Panther Commando

As the patriarch turned his head from the chair, the two scimitar clansmen walked into the field with a longbow in one hand and a quiver in the other.

The machete warrior on the field gave Wan Lin a cold look, raised his hand to take a longbow, put the quiver behind his back, waved his hand and took out a long arrow from the quiver behind his shoulders and pinched it between his two fingers. He stared at the action team with gloomy eyes, waiting for his opponent to appear.

Wan Lin understands that this is the archery and martial arts expert named A Bao introduced by Abu just now. From the pace of the opponent walking on the field and the swaying arms, it can be seen that this person's shoulder muscles are bulging, the bottom plate is extremely stable, and the right side is very stable. The leopard head on the arm poses with all kinds of ferocious gestures along with the swinging arm. He is indeed a master of archery and fighting.

He raised his hand and took off the sniper rifle from his shoulder and handed it to Hong Tao, then walked to the field with his feet. He looked at the longbow and quiver handed over by a clan, shook his head gently, raised his hand to check the backpack behind him, and took out the bag. The small bow inside followed with three naked arrows without explosives. He didn't know how the opponent was going to compete, so he drew three arrows at once.

The surrounding Scimitar clansmen burst into laughter when they saw that this stranger actually took out such a tiny bow and arrow. Even the new members of the action team widened their eyes and shook their heads in disbelief. Doubt, this child's toy-sized bow and arrow can also play this potentially life-and-death game.

The new team members like Wen Meng and Wu Xueying had never seen the Chief Instructor show off this little bow and arrow, let alone its power, but in the archery competition, such a short range of bows and arrows must have suffered a big loss in the range, unless the arm strength Extremely strong, and the bowstring is extremely hard.

Everyone in the courtyard focused on the two people on the field. In the light and dark, they both stood motionless like nails.

Although the two are of the same height, Ah Bao has bulging muscles and bulging muscles on his two bare arms. He holds a half-human-high longbow in his left hand, and a long arrow more than half a meter long in his right hand. He was thin, holding a small curved bow in his left hand, and a few short arrows matching the small bow in his right hand, and the arrows flickered with cold light.

One of the two is strong and powerful, the other is thin and cold; the arrows in their hands are long and short, and the two immediately form a sharp contrast of strength when they stand together.

A Bao on the field saw that the opponent who stood up was actually holding a small bow and arrow like a child's toy, a strange light flashed in his gloomy eyes, and his heart sank suddenly.

The faces of the elders and the old patriarch who were sitting behind also sank. They knew that the other party used such a small bow and arrow, and there must be something special about it. Otherwise, at the critical moment that decided their fate, they would never stop. Jokes about his own life.

The old patriarch stood up and walked in front of the two of them, looked at the short bow in Wan Lin's hand, and asked, "You decide to use this." Wan Lin didn't understand what he said, but he already understood what he meant. He looked at the old man. The patriarch's eyes nodded solemnly.

Light flashed in the old patriarch's eyes, he raised his hand and waved his hand back, next to a young and beautiful machete tribe girl walking barefoot. The bright red 100-day red, with a necklace of gems on the neck, two lotus root-like forearms exposed outside, shining warmly in the firelight.

She slowly moved her lotus steps to the arena. Her crescent-shaped eyes glanced at Ah Bao who was standing in the arena with affection. Then she walked to the old patriarch and bowed with her right hand on her chest. She put a flower in her hand. Hand it to the old patriarch, then holding another flower, he walked towards the courtyard wall on the side of the gate.

She walked about 100 meters before she turned around and smiled at Ah Bao who was in the field. She lightly raised her lotus arm and bit the stem of Bairihong in her hand. The bright red Hundred Days Crimson hung on the side of her face and hung down below her ears. Her bright eyes looked at Ah Bao on the field with shyness and anger, as if she was telling something.

The members of the action team all looked at the pretty girl nervously, not understanding how a beautiful girl would come up with flowers in an archery competition.

Lingling stared at the machete tribe girl standing on the sidelines, then looked at the strong man standing coldly on the field with a longbow in hand, and asked Xiaoya next to her in a low voice, "Look at this girl's expression like this machete. Warrior's lover, is their competition to shoot the flowers in her mouth." She said this, and put her hand on her mouth suddenly.

It's too terrifying. The archer's head is slightly tilted, and the sharp arrow will be shot into the neck of the beloved girl. This kind of competition is too cruel.

The faces of Xiaoya and all the members of the action team changed. Xiaoya called Abu over in a low voice and asked, "What kind of competition method is this? Is it to shoot the red flower beside the girl's face."

Hearing Xiaoya's voice, Abu glanced at her in amazement. Only then did he realize that Xiaoya was actually a female soldier. The team members were all fully armed, wearing combat uniforms and helmets. In the dim light of the torch, it was impossible to distinguish between men and women.

Abu nodded solemnly and explained in a low voice: "This is an ancient rule of our tribe. We hold a competition every year to select warriors within the tribe. Archery aims to target his beloved lover, in order to motivate the tribe. Teenagers practice archery hard. Every year, girls are injured by their lovers' arrows. It is stipulated in the clan that once an archer mistakenly shoots his beloved girl to death, he cannot marry again in this life. www.wuxiaspot.com~ The people in the action team were stunned. The female players around Xiaoya put their hands over their mouths. Who would have thought that there is such a cruel way of kissing in the world.

This not only requires the archer to have precise archery skills, but also requires excellent psychological quality. The opposite is the girl he loves. As long as his hand trembles a little, he may send his sweetheart into the eternal valley of death. .

At this time, Wan Lin was also shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. His face suddenly became extremely solemn. He turned to look at Ah Bao next to him, and saw that he was looking at him with a mocking look.

The field was quiet, and the flaming torches covered the courtyard with a faint red. All the people of the Scimitar tribe stared at Wan Lin's face, with a sarcastic color in their eyes. Seeing how he responded, the old patriarch stretched out his hand holding the flowers in front of him motionless.

At this moment, Feng Dao and Hong Tao, who were standing at the front of the action team, also heard Abu's voice, and they both lifted their feet and walked towards the field almost at the same time.

"Slow, I'll come." A crisp voice suddenly sounded from the action team, and a slender figure suddenly walked out of the team.