Zhuo Yiqiang looked at this scene and was furious in an instant. He waved his hand directly. Two confidants rushed forward and stopped Su Weiwei. He directly spared Su Weiwei and flashed towards Wang Fan.

Zhuo Yiqiang brought these people not his subordinates, but his confidants he cultivated himself.

According to the plan, the woman first took action to poison Wang Fan. If it succeeded, it would be the best, but if it failed, they would act in secret and wait for an opportunity to assassinate.

But Zhuo Yiqiu was arrogant and Bai Xiaoren repeatedly suppressed him to attack Wang Fan, and he felt depressed, so he did not follow the plan at all, but directly brought his confidants to kill him.

He has two purposes for this. The first is to kill Wang Fan openly, and the second is to take Su Weiwei away.

He wanted to tell Su Weiwei that Wang Fan, Su Weiwei's follower, was simply a waste, not his enemy of Zhuo's shot.

For archers like Zhuo Yiqiong, no matter how powerful it is, it is useless in front of the arrows.

If arrows cannot kill the enemy, it can only be said that the archer's archery skills are not good. No one can escape his Zhuo Yishou's arrow.

With two loud bangs, Su Weiwei had already fought with Zhuo Yiqian's confidant. ??

She slapped one of them hard on the chest with one hand, lifted it away, and her right leg flashed through an arc and kicked the other person on the waist.

Under the huge force, the two of them were blown away in pain. However, while they were blown away, Su Weiwei was punched by the other party, and her figure fell back and her face was pale.

"Zhuo Yiqiu, I, Su Weiwei, dare you to hurt Wang Shao's hair, and fall into the underworld. I, Su Weiwei, will kill you!"

Su Weiwei was about to resist the impact brought by the force and attacked Zhuo with one shot, but at this moment, two more pounced on her and stopped her.

In a hurry, Su Weiwei could only issue a fierce threat at Zhuo Yishou.

She worked with Zhuo Yiqian and knew very well how terrible Zhuo Yiqian was.

This man's crossbow arrow is extremely powerful and can be called a hundred steps through the willows.

Even though Su Weiwei was very confident about Wang Fan's strength, she still had no confidence in her heart.

Zhuo Yiqian ignored Su Weiwei's voice at all, but his face became more and more ferocious. He had approached Wang Fan in an instant, and pointed the crossbow arrow at Wang Fan, "Wang Fan, your death date has arrived! I tell you, Zhuo Yiqian killed you, just like killing a chicken!"

Zhuo Yiqian said, and took action frantically, but he did not shoot one arrow, but four arrows.

His shooting speed was extremely fast, almost to the extreme.

Generally, archers usually open the distance and then shoot when close.

Even if they are approached by others, they will find ways to distance themselves from the enemy. Because once the distance is close, they will be oppressed and feel the danger of instinct.

Once the enemy is a close master, their fate will become very miserable.

But Zhuo's shot was just the opposite. For him, the closer the distance, the greater his advantage, and he has the greater his confidence in shooting the enemy.

As for the other party that threatens him, it is impossible.

Except for Zhuo Yiqin himself, it is impossible for anyone to avoid his arrows and attack him.

This is confidence, this is his confidence in his own strength and his own strength.

Swoosh, swosh, four arrows were like sharp swords breaking through the air, shooting wildly at Wang Fan, A Biao, Meng Qingyang, and the four men.

It's like lightning, almost reaching its peak.

At this moment, let alone Meng Qingyang, who was not strong enough, even A Biao felt a strong breath of death.

He felt that at this moment, it seemed that Zhuo Yishang had merged with the crossbow arrows in his hand, and the man and arrows were united.

He is an arrow, an arrow is

he.

Fast, it's almost to the extreme.

A Biao didn't even want to dodge, and he felt despair.

Meng Qingyang's face was even pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He was thinking, am I going to die?

A hint of surprise and even solemnity appeared in Heiye's eyes. Zhuo Yishou's archery technique was really beyond her expectations.

When the three of them had different expressions, Wang Fan's face remained unchanged. His right hand suddenly shook on the dining table, and the tableware, fork, and other things were overturned.

At the same time, Wang Fan raised his right foot and quickly stepped on Abiao and Meng Qingyang, causing the two to deviate.

Then, he took out the silver needle he carried with him and started shooting calmly in front of him.

There were four sounds of ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding , and the tableware and fork were accurately hit on the four arrows, and while being blown into pieces, it buffered the rush.

With the help of this buffering time, Meng Qingyang and Abiao were also kicked aside, and the arrow flew past their bodies, blew the door and window, and rushed outward.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, two sounds of breaking through the air sounded, and two arrows collided two centimeters in front of Wang Fan, and then landed on the ground.

Although this scene is a bit slow to say, it actually only happens between such a few breaths.

At the same time, Heiye also dodged the arrow shot at her and looked at Zhuo Yishou with a gloomy face.

The whole audience was dead silent.

No one expected that Wang Fan was so powerful that he not only saved A Biao and Meng Qingyang under Zhuo Yiqiu's arrow, but also used the most direct means to block the arrow shot at him with a silver needle.

According to Wang Fan's performance, no one would suspect that Wang Fan could easily avoid Zhuo Yiqiu's arrow, but Wang Fan did not dodge, but instead used a silver needle to shoot down the opponent's arrow. This was obviously a provocation in the provocation, a slap in the face.

Zhuo Yiqiang's face was also ugly. This was the first time that someone could dodge his arrows and shot down his arrows.

The most important thing is that he just said that killing Wang Fan only requires one arrow. Next, Wang Fan not only saved someone under his arrow, but also swept his arrow. Isn't this a slap in the face?

His myth was ended here by the Night King, which is really unacceptable.

Because the night also avoided his arrow, even if the arrow was intercepted by the tableware thrown out by Wang Fan, it took a few seconds.

It can be said that none of his four arrows hurt anyone. For him, there is nothing more slap in the face than this.

Su Weiwei finally breathed a sigh of relief when she looked at this scene.

She still knows Zhuo Yiqian's strength very well. She was really worried that Wang Fan would be injured or even beaten to death just now.

Now it seems that she is too worried. If Wang Fan was so easy to be killed, she would probably not have lived to this day.

Thinking of the fear before and the four arrows of Zhuo Yishang, Su Weiwei became even more crazy. Not long after, she destroyed the two enemies who intercepted her and stood back to Wang Fan.

Wang Fan looked at Zhuo Yishou with a sarcasm, "Arrower? Zhuo Yishou? Just one arrow is needed to kill me?"

"Bad!" Wang Fan was very polite to slap the face. He pointed at Zhuo Yishou in the nose, "You are so embarrassed to call yourself an archer with your archer? You are simply insulting the three words "According to your archer"!"

Wang Fan was viciously humiliated: "Watching the well and watching the sky, Yelang was arrogant, and he was talking about a waste like you who had no ability and was still pretending to be forked."

"You still want to be an archer with this ability? Don't laugh at me. You have to go back to your mother's womb and practice for ten or eight years, otherwise you won't think about the archer."

Zhuo Yiqiu clenched his fists and his face turned red. He never expected that his first arrow would fail in front of Wang Fan and be humiliated.
Chapter completed!