Mangshan, the mountains are high and the forests are dense, and the grass and trees grow wildly.

In the faint moonlight, an afterimage woke up the sleeping bird, and the bird shattered the shadow of the flower. fluttering and flying towards the distant mountains.

Zhuan Zhu looked at the apple core that flew into the depths of the dense forest, licked his lips reluctantly and said, "It seems that I'm going home for dinner." ”

Old man Hua Qingyun glanced at the carriage that had been buried to the wheels by quicksand, rubbed his fingers against the blood line on the wooden sword again, and said lightly: "Not long after entering the Purple Mansion, I haven't experienced a hearty battle yet. Please also, Mr. Zhu, do not hesitate to give advice. ”

Zhuan Zhu shook his head and said: "In such a world, it is not easy to enter the Purple Mansion, so why should you kill yourself!"

After Zhuan Zhu said this, he took out another apple and began to peel it.

The Purple Mansion is already the limit of cultivation in the imagination of ordinary people, and when it comes to cultivating to the Purple Mansion, it has long been beyond the scope of ordinary people, and only they know the mystery and mystery of it.

He glanced at Hua Qingyun, who was constantly rubbing the wooden sword nearby, and thought that after this battle, there would be one less person in the Purple Mansion in the world, and he couldn't help but feel a great pity, and even had a certain sense of regret for looking at his nephews and nephews, shaking his head and sighing:

"If you still stay at the Divine Bridge, you will be dead a long time ago. I didn't expect you to have already crossed the gate of the Purple Mansion, and it is precisely because of this that I am willing to take some time to accompany you to wait for a result. Why should you be obsessed!"

"Obsessed, what does Mr. Zhuan Zhu want to make in the next enlightenment?" Hua Qingyun looked up at the dark night, his eyes seemed to have passed through the endless starry sky. Vicissitudes of life: "Some fights, knowing that the odds are not good, are also going to shoot." In this way, you are worthy of your own heart, worthy of the sword in your hand, and only when you really make a move, you will know that there are some things you really can't. If you don't even dare to put your hands out, it's really not okay. ”

Zhu Zhu seemed to feel something, and following Hua Qingyun's gaze, there was a star in the sky that went out again, and he said softly: "Wait a little longer! If that young man hasn't thought of a way to save himself or a new variable has appeared." It's never too late for you and me to fight. ”

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The young man in the carriage didn't seem to feel that the carriage was sinking, nor could he hear the sound of the ongoing fighting in Mangshan North Road. Still calmly looking at the book in his hand.

Compared with the sound of sword collisions, broken bones, and painful wails in Mangshan North Road, the surroundings of the noble carriages seemed extremely quiet. Only the rustle of the quicksand and the rustling of the pages of the book.

"It's really breathless. If I hadn't eaten you for almost a month, I would have wanted to beat you up and save you when I saw you like this. The cat cautiously approached the quicksand and mire Dongluo, looking at the calm young man in the carriage, and muttered quietly.

The leader of the guards and the three guards who survived the meteorite fell were lying motionless on the quicksand mire. Even breathing became cautious. It's not that they don't want to move, it's that they don't dare to move. Movement is no different from suicide.

The dead guards beside him had long since been swallowed up by quicksand, and there were no bones left. The leader of the guards smiled bitterly, and only then did he understand the meaning of what the sand guard had said to him before he died. After all, I still didn't succeed in this mission.

Dongluo lay behind the corpse of a giant man and looked left and right, trying to find out the location of the array spirit master who had laid down the second-level spirit array quicksand quagmire from a little clue, but after searching for a long time, he still didn't find anything.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, although Dongluo is not a gentleman, but he will not stand under a dangerous wall, he does not know the source of danger, he will never be stupid and take a direct shot. Because it doesn't look like suicide.

Dongluo's left palm was close to the ground, touching the damp soil that I don't know if it was blood or spring rain, and a few buds that had just pierced the spring scratched his palm.

Wisps of faint cold air ran down his fingertips into the damp mud, searching for the anomalies of the Heaven and Earth Vitality.

Although the winter has not yet entered the path of cultivation, he has stepped into the realm of breath. It is not yet able to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth in the body. But he still has a certain understanding of Tianhan, who has tortured himself in his body for more than ten years and almost killed himself, and how to apply it.

For example, the cold air at this moment is like a pair of eyes, looking for it in this not vast land. Over quicksand, over mire, over meadows, over jungles. Finally stopped under a large tree.

"Found it. Dongluo sneered, put down the Pu knife in his hand, picked up a desert poplar hardwood bow left by a famous sacrificial guard not far from him, adjusted his posture, and aimed at the other party.

Under the big tree, there was a middle-aged man in a green shirt who was engrossed in carving something in the void, completely oblivious to the fact that he had been exposed to the eyes of the enemy.

The right arm was forced, and the bowstring was violently pulled apart, like a full moon, and the tenacious bowstring withstood a huge force, making a buzzing sound, and the feathered arrows on the string trembled slightly, and then quickly turned calm, like a snake ready to attack, ready to spit out its fangs at his opponent.

When the middle-aged man in the green shirt was still depicting, the middle index finger of Dongluo's right hand holding the arrow loosened slightly, the bowstring suddenly retracted, and a buzzing whistle bounced back, and a feather arrow shot out like electricity, penetrating several fallen leaves, and went straight to the chest of the middle-aged man in the green shirt.

Buzz!

The bowstring vibrated rapidly, and the black feather of the arrow feathers advanced like lightning, piercing the fallen leaves, tearing through the night, and reaching its chest.

As if sensing the danger, the middle-aged man in the green shirt made a move in his hand, but it was only a meal, and he completely ignored the upcoming arrow. The fingers continued to carve. Maybe he believed that from such a distance, the cold arrow that came from nowhere had no ability to shoot himself to death. Maybe he felt that what he was going to portray was more important than his life, but for whatever reason, he didn't dodge the arrow.

With a muffled pop, a feather arrow pierced into his chest, and the arrow rotated at a strange high speed, many times faster than the ordinary feather arrow, and the sharp cluster instantly tore through the green shirt and squeezed into his flesh!

The feather arrow entered the flesh for three points, and the blood on the green shirt loomed.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt still didn't pay attention, didn't even look down, and was still carving in his hands.

It hurts to get an arrow into your body, but some things seem to be more important than life. As long as you don't die, what about another arrow?

Winterfall shot more than one arrow.

It's arrow after arrow. One arrow is coming, and the other is coming.

Whoa!

The second feather arrow came one after another like lightning, accompanied by a palpitating sound of entering the flesh, and hit the chest of the middle-aged man in green shirt, and the arrow was nowhere to go, which was where the first feather arrow disappeared!

The third arrow, as if in no sequence, came again in an instant, and also hit the gap that was gradually widened, and the arrow was no longer hindered, but it pierced through his body fiercely!

No one knew how Dongluo did it, and in a very short moment of lightning, he shot three feather arrows in a row with the seemingly ordinary poplar hardwood bow in his hand, and no one could understand why this seemingly ordinary young man had such terrifying archery skills and could shoot the same extremely small area three times in a row!

The middle-aged man in the green shirt only felt like a reckless bull slammed into his chest, and the middle-aged man was shocked and took two steps back, leaning against the big tree behind him, and then he felt that his chest was a little hot, and the heat turned into a hot one in the end.

He subconsciously looked down and saw a feather arrow entering his chest, and a small section of arrow shaft and arrow feathers remained outside the green shirt, infected with blood, like a red flower.

A dark red flower, bright color, life and death judgment.

The middle-aged man stared in disbelief at the wet red flowers on the green shirt on his chest, and a look of absurdity and dismayness appeared on his pale and beardless face.

Slowly, he leaned his back against the tree and sat down among the fallen leaves and mud on the ground. The middle-aged man in the green shirt looked at the arrow feathers on his chest in pain, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the battlefield, wanting to see what the archer looked like.

However, when he used the only strength of his body to inspect the battlefield for a week, he did not find the person who released the cold arrow. I had to whisper something helplessly and painfully, and then smiled and spread my hands and died.

Although Dongluo didn't know why the Spirit Array Master didn't hide, he was still there and let him shoot three arrows in a row. But now he didn't have time to think about why, because the quicksand and mire in front of him were still devouring the lives of the guards.

Quietly changing to a hidden position, wisps of cold air gushed out from his fingertips again.

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Mangshan dense forest.

"Good archery. There is the shadow of the nine-star flash arrow of the Great Perimeter Army. I just didn't know if this kid could shoot several stars at a time. Zhuan Zhu said in admiration while nibbling on the apple.

"What's the matter? want to catch him back and harvest wheat with you?" Hua Qingyun said jokingly: "If you knew who put him into this team, you wouldn't think so, and you wouldn't boast like that." ”

Zhuan Zhu stopped eating the apple and asked curiously, "Who?"

"Li Mu. ”

Zhuan Zhu nodded with pity on his face and said, "It's a pity." Even if it is his person, then this archery is not worth boasting about. Samsung, I didn't even enter the door!"

Hua Qingyun's fingers tapped lightly on the wooden sword, and chuckled: "It's a pity what? It's a pity that no one will collect your acres of wheat from you." ”

"That's not it, the one in my family who does farm work, that's a good hand in ten miles and eight towns. That bit of wheat, it's not a problem. Zhuan Zhu was silent for a moment and said: "But it's a pity, seeing that he is about to be twenty years old, he has not yet entered the realm of emotion." Most of the time, there is no hope for cultivation in this life. ”

"Maybe!"

"Okay, it seems that the person you want to protect has given up on saving himself, and the quicksand and mire array has been set up before the death of that array spirit master. It seems that there will be no variables either. If you want to fight, you will fight, and if you don't fight, I will go home. I must have been waiting for that guy for a long time!" Zhuan Zhu seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but laugh softly.

"No, variables have already emerged. Hua Qingyun no longer knocked on the wooden sword, and also picked a slightly clean place to sit down like a master, and the old god was looking at the battlefield that was about to stop.

Zhuan Zhu turned his head to look at this man who looked older than him, but his actual age was far younger than him, and sneered slightly: "The variable you are talking about can't be that young man! I see that this quicksand and quagmire, although the formation is low, but there is no one here to break except for you and me! Do you think that young man can? Even if he is Li Mu's person, it can't be!"

"It's not up to you to decide whether it will work or not. Look. Hua Qingyun gestured towards the precious carriage.

"What......? This can't be the Extreme Ice!" Zhuan Zhu muttered in shock. The apple in his hand fell to the ground without realizing it.