69novels Chapter 245 Weapons against Titled Douluo: 3 Bow Bed Crossbows
Chapter 245 Weapons against Titled Douluo: 3 Bow Bed Crossbows
Chapter 245 Weapon against Titled Douluo: Three Bow Bed Crossbow
In the far distance of the corridor, Qian Fei'er was standing under the eaves, holding a folding fan in her hand, fanning it lightly, carefully observing the movement here.
Seeing Qian Linjue's harem on fire and being knocked unconscious, she opened her eyes slightly with a helpless smile on her face.
Qian Nawei stood beside her. She looked at the fainted Qian Linjue, and was a little worried. She hurried forward to help with the treatment...
After a while, when Qian Linjue woke up again, she found herself lying on the bed.
Turning his head, he found Qian Liuli, a scruffy house girl on another bed not far away.
At this moment, Qian Liuli was flipping through the manga by the dim candlelight, when Qian Linjue woke up, she didn't even glance at it.
Don't you even care about my cousin?
Qian Linjue glanced sideways.
Then he turned to the other side.
Qian Liuli should share a room with Sister Fei'er, since this is Qian Liuli's room, then...
Looking around, I happened to see Qian Fei'er and Qian Nawei squatting on the ground beside them, fiddling with and making a large device.
What are Sister Feier and Nawei doing?
Qian Linjue was a little curious, did not speak, and watched carefully.
It is a shelf-shaped device, with two backward-curved crossbows with an arm length of about 1.8 meters placed on the front of the top, and a forward-curved crossbow with the same arm length as the two front crossbows, 1.8 meters behind the two crossbows. Left and right crossbows.
Further back, there is a slide bar with a winch mounted on it.
Qian Linjue looked this way, Qian Nawei and Qian Fei'er had already noticed, but they were busy, so they didn't talk to him.
After a while, the two of them finished fiddling, Qiannawei stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Sister Fei'er, with this, the three-bow bed crossbow should be ready, and it should be ready for trial shooting tomorrow."
Qian Fei'er stood up, smiled and patted Qian Nawei's shoulder.
"Nawei has worked hard, go back to practice or rest early."
"En." Qian Nawei nodded, turned and left the room.
Qian Fei'er turned her head, as if she just realized that Qian Lin had awakened.
"Ah, Lin Jue, you're awake!" Qian Fei'er exclaimed.
"I woke up a long time ago, okay?" Qian Linjue complained helplessly.
As he spoke, he pointed to the device that Qian Feier and Qian Nawei had just made together, and asked doubtfully, "What is this?"
Qian Fei'er smiled lightly, and didn't hide anything.
"Three-bow bed crossbow, the most powerful crossbow in the history of cold weapons, with a range of one thousand steps and a shooting power of 72 stones."
"So strong?!"
Qian Linjue stared hard at her eyes.
According to Douluo Dalu's calculation method, one stone is fifty kilograms, and 72 stones is seven thousand two hundred kilograms!
What is the concept of seven thousand two hundred catties?Tang San is now level 31, and the weight of the Clear Sky Hammer is only about four or five hundred catties.
And the shooting power of this three-bow bed crossbow is equivalent to projecting a soul sage, or even a Contra-level Haotianzong master Wuhun!
And it's not just a simple projection, it compresses the force-bearing area and greatly increases the projection of the pressure!
If the arrows projected by such a bed crossbow hit a person...
"hiss--!"
Qian Linjue took a deep breath.
Seeing Qian Linjue's expression, Qian Fei'er was quite satisfied.
As the most powerful shooting weapon in the history of cold weapons, the three-bow bed crossbow can be called the strongest, not one of them.
According to historical records, at least [-] strong men or a few cows are needed to pull the three-bow bed crossbow, and then the arrows shot can be nailed into the solid rammed glutinous rice city wall at a short distance to a depth of half a foot!
You know, that is a city wall made of rammed earth and glutinous rice. Even if the high-explosive bombs of thermal weapons hit it, it may not have much effect.
And this three-bow bed crossbow can be nailed in.
If the Rainstorm Lihua Needle and Buddha's Fury Tanglian operated by a single soldier can shoot Title Douluo at close range, then this three-bow bed crossbow within 200 meters is the nightmare of all Title Douluo!
Putting away the three-bow bed crossbow to her own soul guide bracelet, Qian Fei'er drove Qian Linjue out of the bed.
"You're awake too, don't stay here all the time, go back to your own room."
"Hmph, it's your honor to be able to lie on your bed for a while, young master, be happy."
Qian Linjue said proudly, then got up, put on her slippers and walked out of the room obediently.
After closing the door, Qian Fei'er turned her head, glanced at Qian Liuli, and said sternly: "Don't read comics so late, you will be short-sighted, practice immediately!"
"Yes, yes." Qian Liuli turned back with drooping eyes, put away the comics, sat back on the bed, and practiced in meditation.
Alas, these naughty children are not at ease.
Qian Fei'er shook her head helplessly, sat on her bed, and also entered the state of cultivation.
The night passed quietly...
The next day, after breakfast, Qian Fei'er, Qian Linjue, and other members of the Qian clan, brought four titled Douluo to the Meng family's training ground.
The day's plan is in the morning, and at this time, many young men of the Meng family are already practicing their soul skills and practicing their actual combat skills in the martial arts arena.
Meng De followed Qian Fei'er.
He came to the martial arts arena, waved his hand, and drove the surrounding Meng family children away impatiently.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, and make the field empty."
The surrounding Meng family children were very dissatisfied and whispered to each other.
"Hmph, little boy, relying on the support of people from the Wuhun Palace, what an air you have."
"Hush, keep your voice down, he's still the patriarch's son."
The children of these aristocratic families are usually jealous of Meng De's status and talent. At this time, Meng De's attitude is slightly worse, so they make a fuss out of a molehill.
However, Meng De's extraordinary status is far from being comparable to those of their sidelines. Even if he is dissatisfied, he can only obediently give up the venue.
The field was cleared, and Meng De asked someone to lift a large huge stone to the innermost part of the field.
Qian Fei'er stood in the martial arts arena, and was about 20 meters away from the stone.
She touched the soul guide bracelet with her slender hand, and the fluorescent light flashed, and a two-meter-long three-bow bed crossbow appeared on the ground.
Looking at one of the four titled Douluo next to him, Qian Fei'er commanded: "Iron Fist Douluo, come and try."
An old man in black robe nodded and walked behind the three-bow bed crossbow.
After adjusting the angle, Iron Fist aimed the shooting direction of the three-bow bed crossbow at the stone not far away.
Qian Fei'er touched the soul guide's hand again, and a light flashed, and a two-meter-long javelin appeared in his hand.
The head of the javelin is made of purified iron, which is extremely hard, and the tail is equipped with iron feathers to keep the flight stable.
Iron Fist Douluo took the javelin and put it on the string of the three-bow bed crossbow.
He hooked one finger on the long and thick bowstring, trying to pull it back.
But after a little effort, he didn't pull.
"Huh?" Iron Fist Douluo gave a light snort.
"You have to release the martial soul." Qian Fei'er reminded.
(End of this chapter)