The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Crash the city gate!" Luo Cheng yelled, his whole body was boiling with blood, and the blood flowing in his body was warlike.

More than a dozen fierce soldiers lifted the boulder and threw it at the city gate.

There was a loud bang, and the whole tower shook.

The city gate is made of black iron, and it was only slightly deformed after being smashed.

Luo Wanqing was still standing on the carriage, watching the battle between the two armies, her heart was in turmoil. She was destined to lose something in this battle.

Xia Houjue looked at Luo Wanqing, displeasure and anger flashed in his eyes, since she was so attached to her, then he would destroy everything!

"Lead the phantom bird, attack the city tower, and kill every single one!"

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince." The general received the order and left immediately.

After hitting the city gate repeatedly for more than ten times, the city gate finally collapsed with loud bangs.

Before the enemy army rushed into the city gate, the army inside the city had already rushed out of the city gate.

The two armies fought to the death, and in an instant, the flames of war raged.

In the air, a row of well-trained ferocious phantom birds swooped down with rain of arrows.

"Shoot the beasts in the sky!" Wu Xin ordered the soldiers, took the bow and arrow, and aimed at the leading phantom bird, the movement was done in one go without delay.

The phantom bird was hit by an arrow, and with a groan, it fell straight down, being trampled to pieces by the cavalry on the ground.

Nangong Chen looked at Wuxin, no matter what, Wuxin was really outstanding, decisive in killing and attacking, calm and calm, even he felt inferior.

He was both happy and disappointed, he didn't watch her grow up, let alone fulfill his elder brother's duty.

"I'll try it too." Qing Jun found it interesting, took a bow and arrow, and shot the phantom bird in the air.

It's a pity that his archery skills are not very good, and he fired a few arrows in a row without even touching the feather.

"Sister, are your archery skills better than Wuxin's?" Seeing the faint smile in her eyes, Qing Jun probably made fun of him.

"Want to learn?" Qiongying asked without answering.

"Of course, do you want to teach me?" Qing Jun bent his lips, his long and narrow eyes showed a bright smile, extremely beautiful.

"Okay." Qiongying smiled, took a bow and arrow, and then looked at the situation in the sky.

"Sister, you are so kind. Is there anything you don't know?" Qing Jun's eyes were full of admiration. She seemed to know everything, and she had a pair of breathtaking eyes, which would make people frightened.

"Aim at these two points, connect them in a straight line, and shoot the arrow decisively after aiming, otherwise the prey will fly away." Qiong Ying put the bow and arrow on the fence and said briefly.

"It's that simple." Qing Jun didn't quite believe it.

"Otherwise what do you think?"

"I don't believe it, why don't you demonstrate it again." Qing Jun smiled flatteringly, with a cunning flash in his eyes, in fact, he wanted to see her demeanor.

"Just one more time, see clearly." Qiongying looked at the sky, waited for a while, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly raised the bow and arrow, drew the bow and released the arrow.

With a whoosh, the arrow flew out at an incredible speed.

Swish, the sound of piercing through flesh and blood, the arrow pierced through the head of the phantom bird, with splashes of blood.

The feather arrow was dyed red, and the speed still did not slow down, passing through the heart of another phantom bird.

In the end, after the arrow killed two phantom birds in a row, it was nailed to the enemy's flagpole. The tail of the arrow was still dripping with blood, which was extremely strange.

The two phantom birds didn't even make a sound, they died soundlessly, fell to the ground, and were trampled to pieces by the cavalry.

Jing Ao twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling chilly in his heart, just now he secretly teased Hanyue Qiongying, doubting whether her hands were long enough to draw a bow.