Fear is not consternation.

The young man who was stunned by the face of the silver fox at the head of the Puyang sword got the arrow eight, pulled the divine bow, and summoned the arrow feather.

But in the end, it was the power of the arrow that was feared.

In the hearth, I don't know how many violent and murderous divine soldiers were born, and a golden black arrow broke through the clouds and flew from the sea of rain and fire.

It was as if a star had fallen from the gloomy sky, a burning star.

The star was rolling with strange fireworks, rapidly expanding in the pupils of the fifth uncle of the Jiang family and the Puyang Sword Head......

The threat of death made this Puyang old sword leader have to be preoccupied and cautious.

He drew a sword into a forest.

In the sword forest, the sword qi wandered and raged, like a sword with a substantial handle, hovering above its head from end to end. Countless sword qi were like a dragon scroll coiled into the Nuoda Mountain Pass like the Valley of Tibetan Soldiers, wanting to engulf the golden black arrow that was not good.

Finally, the golden crow arrow fell.

In the sword forest, there was a sea of fire in an instant.

......

On the tower of the city of the organ city, Yu Zhongtang, who was dressed in the iron armor of the floating slaughter, stood with a sword in his hand.

This little girl's skin is like sticky sugar next to Jiang Manlou, sweet and greasy. But it would be a mistake to conclude that this person could get out of the hall and not enter the kitchen.

The begonia flowers in the rain are charming and charming, but they can also be alone in the face of storms.

At this moment, Yu Zhongtang, who is dressed in armor, has the demeanor of a general, and he is comparable to Luo Bingwang An Hongdou, who has an undefeated record in the seven states.

In the rain, the begonia is contemplating.

The Peng family's 30,000 Qingli army has been besieging the city for a while, and the 3,000 floating slaughter armor is waiting for them, and they can go out of the city to resist the enemy at any time.

However, the battle formation has been watching from the city tower for a long time, whether it is Peng Jiu and Jiang Mangong who led the army or the Qingli army of 30,000 ironclad forests in the rainstorm, there seems to be no sign of planning to really attack in.

This made Yu Zhongtang feel strange.

After thinking for a moment, she summoned a commander and ordered the man to send a hundred elite ironclad floating slaughter back to the Tibetan Soldier Valley for support.

In the rain, Begonia looks down on the besieging army.

I saw that the rear of the Qingli army suddenly rolled up in the torrential rain, and there was a lot of restlessness and turmoil.

Yu Zhongtang narrowed her crescent-like clear eyes, she stretched out her slender jade hand, and a leader of the Iron Floating Slaughter beside her respectfully presented a crossbow.

The bow and crossbow from the hands of the Jiang family are extraordinary, they can shoot seven arrows in a row, and the power of ten jun can penetrate the wall and collapse stones within 100 steps, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a terrifying killing weapon on the battlefield.

In the rain, Tang bent his arm to set up a crossbow, and held the crossbow in his right hand to aim at the banner of the word 'Peng' in the 30,000 Qingli army for a moment, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his vermilion lips, his index finger was snapped, and the crossbow arrow was fired.

In the sound of breaking the air, the crossbow arrow pierced countless water droplets one after another, and it was vaguely seen that a thin water mark was left along the way, and at the end of the water mark, the crossbow arrow burst out strangely.

I only heard a click, and the pengzi banner that was sluggish in the rain was broken in two.

Peng Jiu was shocked!

Jiang Mangong looked up and looked into the distance!

Above the city tower, Yuzhong Tang smiled, slightly sideways his shoulders, held a crossbow high, and raised it above his head.

The three thousand Tiefutu brothers who saw the majesty of the majestic Yuzhongtang in their eyes cheered together!

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good ......"

The sound of the Iron Floating Slaughter shook the four wilds!

Yuzhongtang raised his voice and said: "Everyone in the world knows that my husband has three thousand brothers in red robes, but do you know what these three thousand red robes mean in the eyes of the world?"

On the city tower, a red-robed man in iron armor said loudly: "Domestic dogs, evil slaves, accompany the young master army who eats, drinks, and smashes the field!"

But this is also true.

The three thousand big red robes naturally know their image in the eyes of the world.

Although they were angry, the death order of the old man required them to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, as long as they protected the safety of the young master, the rest of the things could be ignored, so they didn't want to be this wolf in sheep's clothing for many years.

There was a burst of laughter from the top of the tower.

Yuzhongtang also sneered.

She continued: "Others don't know, but I know it. The three thousand big red robes, all of them are heroes carefully selected by the old man......! Even the white-robed snow dragon rider who has not been born for decades is not inferior to the Shangdayan Founding Iron Horse!"

Up and down the city tower, the three thousand floating slaughter iron armor fell into a terrible silence.

The three words of Tang in the rain seem to evoke the long-buried blood in the hearts of the three thousand red robes and the unwillingness to be misunderstood by the world.

They are not the Young Master Army!

They are all ruffians who have rolled knives on the battlefield! Have years of lewd pleasure already smoothed the blade in their hearts?

No!

They began to clench the knife in their hands!

"Today, the soldiers of Jiyunzhou are coming to the city to attack our army, and the 30,000 Qingli army, which has always been mediocre in battle, actually besieged the city and did not attack, is it afraid of our city? This is a kind of disdain and contempt, a contempt for my three thousand red-robed siblings! Are you willing?"

"Unwilling!"

"Unwilling to ......"

"Are you willing to expel the invading enemy in a battle and correct the name of the three thousand red robes?"

"Justify the name ...... of the three thousand red robes"

"Justify the name of the three thousand red robes!"

Yuzhongtang's smile became more and more charming: "Good!"

Yu Zhongtang drew his sword and pointed at the distance: "Listen to the Qingli Army! Today, I am in the rain Tang Daifu Jun in a battle, and I am about to cut off 30,000 heads of Er and others, and I will accept a vote to the world, and teach the world to watch, can I be bullied by my 3,000 Tiefutu?"

The drums beat majestically.

The battle intent of the Three Thousand Iron Floating Slaughter climbed to the extreme.

In the endless shouts of killing, the gates of the city of the organ were opened!

Three thousand iron floating slaughter rushed out like a torrent!

Ironclad rolls!

The shock made Peng Jiu and the 30,000 Qingli army behind him who were secretly attacked by Jiang Manlou's aunt and his troops couldn't help but shudder!

In an instant, the army's spirit collapsed.

......

In front of the Forge Pavilion.

The rain was still falling, beating on the scattered flames everywhere.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family was guarded by a group of disciples who abandoned the Ming and secretly defected to the team, and they still have lingering fears about that arrow.

Puyang's old sword's shirt was torn open with countless holes, and the withered hand holding the sword trembled faintly.

Just now, he slashed out one hundred and ninety-nine swords in one go, smashing the roaring golden black arrows along with the monstrous sea of fire, like sporadic flames of yellow sand shattering to the ground. And in the early stage of the first entry into the Tribulation Realm, his realm was unstable because of this, and there were faint signs of falling into the Spirit Realm.

All of this comes from a golden crow.

On the edge of a cliff in the depths of Tibing Mountain, the owner of one of the many branches of Tianji Pavilion who heard the name of the arrow eight and wanted to see its might, closed his eyes and recalled the golden crow arrow in an instant, and after a long time, the old landlord slowly opened his deep eyes, stroked his beard and was about to say something to the schoolchild who was responsible for recording the case file next to him, but suddenly wanted to stop talking.

The old landlord looked in the direction of the Tibetan Soldier Valley again......

The silver fox-faced Luo Changfeng had not yet touched the ground after an arrow was shot, and he did not leave any respite for his opponent, and he stretched out his hand again.

The arrows in the furnace of the Forge Pavilion were covered in silver-blue thunder and lightning and sent out the same violent tremors as the golden black arrows, and then rose from the ground, turning into a thunderbolt and rushing away.

There was thunder in the depths of the rolling dark clouds, as if chasing demons.

Luo Changfeng, who was on the eaves of the pavilion, held his palm, and lightning appeared in his hand.

The second arrow of the eighth arrow, the thunder arrow pulls the bow.

One arrow leads to thunder!

The purple-blue thunder light flashed away like a cracked scar in the sky, and disappeared into the void invaded by the rainstorm.

When it reappeared, it was within one zhang of the head of the Puyang sword.

In front of him is the sword domain.

The kendo field of the head of the Puyang sword.

The thin old man who fell into the realm in order to resist the golden black arrow condensed all his cultivation and gathered it at the tip of the sword.

He stabbed his sword into the void with an extremely slow movement.

Instant brilliance!

It's like the sun exploding.

It's like life burning.

A spider's web-like crisscrossing of rifts surfaced above the sword domain.

In the endless brilliance, the thunder that was as thin as a gossamer rushed into the sword body.

The blade of the sword broke inch by inch.

Thunder and lightning swam into the emaciated body.

Puyang's sword head was burning.

The whole person was immersed in ghostly thunder and fire.

He didn't struggle.

There was no wailing even more.

He seemed to be waiting for the call of death.

He accepted the call sincerely.

He wanted to die.

At the time when he broke his oath and killed the old lady, his heart was already like water.