Steal the world

Chapter 200 Passionate Kiss in the Ten Thousand Armies! (6)

The third prince of Aofeng Country, the only remaining prince of Aofeng Country after the Six Years War.

A hundred steps through the Yang, the arrow is never in vain!
Duo Long had reason to believe that this arrow would not only kill Baili Qingtian, but also seriously injure him!

If the main general is injured, the army's morale will be disturbed!
Well, tonight's victory is still theirs!
The black arrows are like the eyes of death, dark and cold.

Soldiers from the two countries who passed through the chaotic fight rushed towards the back of the hundred miles of sunny days without hesitation.

Ao Nishino lowered his bow-holding right hand and curled the corners of his lips coldly. 
Surrounded by countless soldiers from the Aofeng Kingdom, it is impossible for a god to have the strength to shoot this arrow even if it is a sunny day.

The sleeves of the robe fluttered, and the long sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow.

Following the sword light, three more Aofeng soldiers fell down with a muffled sound. 
Baili Qingtian's face was stained with the blood of the enemy, and the originally handsome face was now terribly cold.

Sensing the cold murderous intent behind her, Baili Qingtian's eyebrows trembled slightly.

He knew that it was too late to dodge now!

Repelling a soldier with a wave of his left hand, he quickly used his true energy to protect his back.

Since he couldn't hide, he had no choice but to take it hard.
No matter what, he can't fall down!
when!
A muffled sound.

It was the dull sound of the arrow point piercing the leather armor.

The icy arrow tip clung to Baili Qingtian's skin and stopped.

The location is facing the back of the heart!

In just an instant, he pulled back strangely and left his leather armor.

On the shiny black eagle-feather arrow tails, crystal clear ice silk stretched into an almost indistinguishable straight line.

Baili Qingtian turned around in amazement, only to see a little red man grabbing the arrow and lightly tapping the head of an Aofeng country soldier with his toes.

Then, he threw it into his arms like a bird.

The warm body temperature is accompanied by the familiar sweetness of chocolate.

(End of this chapter)