MTL - Journey To the World of Film and Television-Chapter 49 Are you so sick!

  Chapter 49 Are you so sick!

  The situation of the battle, which was already in the hands of victory, suddenly reversed. Uesugi Tiger and Yan Xiaoyi also noticed the five Nanqing people who suddenly appeared.

   Uesugi Tiger's eyes were more murderous, but he didn't dare to make a move easily.

  He and Yan Xiaoyi are separated by fifty steps, this distance is too dangerous for him, once he is caught, the other party will definitely draw the bow and shoot the arrow without hesitation.

As a black light flashed across his side, Zhao Da called his brothers to meet him from the side. He was about to slash Uesugi Tiger's mount with a sickle in his hand, but Uesugi Tora swung the weapon away with one shot and pierced him with another pestle. Through the throat.

  The rest of the people also rushed forward with grief and indignation, but it is a pity that the gap between the fifth rank and the ninth rank cannot be bridged by a moment of indignation.

  The wind suddenly picked up, and the withered grass was flying.

  In just one round, several people had spurted blood and flew out backwards.

   At the same time as the strong wind blew up, Yan Xiaoyi's gaze was fixed, and he took the opportunity to draw out a long fine steel arrow, and drew the bow to shoot.

  The moment Uesugitora came to his senses, he subconsciously wanted to shoot across the gap.

  How about the full-strength shot of the ninth-rank archer, especially what he can resist when he is caught off guard?

   bang~

   There was a soft sound accompanied by blood spatter.

   Uesugi Torah stabbed the ground with a spear, half-kneeling on the ground, and looked down at the silver arrow pierced into his shoulder.

   Still got out of the way!

  Yan Xiaoyi was dissatisfied with the result of this arrow, but he said proudly with a relaxed brow. "Facing my arrow, do you still dare to be distracted?"

   While speaking, he raised his hand and shot a few more arrows, shooting down the few remaining Northern Qi elites in a blink of an eye.

   Touching the quiver again, there are only two arrows left.

  Uesugi Tiger's complexion changed slightly, and he glanced at Fan Xian's direction with resentment, looking at Xiao En with a somewhat helpless and reserved look.

  Yan Xiaoyi followed Uesugi Tiger's gaze, and naturally saw Fan Xian and Zhou Ji who were retreating towards the stone pillar.

  He is different from Uesugi Torano.

  As early as when he was in Kyoto, he had already heard of Zhou Ji's reputation.

   Threatening to kill the ninth-rank swordsman Xie Bi'an.

   Without wearing a sword, he killed the eighth-rank master Cheng Jushu with one move.

  Such arrogance and such a record.

   There is no room for Yan Xiaoyi not to pay attention.

  Now Uesugi Tiger has been hit by an arrow, and losing an arm is no longer a threat to him.

  Fan Xian's cultivation base was only seventh rank, and he couldn't even defeat Cheng Jushu, so naturally he wasn't a threat.

  Only Zhou Ji, whose strength seems to be between the ninth rank and the grand master, who can't tell the depth, makes Yan Xiaoyi aroused vigilance.

  Two steel arrows drew out one, Yan Xiaoyi drew the bow and aimed at Shang Shanhu, the murderous intent and caution in his eyes deceived everyone present, even Zhou Ji thought he wanted to eliminate the hidden dangers of Northern Qi before attacking them.

  Only Tiger Uesugi, who was targeted by the arrow, felt something was wrong, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he glanced behind him inadvertently.

   And this glance not only caught Zhou Ji's attention.

   It's like the substitute messenger and the substitute messenger can attract each other.

  An old coin can always run into another old coin.

   Noticing something was wrong, he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous feeling in his heart.

  The danger lies not in the arrow he predicted in advance, but in the veil in the pile of strange rocks.

  Perhaps it was because the audience was so focused on the duel between Uesugi Tiger and Yan Xiaoyi that even Zhou Ji didn't notice a familiar footstep approaching him.

  Yan Xiaoyi's bowstring was gradually full, and just when Fan Xian was about to shoot Uesugi Tiger, he suddenly bent his body and aimed at Zhou Ji under everyone's horrified eyes.

  At the same time, Fan Ruoruo seemed to have noticed the change in Zhou Ji's eyes, and turned his head to take a look by accident. After seeing it, he not only shouted sadly and anxiously: "Zhou Ji, be careful!"

  A flash of silver light flew by, and the arrow carried a sharp qi across the air silently.

  Accompanied by the arrow, there was also a delicate figure with a plain skirt swaying in the wind. Fan Ruoruo subconsciously opened her arms, trying to block Zhou Ji.

   "Stupid pen!!"

   Do you want people to wear candied haws!

  This is Zhou Ji's first time swearing, and he can't wait to swear!

  Watching similar scenes in costume dramas when he was young, he would still be moved by the hero and heroine to sacrifice themselves to save others.

  But now that such a **** thing happened to him, he wished he could point at Fan Ruoruo's nose and yell! Why don't you make trouble!

   No longer caring about hiding his own strength, Zhou Ji poured his whole body's internal strength into his legs, and his whole body pierced through the air like an arrow from the string. With one step, his ankles were torn apart.

  He had no time to think about why Fan Ruoruo, who was supposed to be in the capital, appeared on the battlefield, and he also threw away all the swearing and scolding. At this moment, he only had one thing in mind, hurry up, hurry up.

  Fingertips desperately stretched forward, and then stretched forward.

   Soon, soon.

  It was only a little bit close to touching the corner of the clothes blown by the strong wind and the vitality swallowed by death.

  The figures intertwine.

  Zhou Ji embraced the beautiful figure in front of him, pushed away the arrow full of qi with the other hand, let the smooth shaft of the arrow smash his palms, and finally deviated the arrow's flight path a little.

  Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Before Fan Xian could react, he saw a long arrow shooting obliquely into the boulder beside him, and Guo Baokun, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, stood in front of him with an expression of asking for credit.

   "You are so sick!"

   "Do you know martial arts? Just rush out!"

  Fan Ruoruo looked at Zhou Ji's **** palm, and cried with distress and aggrieved: "I...I want to save you."

"How can I hide!" Zhou Ji looked at Fan Ruoruo, who was pear-blossoming and raining, hardened his heart, and continued: "Although my strength is less than the eighth rank, my lightness kung fu has reached the level of perfection, and I knew in advance that he would Sneak me."

   "You rush out so rashly, you are actually holding me back."

  The paranoia of going north alone, the joy of reunion, and the fear of surviving after the catastrophe gradually turned into full of grievances under Zhou Ji's reprimand.

  Fan Ruoruo's emotions could no longer be controlled, and she burst into tears, saying intermittently: "I really didn't mean it."

   "You!" Zhou Ji's heart was not made of iron after all, no matter how indifferent he pretended to be, he was still touched to the softest part of his heart by the girl in front of him, and even his original idea of ​​leaving seemed to be shaken a little.

Zhou Ji turned around, quickly threw away the wild thoughts in his mind, and dared not look at Fan Ruoruo again, raised his eyes to look at Yan Xiaoyi on the other side of the battlefield, all distracting thoughts faded away, only a gaze called killing intent penetrated The corpses all over the ground pierced into Yan Xiaoyi's eyes.

  There was only one arrow left in the quiver, facing Zhou Ji who was like a madman, Yan Xiaoyi already felt retreating in his heart.

   He didn't say harsh words, nor did he hesitate at all. When the bow and arrow that an archer is most proud of is avoided by others, then he only needs to do one thing.

   The farther you can escape, the better.

  Follow the most original reaction in your heart.

  Yan Xiaoyi got it right.

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