believe these aborigines can be more powerful than my philosophy!”

Sun Mo is not impatient and impatient. He slowly raises his bow and arrow, which is deliberately exerting psychological pressure on the other side.

The natives were shouting, and they didn't know whether they were scolding or greeting their companions, but they had great courage.

Seeing sun Mo's arrows, they did not dodge and began to shoot at each other.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

Although the wind is strong at high altitude, which greatly affects the accuracy of the target, the green skin Aborigines have been hunting for a living all their lives, and they do not need to test fire. If you look at the deflection of the arrows of their companions, you will probably know how to handle the advance.

Unfortunately, silver flies out of range, leaving them helpless.

”Lingo, what to do?”

”Ancestors, this guy has a cloud?”

”What? You will die if you go on like this

The natives yelled, and a little bit of tension and fear appeared on their faces, and even one of them began to slide down the beanstalk.

”Catch up!”

Sun Mo immediately ordered.

Shua!

Eight door Golden Lock cloud as fast as lightning, dragging a silver tail, it rushed down.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

The fleeing Aboriginal archery, however, is still moving at a high speed, so it has a poor hit rate, and watching sun Mo get closer and closer, which makes him more and more anxious.

All of a sudden, his hand to the quiver froze, for it caught the air.

The arrows are used up.

”Goodbye!”

Sun Mo said it with an arrow,

poop!

The arrow, like a flying flower, pierced the aboriginal's head and nailed it to the beanstalk. Then, he sat on a small silver and flew up slowly.

The natives, no longer speaking, had a look of despair on their faces.

Mu Qianlin felt numb when he saw this scene.

This human has a cloud that can fly?

What's more, why does it fly so fast?

Muqianlin is one of the top five archers in the tribe. It can shoot birds in the sky with its eyes closed, so it has already considered when climbing up.

Even if sun Mo has a big bird to mount, he is not afraid to shoot it, but the cloud is too fast.

This is beyond the scope of Mu Qianlin's cognition.

Let me shoot down a cloud?

Isn't that bullshit?

Of course, the most terrible thing is not this, but the human, why archery is so superb? In the tribe, they all rank in the top 20.

It's enough to kill people.

Mu Qianlin also considered that sun Mo had a mount. What should he do?

If you can't hit him, you will retreat. Anyway, your side has a long-range weapon, and the other side can't fly close. But now, all the plans are in vain.

”Lingo, what to do?”

There are aboriginal anxieties.