Trepidation!

In the sky, the eagle flapped its wings and the strong wind surging like a tide.

boom!

An arrow came south, like a sword coming through the sky, the air waves exploded sharply, like a wind dragon roaring in the sky, sweeping heavily in the wind and snow.

Breathing out the most brilliant light.

In an instant, the sky was bright, and the moment of the arrow was shining, as if the sky had changed and the sun had not risen.

It penetrates the sky and falls, and wherever it passes, the wind, snow, and airflow are all cut off, as if the sky is divided into one arrow.

hold head high!

The indescribable arrows were like wildfires that burned the sky, separated by the vast void and burned into the hearts of everyone present.

The target is definitely not Yuan Haofei, the huge and sharp arrows seem to cover everyone present!

"Who?!"

Feng Xingzi was shocked and the colorless giant sword, which was integrated into a thousand swords, suddenly flipped and blocked it in front of him.

More than him?

Even if he is as paranoid as Yuan Haofei, he has to put his fists back to protect himself.

Kick!

The ultimate crisis swept like a tide, without any hesitation, Yuan Haofei's qi and blood boiled, the true energy burned, and his already burly body became even more enormous under such a filling.

retreat?

Can't retreat!

Only in the flash of lightning did it make a decision, and some distracting thoughts were completely wiped out, and Yuan Hao flew his body and held his arms up.

boom!

The true energy of the Wangyang was pouring out, and before Yuan Haofei squeezed the fist, it turned into a boiling golden light.

In a trance, it seemed that the sky was falling, the golden lotus was rising, and in a faint, it seemed that the Buddha's shadow flashed, and the Buddhist chant was recited high.

Together with Divine Fist and Baqin, it is known as the four great god fists in the world. The heritage of Fan Fist is much higher than the previous ones.

When he was fighting for his life, the will and light of this punch were much stronger than before.

Boom!

Almost the moment when the two of them tried their best to induce things, the arrow surrounding the four spirits, as bright as the sun, also came.

The city wall, which has experienced hundreds of years of wind and frost, was the first to be blasted, and was shaken by the ripples stirred by the confrontation of the three. Large tracts of soil, rock, dust, and dancing with the wind and snow.

The strong wind followed, destroying the city tower, and the beams and tiles were separated. The masters who came in a hurry retreated.

"The Four Elephant Arrow of Heaven's Will!"

Until this moment, the exclamation of unknown people spread throughout the city.

This person's eyesight is very accurate. Almost the moment he saw the arrow, he recognized this superior archery technique in Longyuan Dao.

However, his warning is too slow compared to this arrow.

While his voice echoed, the colorless giant sword that blocked the city wall had already exploded and turned into millions of light spots to fly.

And the fist light mixed with Sanskrit sounds also exploded completely after a moment of stalemate!

"How could it be so strong?!"

Yuan Haofei's pupils contracted violently.

There is a saying among the people that the most powerful archery technique in the world is led by Tianlang, followed by Dali, and Dali is the last. However, in the past hundred years, the Dali Dynasty's heavy arrows have even surpassed the heavy punches.

Over the past century, archers have emerged one after another, and their superior archery skills have even been spread to the people.

Although he has no archery practice, he has seen many archery experts in the past thirty years, but has he ever seen such a sharp archery technique?

It is certainly amazing to transform into arrows, but it is not uncommon, but the terrifying power contained in this arrow is simply terrifying.

In a trance, he even thought he had returned to the time when he asked the national teacher Fan Ruyi for advice more than 20 years ago...

"Don't think about it!"

His chest swelled violently, and his blood and flesh burned. However, the next moment, he felt a bone-chilling cold coming and put out the scorching flames.

With an arrow through, his true energy, clothing, armor, horizontal training, and even the skin, flesh, muscles, bones, and internal organs on his chest and behind him all qi disappeared!

At this moment, looking at it from outside the city, it is spectacular.

A beam of light traverses north and south, killing the burly figure about a meter high in the air!

So powerful and so terrifying!

Blood and snow danced in the sky, screams and sound waves raging.

"Innate invisible, breaking the energy and breaking the shape!"

When the crowd was terrified, only Feng Xingzi let out a long roar, and the biting coldness hit his face, which made his hair and beard open.

Buzz!

The inexplicable sword intent rose from its turbulent peak.

This sword has a vast and magnificent intention, but it is extremely cold. The deep winter under heavy wind and snow seem insignificant in front of it.

The moment the meaning is revealed, the void seems to be frozen!

This is?!

Daoren Lin, who pressed the ground with one arm and looked up at the sky, couldn't help but feel that all his external perceptions were frozen.

He is like this, and the old man who urges hundreds of poisons is the same, and all the masters inside and outside the city are like this!

The world is lonely, and the sword intent of all things is frozen!

Bang!

The arrows of all things that were unfavorable completely dispersed after a brief stalemate, while Feng Xingzi coughed up blood in big mouths and fled wildly at the extreme speed.

"This is……"

A few miles away, Yang Yu, who was standing with a bow in the sky, had a serious look on his eyes. In the gluttony tripod, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Ghost Sword was shocked with all his strength.

The movement and stillness are so great that it seems to be even less rude than when I first met a sloppy Taoist in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain.

"Sword God Mu Qingliu's sword intent!"

This thought flashed in his heart. Yang Yu held down the Qianlong Divine Bow and shot the second arrow that should have been shot at Feng Xingzi, but did not shoot it out.

Boom!

The loud thunder echoed in the sky, and the air waves that were emptyed by a arrow were only turned back against the current, like a hurricane sweeping the snow in the sky.

Inside and outside the city wall, there was a moment of silence.

All eyes looked at the goshawk that was flapping its wings. To be precise, it was the black-clothed swordsman standing with a bow on it.

In the wind and snow, the person's eyes were burning like a torch, and the hot heat flow seemed to ignore the void and burned all eyes that were watching.

With one arrow, two great masters who had been famous for decades were all severely injured. One escaped in a panic, while the other was unable to move.

Such power, such a mighty...

"Northwest King, Prison Yang!"

An uncontrollable tremor emerged in the hearts of all the masters inside and outside the city.

Above the goshawk, the moment when the fiery eyes drooped, there seemed to be no noise in the world.

At this moment, no matter how high or low the martial arts are, no matter how big or small the sects, all the masters have developed a kind of one, and there is nowhere to hide under the Dharma eye.

Under the magical arrow, there is no feeling of hiding!

"Western, King of Northwest?! He, he is King of Northwest..."

Behind the eaves of a certain house, the yellow tiger almost crushed the tiles.

Looking at the figure standing in the sky with his hands behind his back, bowing his hands but leaving the heroes with his hands behind him, his heart was in agitation for a moment.

Over the past year, he has heard of this young hero who is hidden as the lord of the Northwest Dao more than once.

In the past, he always felt that the rumors were exaggerated, but at this moment, he felt his heart tremble and his awe were extremely awe.

"Yang Yu..."

Somewhere in the city, Chu Tianyi felt cold in his heart. He couldn't help but clench the bronze sword in his palm. Among the magical powers that he subconsciously induces, familiar words emerged again:

[...You drew your sword and stood up, wanting to destroy the demon of your heart, and you are dead...]

He is stronger again!

The same thought not only emerged in Chu Tianyi's heart, but also squeezed into Han Feng's mansion hidden in the dark, Fang Yulong's heart.

At this moment, the two six door gods who had been through many battles couldn't help but feel a trace of depressedness flashed in their hearts.
To be continued...