Chapter 1237 If the Tiger Doesn’t Show Its Power, You Treat Me as a Sick Cat (5)

"Trust me." Shen Yanxiao said with a smile.

"An Ran, this is a sparring between Yan Xiao and Shui Ling. If you have nothing to do, leave." Qie Er saw that Shen Yanxiao was going to be devastated, but he didn't expect An Ran to come out to disrupt the situation.

"Cheer!" An Ran looked at Qier in disbelief.

Shen Yanxiao glanced at Qie Er, with a sneer in her heart, she stepped forward directly, and said to Shui Ling: "Don't waste time, let's start."

"Okay." Shui Ling smiled wickedly.

An Ran was powerless to stop this battle, he could only watch Shen Yanxiao and Shui Ling compete.

Shui Ling's archery skills are not inferior to An Ran's, and can be regarded as upper-middle class among black-level elves. Shen Yanxiao's current level is only a red-level elf, and he cannot use the source of life to bows and arrows. The difference is obvious.

No one would believe that Shen Yanxiao could win, the elves were all waiting to see Shen Yanxiao's jokes.

The battle between elves is very simple, but it is also very cruel.

The archery competition between each other is to attack each other as a living target, and a little carelessness may result in death.

So even if elves are allowed to compete with each other in the training camp, not many elves are willing to risk their lives.

Shui Ling didn't take Shen Yanxiao seriously at all, he was already ready to teach Shen Yanxiao a lesson.

Shen Yanxiao and Shui Ling stood facing each other, raised their longbows, took out feathered arrows and pulled the bowstrings.

Shen Yanxiao calmed down and concentrated on mobilizing the power of the source of life. She felt that the power of the source of life was gradually being transferred to her hand, attached to the bow and arrow.

This level of induction surprised Shen Yanxiao.

Putting on An Ran's bow and arrow, her source of life can finally be combined with the bow and arrow!

The surprise in his eyes was instantly replaced by a look of sharpness, Shen Yanxiao looked at Shui Ling opposite, and a wicked smile curled up on the corners of his lips.

You stupid elf, wait to die!

Shen Yanxiao and Shui Ling released their arrows almost at the same time, and in the second after releasing the arrows, their figures moved immediately, quickly dodging each other's attack.

The off-string arrow pierced the sky and flew away. No one succeeded in injuring the other side with the first arrow.

However, the battle has just begun!

The sensitive figure flickered, and arrows flew past.

A gorgeous and elegant battle of elves unfolds.

Shui Ling's strength is not bad, both attack and dodge are in place, the strength of the black elves is not just for fun.

Even the other elves standing aside were amazed by Shui Ling's archery skills. Among this group of elves, An Ran was the only one who could compare with Shui Ling in terms of archery skills. Other elves, even black-level elves, cannot perform archery so well.

All the elves thought that Shen Yanxiao would be defeated soon, after all her strength was not comparable to that of the black elves.

But a surprising scene appeared.

Shen Yanxiao's figure was like a ghost, easily dodging all of Shuiling's attacks, what was even more unbelievable was that Shen Yanxiao's shooting speed was even faster than Shuiling's.

It is impossible to tell that she is just a middle-level elf.

Every arrow of Shui Ling failed to hit Shen Yanxiao at all.

When it comes to the level of elves, Shen Yanxiao is indeed inferior to Shui Ling, but don't forget that apart from elves, Shen Yanxiao also has some human blood.

The archer skills accumulated over a long period of time have already sent Shen Yanxiao to the peak of the magic archer, combined with the instinct of the elves, Shen Yanxiao was on par with Shui Ling.