I am a master, I have the final say

I don’t know if failure has become a habit. Yunkong Pavilion feels a little uncomfortable seeing success soon, and I have a more uneasy premonition in my heart... Why is it successful?How could it be so smooth?

Will there be fraud?

"Haha, cowards, it will be hard for you to fly this time!" Yunkong Pavilion was thinking, and Mordred's bohemian voice sounded again in the spiritual network.

The corner of Yunkongge's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to block the sound.

However, the spiritual network at this moment is full of cheerful air, and it is really hard for him to splash cold water.

"Anyway, try to be careful and move forward."

Yunkongge reminded me like this, and didn't think about how much it could play a role, because everyone’s spirits are connected, and he can clearly feel the emotions of other people, including his three teammates, all with excitement. And eagerly wanted to solve the two enemies who had suspended them for nearly a day and a night.

At this time, only he could remain quite calm.

"Attention, everyone, try to be alert to the surrounding situation, and report it to me immediately if there is an abnormal reaction." Yunkongge walked along the encirclement net, while shifting his attention out of the mental network, instructing the knights to follow him.

Now, he can no longer control the situation of other people, he can only ask himself to try his best to be stable.

If it’s really just oneself suspicious...

Ok?

However, when he finished speaking, the corner of Yunkong Pavilion's eyes jumped violently. He felt that there seemed to be a strange breath in the surrounding air. It was not something approaching, but the residual smell of something.

He looked around and found a pile of grass roots and bark not far away.

Probably the weight of one person...

Grass roots, tree bark, magic, slow-moving enemies...Oops!

Suddenly, Yunkongge felt cold in his body, like falling into an ice cave. He was almost conditioned to leave a message on the spiritual network, but he didn't wait for him to finish.

"There are enemies!"

"Damn it! Here too!"

"I have it here too, where did it come out..."

"what……!"

In an instant, the mental network fell into chaos.

Author's message:

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This month’s monthly ticket billboards are crowded, and all of them are offering rewards. It’s so hard to rush. Although I don’t want to give up, I also happen to be in poor condition. Although I want to ask for votes, it’s embarrassing that I won’t be able to get up. Yes, it would be embarrassing if you rushed up and couldn't burst out, so after thinking about it, set a small goal first.

In this way, it is still three shifts today. If the monthly pass can pass one thousand by tomorrow, three shifts will continue tomorrow, four shifts after one thousand one, five shifts after one thousand two, and so on.

In short, let's look at the situation first.

337 You admit the wrong person, I am not your father (second more)

Tristan was the first to be attacked. After receiving the lion king’s blessing, he weakened his vision, but his other senses were greatly improved, especially his breath perception, which can be said to be the best among the Knights of the Round Table. Unsurprisingly, when the troops were about to reach the designated location, he sensed a certain dangerous sign, and immediately organized the knights around him to defend.

Unfortunately, his actions are still too slow for the secret enemy.

Huhhhhhhhh...

The arrows fired in a trajectory that the five senses of the heroic spirits can hardly capture, like shooting stars, shot from the depths of the dense forest one after another, ringing the death knell.

Nearly a hundred Suzheng knights hadn't reacted yet, even without seeing the true face of the enemy, they had already fallen.The rest of the knights had completed the formation anyway. They blocked themselves with a thick shield, and looked for enemies who did not know where they were... Changed the general army, suddenly suffered such an attack, the army has already been in a state of confusion.

However, this is of no use.

The attack is still coming from time to time. The invisible arrow draws a cold trail in the dense forest, penetrates the thick and strong shield like tofu, and then penetrates the knights' bodies, then drills from the back and shoots at another Knight.

Screams, falling to the ground, and the sound of being pierced. Until then, the solemn knights finally panicked. They roared and cursed, hoping to force out the enemy, but the enemy in secret Ignore all of this, just shot one arrow after another.

"Cherry Tristan, please... be careful..."

Until the last sole knight fell.

Tristan looked at the corpses in the surrounding area without the slightest grief on his face. When the first wave of attacks hit, he knew it was not a sneak attack, but as an archer, standing upright in the best position. The attack made was no different from the target for the knight standing still.

From the beginning, these knights were destined to die.

Naturally, there is no need for rescue.

But their death is not without meaning.

Dingling!

The thin strings were pulled between the fingers, and with the crisp sound of the piano, countless arrows of light shot in a certain direction covered by leaves, and trees fell at the sound, setting off a large expanse of space. .

Then, as these trees fell, Atalante stood there on a certain tree trunk tens of meters away.

"Unexpectedly, the ruthless hunter will be such a beautiful woman, as if it reminds me of the kittens shuttled between the mountains and forests, wanting to give death to such a lady, ah, it is really sad." Tristan said sadly. , But in his tone, he couldn't feel the slightest sadness, on the contrary, there was a taste of hypocrisy.

Atta gently jumped off the tree trunk, "What did you use to see me? Red hair."

Obviously, Atta had already seen that Tristan's eyes were faulty, so he asked this question.

"The eyes are not the only things that can be seen. The things that the eyes observe are mostly false, and you can see the most real things by observing with your heart. You are an archer, but you don't even know this. It's really sad. "

"So you search for my breath at the expense of your own men. As a commander, this is not necessarily good."

"It's okay. Everyone is going to die anyway. Death is divided into meaningful death and meaningless death. Since they died meaningfully, that's enough."

Dingling!

The strings were plucked again, and the jumping notes shot at Atta with more dense arrows.

As a demon chord, Tristan's arrow speed is almost unmatched by anyone, and he does not need to bend the bow like an ordinary archer to shoot. Basically, as long as his fingers can still move, he can bring a fatal blow to the enemy.

However, it is well known that Atta has lived as an archer for thousands of years, and no one is more experienced in this regard.

"But I feel that their death has no meaning to you."

As Atta's voice fell, the sound of the strings came to an abrupt end. Tristan's fingers trembled slightly, but they could no longer be pulled because there was a sharp arrow stuck in his heart.

Looking down at his chest, Tristan didn’t seem to be able to react for a while. It wasn’t until the flesh and blood on his chest gradually turned into wind and sand that he finally understood what, “As an archer, I think I can be a thousand dollars. , I didn't expect to be able to see it clearly with an arrow. It's really sad..."

"Nothing. If you can live for thousands of years like me, you can also do it. The so-called longevity species is like doing the same thing day after day, and then turning it into a breath. Instinct... sorry, forgot you can't hear it anymore."

Wow!