Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Power of the Arrow

Meng Fan naturally did not delay, he instantly consumed 60 points of spiritual power, and cast a vajra spell on himself and Huang Yuan and the other five people respectively.

I saw that the bodies of the six people were covered with a layer of golden shields at the same time, shining with a faint golden glow.

Although he didn't have the blessing of Wen Qi, the vajra mantra that consumed 10 points of spiritual power should be enough for him to resist some of the damage of the Tianxuan Sect Master in a short period of time.

"How can you say that you have no clothes? with the son, Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and have the same enmity with the son!"

Then, Meng Fan consumed another 60 points of spiritual power, recited the verses, and at the same time added the status to the six people, including himself.

At this moment, Huang Yuan and the other five grandmasters suddenly felt that their attacks had suddenly become much more powerful, and the weapons in their hands even glowed with a faint golden light.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, with a soft sound, I saw that Huang Yuan's long sword actually pierced into the body of the Tianxuan Sect Master who was fighting with him, although it didn't look deep, let alone fatal, but it really pierced in.

You know, although they fought fiercely before, it seemed that the sky was falling apart, but in fact, no one could really hurt anyone, and at most they left a few cuts on their clothes.

But now, it's a little incredible that he can hurt the other party.

Huang Yuan naturally knew very well that the reason why this was the case was not because his strength had become stronger, but because his weapon had been blessed by Meng Fan with a special power, making it sharper, enough to break through the physical defenses of the Heavenly Xuan Sect Master.

Sure enough, his guess was right, Meng Fan was not an ordinary martial artist, but ......

"Excuse me...... Hassemore ......"

The Tianxuan Sect Master who was stabbed said angrily.

Coincidentally, he was the Tianxuan Sect Master who had been pierced by Meng Fan with a stone thorn before.

Therefore, Meng Fan guessed that the meaning of his words should be, why was it me who was injured again.

"Lin Dark Grass is frightened, the general draws his bow at night, Pingming looks for white feathers, and he doesn't enter the stone arrowhead!"

"Pull the bow when you are strong, use the arrow when you use the long, shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief before the king!"

At this time, Meng Fan recited two lines of poetry one after another, which directly consumed 100 points of his spiritual power.

As his words fell, he saw a huge golden feather arrow in mid-air quickly condense.

Unlike before, although it was also a golden feather arrow before, it was all of normal size, and there were a lot of them, although the attack range was wide, the power was not particularly strong, even if there were many of them, it was estimated that it would be difficult to hurt the Tianxuan Grandmaster.

Behind the huge golden feather arrow, there seemed to be a faint figure in golden armor, bending the bow and arrows.

"Buzz ......"

The space trembled, and the golden giant arrow broke through the void, like a meteor, and shot quickly towards the Tianxuan Sect Master who had just been stabbed by Huang Yuan's sword.

"Noisy...... Akahi ...... Hun Rai ......"

Feeling the terrifying power carried by the golden giant arrow, that Tianxuan Sect Master's face changed drastically, and he let out an angry curse from his mouth again.

Meng Fan guessed that this time, what the other party said should be why it was always me.

The speed of the golden feather arrow was very fast, and that Tianxuan Sect Master didn't have time to dodge at all, and completely pierced his body in an instant.

I saw that there was a huge blood hole in his chest, so big that he could see from one end to the other.

With such an injury, let alone the Tianxuan Sect Master, even if it is an existence above the Grandmaster, it is impossible to survive, and it is certain that he will die.

Sure enough, that Tianxuan Sect Master's eyes widened, and his body fell limply to the ground, dead.

It's a pity that this time he was no longer injured, but completely lost his life.

His death once again shocked the grandmasters of the two sides who were fighting.

As Grandmasters, they naturally knew very well how difficult it was to kill a Grandmaster, and being able to defeat or even seriously injure the other party was already the best result.

However, they didn't expect that Meng Fan would actually kill a grandmaster in an instant.

"Ahh......h Shipp ......"

The other six Tianxuan Sect Masters glanced at each other, and then turned their heads directly and fled quickly.

In the blink of an eye, their figures vanished.

"Haha...... Escape really fast, otherwise you have to let Little Brother Meng Fan slaughter them all. ”

Xu Mingyu laughed and said.

"With little brother Meng Fan here, if they don't escape, there is only a dead end. ”

Zhang Hongyu also said happily.

Tianxuan Grandmaster died and fled six times, which means that in this defensive battle, Huacheng has already established a victory, as long as the remaining ordinary Tianxuan martial artists are resolved, it will be completely over, and it is naturally worth rejoicing.

"Brother Xu, Sister Hongyu, you think too highly of me. ”

Meng Fan said a little helplessly: "My spiritual power has been almost consumed, even if they don't escape, I can't help them." ”

He now has dozens of spiritual power left, and even the last Wen Qi in his body has just been consumed.

Therefore, he would not be able to use the blow he had just given him again, and naturally it would be impossible for him to shoot other Heavenly Xuan Grandmasters again.

"Mental power is really a problem, people like you, once the mental power is seriously depleted, the combat effectiveness is far inferior to that of ordinary martial artists, and even sometimes, even ordinary people can kill you. ”

Huang Yuan's eyes looked at Meng Fan and said: "Although our martial artists are not like people like you, who can easily attract the power of heaven and earth, and can even burst out with a killing power far beyond their own, but our physical body is strong, even if the true qi is exhausted, we can easily kill ordinary enemies with the strength of our physical body, even if we are unconscious, it is difficult for ordinary people to hurt us in the slightest." ”

"What kind of people are we?"

Hearing Huang Yuan's words, Meng Fan was a little confused.

Moreover, he has the art of refining the body, although his physical body is far inferior to that of a grandmaster, he can already be compared to an ordinary martial artist, not to mention ordinary people, even if he is a martial apprentice-level martial artist, he may not be able to hurt him.

"The battle is almost over, let's go back and talk about it. ”

Huang Yuan glanced at the battlefield behind him, and then said to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan turned his head and looked at the battlefield behind him, and found that the battle was indeed nearing its end.

Those Heavenly Xuanwu Warriors who were divided into two parts and surrounded were almost dead, and the remaining thousands of people, although they were still resisting stubbornly, obviously couldn't hold on for long, and it was estimated that it would only take five minutes at most before they would be completely strangled.

Immediately, a group of six people walked towards Hwaseong.

Along the way, they saw rivers of blood, piles of corpses, and even stumps and severed arms everywhere.

Several people sighed in their hearts, this is a cruel war, even if it is won in the end, it is not too happy, because there are too many dead.

Although they successfully defended Huacheng, and wiped out all the tens of thousands of Heavenly Xuanwu warriors who would commit crimes in the future, and even killed a Tianxuan Grandmaster, their casualties were also extremely large, and it is estimated that nearly 100,000 Huaguo martial artists died in this war.

"The casualties are really too great, if we do it again, I'm afraid even if there are a few of us here, it will be difficult to hold Hwaseong. ”

"Even if Hwaseong is still there, what's the point if everyone dies. ”

Xu Mingyu shook his head and sighed.