Star Iron, but the amount of animation

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Moon Festival, Autumn Festival, and Reunion Festival. The roundness of the moon symbolizes family reunion and is used to express longing for one's hometown and family."

"If you hadn't insisted on shooting that second arrow, I would probably be preparing to reunite with my family by now."

"Of course, these are all insignificant trivia. I've said so much just to give you a little advice - even if you don't have your family to reunite with for the holidays, you shouldn't deliberately disgust others because of it. What do you think?"

An Jing's smile was very refreshing.

No, it’s more like a sense of relief, a familiar sense of casualness and calmness that comes after one’s thoughts become clear.

The centaur was silent.

Although He did not speak, He gave people the feeling that He was silent.

He suddenly raised his head, which had been lowered slightly, and looked down at the young man. Then he drew his bow and crossed his arms.

An arrow shot out.

Once again, run through.

This time, it was not the chest that was pierced, but the head.

It seemed as if He was really a little angry.

But it doesn’t matter.

As long as his health bar is not empty, he will not die, and it will be the same no matter where on his body is attacked.

An Jing's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and when he appeared the next moment, he was already above the centaur's head.

There was no visible injury on the young man's body. The light that pierced his head was absorbed into his body as his flesh and blood grew, causing his momentum to surge again.

Volume 1: Sketching from Life

I'm going to Yunnan for ten days to sketch, so I guess I'll have to stop updating for a while as I don't have much time or energy.

I'm going to Yunnan for ten days to sketch, so I guess I'll have to stop updating for a while as I don't have much time or energy.

I'm going to Yunnan for ten days to sketch, so I guess I'll have to stop updating for a while as I don't have much time or energy.

I'm going to Yunnan for ten days to sketch, so I guess I'll have to stop updating for a while as I don't have much time or energy.

Volume 1: Chapter 233: Damn you Feng Fu, I’m going to explode with you!

Then, he stepped down suddenly.

Even the silent vacuum seemed to be blown up by this blow, and the proudly raised head of the Star God was forced to lower slightly by dozens of meters. Although this number was almost negligible for Him whose body was more vast than a star, the angle of the lowering was hardly noticeable to the naked eye.

But no matter what - at this moment, the boy physically forced a star god to bow his head.

On Lan's face without facial features, a light spot between his eyebrows that looked like an eye burst out with great light. The next moment, An Jing's figure disappeared in front of his forehead and turned into a light spot, flying out for who knows how many light years away.

The young man only felt that countless needles had pierced into his body. Although his body recovered from the injuries in an instant as he flew a distance, the pain was still clearly remembered in his heart.

It made his heart burn more fiercely.

But just as he steady himself, another arrow of light pierced through his chest.

This attack was more powerful than any before it, but it was still far from killing him.

But the impact force still carried him further, and once again, before he could adjust his body, the next attack had already arrived.

An Jing looked at the Centaur that had become smaller in his field of vision and was so angry that he laughed for a moment.

What does that mean.

The Star God of the Groove wants to play kite flying, right? Do you still have some shame? He wants to ask! Can you not be so utilitarian?

But despite the scolding, the boy really had no way to deal with him.

Because he was completely unable to avoid His attacks.

That thing seemed to ignore space and time and would definitely hit the target. Anyway, he didn't have the ability to dodge it now.

It was fortunate that Lan was not fighting while running, otherwise He should not have moved until now.

An Jing didn't dare to think about it. If he ran away again, what would he use to catch him?

Just as he finished thinking about these few words, the young man was hit by several arrows, each one heavier than the last. It was obvious that this hunting star god was very bothered by having his head stepped on.

What should I do now... I can't just keep getting beaten like this. I may not die, but it hurts!

That's enough. He is about to become the king of shooting endurance. An Jing doesn't want to compete with the pharmacist for the top spot on the list of the number of times he has been shot by patrol hunters.

Feeling the pain and nourishment brought by those attacks, the young man suddenly had an idea.

Although it hurts, the hunting destiny energy assimilated from it is quite a bit...

Another arrow pierced his heart, and now with the rough "infusion" of so much hunting power, his speed had increased to a terrifying level. The boy turned around and actually grabbed the tail of the light arrow.

A teeth-grinding sizzling sound was heard, and his figure was carried away an unknown distance by the remaining power of the light arrow. Then, it could not be said that it was from the same source, but it could only be said that the fresh hunting power that had just been plucked out continuously flowed out of his body and poured into the light arrow.

The originally pure blue-purple light of the arrow of light suddenly flickered, and then, starting from the young man's palm, with a black base and golden threads entwined, it spread upwards until it assimilated the entire arrow of light.

Then, the direction changed.

Almost in an instant, the Centaur, which was as tiny as a star in the field of vision, once again blocked out the sky. The black and gold interwoven light was not as bright and high-profile as its previous blue and purple color, and it carried a light that could almost destroy everything around it in its path.

Now it was cold and tiny, as if it had melted into the starry sky, making it difficult to detect and avoid - at least Lan didn't avoid it.

Perhaps he felt that this attack could not hurt him and did not bother to dodge, or perhaps it was for some other unknown reason.

This proud star god has not moved a single step so far.

And now He has paid the price for His carelessness - or perhaps it was deliberate.

Guang Shi took the young man and pierced his entire body!

A liquid-like dark blue color flowed out from the small hole that was almost unnoticeable compared to the huge body, floating in the gravity-free vacuum, emitting a heart-pounding sharpness.

This was the first time He was truly injured in this battle.

The black color left by the arrow of light silently corroded his "flesh and blood", preventing the wound from healing.

The Centaur lowered his head and stared at the wound on his body, seemingly in a daze.

An Jing floated in front of Him with a very cheerful smile.

cool.

This is really, really cool.

He didn't continue attacking.

The main thing is that An Jing still has some self-awareness. What? Can he really be worn down to death by him?

Just vent your anger in a ruthless way. If this big brother really drives you crazy and starts to run away from him, An Jing won't be able to think of any way to deal with it.

As for whether to continue fighting or not, it all depends on His mood.

The boy glanced around.

This galaxy has basically become a vacuum.

Those planets, or the meteorites and fragments floating in the starry sky, all disappeared completely, and were crushed into powder in the turbulence of the patrol, leaving no trace.

I don’t know whether there are innocent intelligent life forms on the affected planets.

In this situation where neither side can kill the other with one blow, it will most likely turn into a war of attrition, and no matter who wins in the end, the process will definitely be quite tragic - at least, the ones affected will definitely not be just a few nearby galaxies.

By then, there will be a huge loss of lives.

Of course, the main reason was that he felt that if he continued to fight, he might really become the ship that Zhuge Liang used to borrow arrows.

The boy is not a masochist and doesn't like to be beaten. It would be great if he could just stop there, without losing face and at the same time getting rid of his anger.

But of course things would not go as he hoped.

The huge centaur was silent for just a moment, and then, he turned his head slightly and "looked" at him.

The originally white light between the eyebrows was now wrapped with some purple and red, which inexplicably gave people a feeling of cold hostility, just like the oppressive feeling of being pointed at by a gun.

An arrow of light slowly fell on the invisible bowstring, and this arrow of light gave people a feeling different from all the previous ones.

An Jing's mouth twitched.

What does that mean.

I've been hit by so many arrows, and I finally got a chance to hurt you. Now you're considered my target for revenge?

No buddy, what the hell is this making?

Is there any royal law? Are there any laws? !

Isn't the life of the envoy a life? So it is natural and reasonable for him to be beaten?

Damn you Feng Fu, I’m going to explode with you!

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[I'm back from sketching and will start updating normally. 】

Volume 1: Chapter 234: Fighting.

The boy's figure disappeared on the spot.

Of course An Jing would not stand still and let Him shoot him. After being strengthened several times, he is now able to react before the arrow from the Lan bow is shot.

The distance between him and Him now is enough for him to get close to Him.

With a flash, the young man stood on the shoulder of the Star God. This way, he could no longer shoot with the arrow in his hand.

It's not that he can't hit the target. For a star god who uses bows and arrows as his main means of attack, aiming has long become a ritualistic behavior without much practical use.

He can just pick a direction at random, put an arrow on the bow, draw the bow, and shoot at will. The arrow of light will find where it should go by itself, without any deviation and unable to avoid it.

The key to the problem is that most of his attacks will carry aftermath that is not much less powerful than a light arrow, with extremely strong destructive power and does not distinguish between friend or foe.

If it were shot directly like this, the light arrow would not disappear immediately after hitting the boy. It would continue to move forward with the remaining energy, destroying everything close to it until the energy was exhausted.

Even though it was the arrow shot by Himself...if it were to hit Himself, there would be no mercy.

Patrolman is a relatively biased Star God. Compared to his prowess in destruction and attack, his own defense and recovery abilities are not that good. In fact, he may even be at the bottom of the list among Star Gods.

He is a very typical ADC character, with high attack, high range, and high speed, but low health.

Although this barrier is still an insurmountable mountain for mortals, his own attacks are more than enough.

The Centaur had no choice but to disperse the light arrow, raised his palm, and slapped it on his shoulder as if slapping a fly.

Of course An Jing couldn't escape.

It was slapped hard in the center of the palm.

But it doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt at all.

Guang Shi couldn't do anything to him, let alone slap him.

The power of nothingness draped over his body, making him like a nail, breaking through the outermost layer of His palm and embedding itself firmly into His palm.

Black and gold vines madly surged out from the hole in His palm and at the same time grew inward, greedily absorbing and devouring His flesh and blood.

Lan simply raised his arm and shook it lightly, and the vines that were almost surrounding his arms were all broken and turned into powder, and the vegetation rooted in the flesh and blood were also pulled out one by one by the violent and surging hunting blood.

But the young man disappeared.

He turned his head and lowered his eyes.

A tiny black dot has circled His body countless times. Every time He touched the ground with his toes, black and gold lotuses would grow. They took root in His body and madly absorbed everything they could, like being bitten by countless mosquitoes. Although it was not a big deal, it made people extremely irritated.

But the biggest bugs cannot be slapped. They are harder than nails and faster than flies. If you slap them, they will just keep flying away and your palm will have holes in it.

Who can bear it?

A turbulent flow of energy as sharp as a blade began to surge, tearing the black golden lotus on the Centaur's body into pieces in the blink of an eye.

He simply grasped the beam of light that had not yet been shot out and accurately pierced the little man that was running around on His body, even though the beam of light tore His flesh and blood apart, causing a trickle of divine blood to flow out.

But when the light faded and was pulled out of the blue-purple flesh, the "bug" that was supposed to be nailed on it disappeared.

Lan was a little confused. He would not make a mistake. He must have hit him.