This method is too naive.

Who is present who is not from the sword light and sabers?

What role can a few headless corpses play?

Qi Cang felt no fun just after a glance. Just as he was about to turn around, his ears moved slightly, and his eyes looked in the direction of the sitting flag.

The other generals were weaker than him, so their reaction was naturally not as sharp as him. Until the light blade broke through the clouds, leaving a white line across the two armies in the sky, approaching the seat of the flag, they were shocked and angry and attacked: "Any little thief dared to attack!"

Sitting on the banner, the central commander's banner.

No matter who shot this arrow, let alone shooting the seated flag, even if it was to wipe the edge, the face of the Southwest Allied Forces would be thrown from now to future generations. For a moment, dozens of rays of martial arts blew towards the seated flag, and the arrows would be blocked.

Qi Cang just took a look and withdrew his toes.

Zhongli Fu, beside him, whistled.

"Who is so arrogant, shooting a crow with an arrow?"

Qi Cang suspected that she was gloating and there was evidence.

"General Qi won't stop him?"

Qi Cang snorted: "This arrow was shot from the opposite side. It was not very powerful at such a long distance. If the Allied generals could not even stop this arrow, it would be better to wash their necks as soon as possible and wait for others to chop them. Don't embarrass you on the battlefield."

He speaks harshly and sarcastically.

However, he didn't expect the other side to be more sarcastic.

This big arrow is strung with a human head!

"Dare you dare to come?"

Everyone looked at the head of the arrow, then the headless corpse on the ground, and felt an invisible hand slap in the face. Just a slap could not relieve the opponent. The Allied generals noticed that the arrow was approaching. This time the target was not the head coach's seat, but the most central position of the camp. The distance limit was restricted, and the arrow had limited power, but the humiliation was directly full.

Similarly, there is a head above the arrow.

The archers on the opposite side had a naughty attitude, deliberately teasing the Allies' mentality, and seven heads were airlifted one after another.

Seven human heads and seven headless corpses.

Just when everyone thought it was over.

A wave of air suddenly broke out in the direction of Gongyang Yongye's tent. A phantom of Modao, more than ten feet tall, faced the eighth big arrow. The two attacked each other, and the air waves that collided would rush around and tilt. The flags on the flag were cut by the air blades, and the wooden chips of the flagpole as thick as a bucket flew around. If this arrow was not stopped by him, the flagpole would have really shot it with one arrow!

"A bunch of waste."

Yang Yongye crushed the big arrow with one hand.

As the arrow turned into powder, a note floated out.

Gong Yang Yongye glanced at him, and the martial arts poured into the paper. The seemingly soft and fragile paper instantly cut iron like mud. His wrist was a little clever, and the note of paper scattered into the land at Mei Meng's feet with a thud.

"For you."

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I plan to write two extras on National Day to change my mind.
Chapter completed!