Chapter 102: Meteors rush the moon

A cool feeling came from the ring in Zhao Feng's hand into his head.

The harsh sound from the Hawk King was gradually blurred and not harsh at all. To him, the high decibel sound was like a humming sound, and it did not disturb him from shooting arrows. At this time, he was very calm and not affected at all.

Zhao Feng became more curious about the mysterious ring in his hand.

This ring not only resonates with magic power, but also resists the spiritual attack of the Mirage Nightmare and also blocks the spiritual attack of the Hawk King. It is definitely a good thing.

However, this good thing is so mysterious, with unknown origin and not even a name, which makes Zhao Feng very curious about what its purpose is.

Zhao Feng knew that it could not be just a treasure that could match the identity of the unlucky necromancer. Such a treasure is hard to come by and is very rare.

However, Zhao Feng didn't have much extra time to study it. At this time, he was harvesting the lives of those harps.

At this time, Zhao Feng entered a mysterious state.

With the help of the ring, Zhao Feng felt calm and became a killing machine that replaced thinking with actions. The sun-shooting bow in his hand became the nightmare for these harps.

His movements were fast and fast, although there were only three long arrows. However, under his movements, these long arrows seemed to be endless and cycled.

One harp after another lost his life under his sun shooting bow.

Zhao Feng now understood why there were only three long arrows in this sun-shooting bow. Due to the rare long arrows, he could only try hard to shoot each arrow so that he could not fail and recover the long arrows. Otherwise, he would not know where these long arrows would have gone.

In a dangerous state, Zhao Feng was in a very good state and his mental state was also very concentrated.

Zhao Feng didn't know that his method of training archery was a method used by the elves to train their offspring. For elves, being proficient in archery was as simple as eating.

However, if you want to be truly applied in actual combat, you still need long-term training. The elves' bows and arrows are not just for decoration.

They have to use bows and arrows to deal with various situations under various circumstances. Even if they only have one long arrow, they must ensure that they can use bows and arrows to deal with difficulties.

Among the elves, junior archers usually carry about twenty long arrows for combat. The higher the archers, the fewer the number of arrows they carry.

Like an elf who carried three long arrows at a time, he had reached the level of a quasi-sharp archer.

Of course, if it is an elf queen, they will only carry a golden arrow for self-defense. Most of the time, they only need to shoot out long arrows like fighting spirit that are released to solve the problem.

Of course, this kind of unique skills that can only be used by people with a high level of elves to condense into elf arrows, just like the human fighting spirit, is a unique skill that can only be used by people with a high level.

A level like Zhao Feng is still a long way from that realm.

Even so, Zhao Feng's level was already shocked and marveled. There were so many harps in the air, and under his sharp shooting, there was no initial arrogance.

Zhao Feng's level has been greatly improved through his proficiency in drawing bows and archery and rolling and avoiding.

At this time, he didn't have to look at the target at all, and could predict where these harps were rushing towards him in what shape they were.

Now he could predict that the next harpies' actions truly made predictions, and he no longer paniced and gradually controlled the overall situation.

At this time, he had entered the second realm of the sharpshooter, which was the level of "predicting things like gods".

As a good marksman, you must have good imagination and prediction ability. In real actual combat, those prey will not stand like targets and let you shoot.

In this way, you need to consider their next move.

Go left, right, or forward. At the first moment, you have to make a decision so that you can estimate where they are in the next second based on their movement positions.

Then, you have to consider the speed of the flying arrow in your hand, the arc of the parabola in the air, and the force majeure factors.

All of this can make your arrow hit your prey.

After that, you have to consider where the prey falls. Only in this way can you run to the prey, continue to retrieve the long arrow, and repeat the last action again.

Although it was very hard, Zhao Feng enjoyed the pleasure of controlling the overall situation very much.

His eyes were no longer limited to the range of simple gazes, but became very broad, occupying the entire sky, the earth, and his various blind spots.

In other words, Zhao Feng is not looking at the world with his eyes, but looking at the world with his heart.

Many masters need many battles and blood and fire to obtain experience and realms, and Zhao Feng has easily reached this level.

This kind of spiritual eye can help him very much in any aspect. Whether it is martial arts, archery, or magic, this state is very useful.

During a competition, you can use the eyes of the mind instead of using your eyes. By feeling, you can find out who is coming behind you or what tricks the other party uses.

The benefits of shooting techniques can help you control the overall situation and let all things big and small fall into your mind's calculations.

When using magic, you can carefully observe yourself so that the magic effect can be perfect. More importantly, it can prevent sneak attacks.

"A man favored by God!"

Looking at Zhao Fengying's face and the performance of the sharpshooter, Bernice was very impressed. The perfection of the man in front of her made her secretly sigh.

However, when thinking about Zhao Feng's complicated bloodline and the drawbacks brought to him, Bernice's praise turned into concern again.

Zhao Feng hadn't thought so much. At this time, he was already immersed in that state of killing. When the long black arrow penetrated the body of the harp, he couldn't help feeling a sense of pleasure.

At this time, he no longer simply needed the materials on the harp, but began to enjoy the fun of archery and the pleasure of killing.

As Zhao Feng killed more and more, the temperature in his heart became colder and colder, and he had no expression at all, just like the sharpshooters in the army.

All the sharpshooters are mostly killer madmen, and their most passion is to harvest life. Zhao Feng is now exactly the same temperament as those people.

"The last two!"

As the long black arrow shot out from Zhao Feng's hand, one of the only two harpies in the air fell from the clouds again.

At this time, only the harp king was left in the air.

Even when it came to this situation, it did not choose to escape, but was fighting with Zhao Feng.

In the middle, this cunning harp king had a chance to leave. However, it was very unwilling to accept it. Seeing so many banshees under his command, they all died under Zhao Feng's arrow, it was very dissatisfied and hoped to defeat the guy in front of him. But it did not expect that it would lose all its capital.

Zhao Feng was a little embarrassed just now, and the speed and accuracy of the archery were not particularly ideal. He was also a little embarrassed when avoiding its attack.

But as time passed, he grew up quickly and grew into a super sharpshooter.

"Fight!"

The harp-bodied king in front of him had lost the escape. When he saw all his subordinates died, a shrill cry broke out, ignoring Zhao Feng's long arrow aimed at it, diving down, and attacking Zhao Feng.

It had made up its mind that even if it was one life for another, it would kill the humans in front of it and bury their subordinates. The harp-shaped king was very disgusted with the person who destroyed its entire clan.

“Three, two, one.”

Zhao Feng silently recited the numbers in his heart, looking at the harp-bodied banshee king who was sweeping in front of him, without knowing to dodge at all, without blinking his eyelids, and was very calm.

His quality is exactly what an archer should have.

"shoot!"

Zhao Feng let go of the bowstring and shot the long black arrow at the Hawk-bossed Banshee King. Unexpectedly, the other party blocked the claws and directly resisted the anger and rushed towards him.

At this time, Zhao Feng was still holding a longbow in his hand and had no other weapons at all. The claws of the harp-bodied banshee were very powerful.

If he just fought hard, he would definitely suffer a great loss, or even win the lottery. At this time, a hint of lust appeared in the eyes of the harp-bodied banshee.

It calculated that Zhao Feng had only one long arrow, but no second long arrow at all. Therefore, it risked being shot and carried out a bold raid.

"Damn human, you're still alive!" The harp-bossed king could imagine the scene where Zhao Feng's eyes were blinded by his two claws.

Just in this flash of lightning, Zhao Feng quickly took out his slingshot and shot two crystals in a row, directly shooting towards the eyes of the Hawk King.

"Play!"

Two crystals flew out of the slingshot, one fast and one slow. The slow-flying crystals in front issued an acceleration and change direction under the impact of the fast-flying crystals in the back, smashing towards the two eyes of the harp-shaped banshe king.

"The meteor rushes the moon!"

Originally, the Hawk King had prepared how to dodge these two crystals, but Zhao Feng used such a magical slingshot technique.

The hawkish king, caught off guard, screamed, his eyes were already blinded by two crystals. It was in pain and could not control its body at all. His huge body fell directly to the ground and made a loud noise.

Then, Zhao Feng pulled out the black iron stick behind him and smashed it violently, smashing the head of the harp-bodied banshee to pieces, solving this difficult opponent.
Chapter completed!