The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 357:
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In front of Feng Zhiwei was a pile of quilts that reached up to her chest. There were people on the left and right sides, and behind her was a long, sharp knife.
She was trapped in it and was forced to use an arrow to make her final statement to the suspicious Jin Siyu.
Jin Siyu is smiling.
It doesn’t matter whether this arrow hits or not, it is naturally best to hit it. If the commander is killed, Tiansheng will be in chaos, and he can be sure of victory. If it misses, Wei Zhiwanjun shot this arrow before, He will never be able to return to Tiansheng, and he can still upset the disappointed and shocked Tiansheng army and turn the tide of the war.
That's all.
Feng Zhiwei was silent for only a moment before the long knife behind her penetrated her flesh.
She pursed her lips, moved her fingers, and slowly took the bow.
Jin Siyu's eyes flashed and he couldn't help but smile.
Feng Zhiwei also smiled helplessly and lowered her head to look down at the city.
The Chinese army stood still like a rock, supporting the commander's flag and fluttering. The morning sun had emerged in the distance, and the golden light split the dark gray haze like a sharp sword, crossing the vast snowy field and reaching directly in front of us. It was reflected by the snow light and was almost dazzling. In the golden light, the man's robes were flying, staring at her silently.
The eyes met and saw this formidable city.
She smiled at him, then drew the bow, nocked the arrow, and the bow became a full moon.
The tip of the dark arrow was like a cold and hateful eye, silent and firm - facing him.
There was not even an uproar below. Everyone who saw this scene was so shocked that they lost their voices.
Ning Yi raised his head straight and looked at the woman with flying black hair on top of the city. He saw her calm expression, her brows were condensed, her hand holding the bow was as steady as a stone, and she was aiming at him. The direction is exactly the same.
Without any perfunctory, no falsehood, no hesitation, she drew her bow and pointed the arrow at him.
In an instant, the flying snow from Chang Xi’s thirteenth year returned, whirling and whizzing into his internal organs. The flying snow turned into countless fragments of the past two years ago, stuffed coldly into the bottom of his heart, and something was struck. It breaks and hurts, and creaks like deep snow being trampled.
The guard who responded quickly rushed forward and raised his shield. With a white face, he waved his arms away heavily.
I once said, I am here, waiting for you to cut across the road and give me a blow.
Now that we have met formally for the first time since the Imperial Capital that year, you are holding your bow at the top of the city, facing each other with cold arrows. Are you finally coming to settle this old score with me?
If you see me, kill me.
Okay, very good.
All the troops were shocked, but he was the only one who didn't move, didn't give in, didn't protect, didn't block, and looked up at her.
All the troops were shocked, but she did not change her color. She only showed a calm smile and drew her bow.
The bow string sounded slightly, and the long arrow was about to be shot. Jin Siyu smiled slightly.
At this moment.
A sudden change!
Her arm suddenly sank, and her heavy bow hit the cog in front of her. The cot shattered instantly and turned into a burst of red mist. As a result, her body that was leaning on the cog lost its support and suddenly fell from the city wall. !
A shooting star flew down in front of thousands of troops, above the vast snowy field.
On the distant horizon, the crimson sun suddenly jumped up.
In the crimson morning sun, the people falling from the ten-foot-high city tower were light and fluttering, like a thin blade of grass or a trace of feathers, swaying in the golden light on the snowy field.
Everyone looked up, forgetting to breathe because of the ever-changing changes in the city.
The pile of bricks was smashed into pieces, and the blue-red brick mist rose into broken clouds that obscured the view. A hand reached out from the broken clouds and grabbed it like lightning.
Catch the empty space.
There was a faint sound of cracking silk, and a piece of clothes floated in the air as smooth as flowing water, leisurely.
On the city wall, Jin Siyu stood in a daze.
His hands were frozen in the empty space, grasping a piece of nothingness.
My heart seems to have fallen into cold nothingness.
For a long while, he shrank slowly, and he seemed to hear the sound of stiff bones rubbing against each other.
Feng Zhiwei got her wish and fell down.
Where she was, below was the Guards Camp, with thousands of spears standing straight up, and when they fell, there was a sieve of blood.
The last time she woke up, she spread her arms and legs in mid-air, letting herself fly lightly. In the sound of the rapidly falling wind, the past flowed by like flowing water.
Suddenly I felt very peaceful.
"Swish."
Several figures rushed up from the Tiansheng army formation, and they all opened their arms to welcome the falling woman, hoping to catch her with their own arms, or rather become her flesh pad.
But there is a figure, stepping on the head, faster than the stream of light.
The yellow figure suddenly rose from the guard camp, which was looking up at the tower. It rolled over everyone's heads like hurricane smoke and flew into the air at the fastest speed in their lives.
He met the falling Feng Zhiwei.
"Stop him!"
The furious roars from the city tower exploded like thunder.
The awakened Guards battalion drew their bows, shot arrows, raised their guns, and picked up their knives to chop. However, the man was far above everyone's heads, and Yao Yangyu and the cavalry rushed over again with murderous intent.
Zong Chen looked up at the yellow shadow with some worry. It was easy for Gu Nanyi to catch Feng Zhiwei, but it was difficult to fall smoothly after catching it. The huge momentum of the city tower falling was like ten masters striking out with their chests in unison. , once you can't bear it and fall into the Guards Camp, the consequences will be disastrous.
The yellow shadow flew vertically, lightning flashed, and it touched Feng Zhiwei's hanging hand in mid-air.
When their fingers touched, Gu Nanyi suddenly swung his fingers, swung his arms, and a force of skill pushed Feng Zhiwei's falling figure flatly out.
The straight fall turned into an oblique flight in an instant, and Feng Zhiwei's flying direction had already fallen outside the Guards Camp.
He Lianzheng and Ning Yi flew up at the same time. Although the latter was farther away, he was lighter than He Lianzheng who was carrying a big sword. Two figures, one black and one green, caught Feng Zhiwei almost at the same time, and one by one they caught Feng Zhiwei. He grabbed her shoulders and hugged her legs.
The two of them had time to look at each other in mid-air, each snorted slightly, and seemed to make a movement under Feng Zhiwei's body. Then there was a muffled sound, and the two of them shook their shoulders.
Over there, Gu Nanyi pushed Feng Zhiwei out of the air with all his strength, and the huge momentum was immediately borne by him alone. He groaned and blood overflowed from the corner of his lips. He used up all his true energy in the air, and his body collapsed like a stone.
When He Lianzheng turned around and saw Feng Zhiwei, he was so shocked that he immediately let go of Feng Zhiwei and ran to save her, but he was still too far away in time.