Stormy night, Cross Street.

Dozens of brave and hot-blooded men from Luoyang City retreated like this, giving up the battlefield to Dongluo and the middle-aged people.

Winterfall put away the town and mountains. He moved his arm and looked at the middle-aged man quietly.

"My name is Lin Jingfeng, remember this name. Don't get to the path of reincarnation, you don't even know who killed you. The middle-aged man drew the longbow behind his back and continued: "You don't need to tell me what your name is, there are too many people, and I can't remember." ”

Dongluo grinned and said, "Actually, I don't have to remember what your name is." Because I'm not going to go on the path of reincarnation. ”

Lin Jingfeng slowly reached out and held the white feather long arrow in the quiver behind his back, and at the moment when his slender fingers shook the white feather stained with rain, he saw that the black clothes on his body shook slightly, and countless raindrops were bounced down into fine gouache, like a misty fog.

The middle-aged man with a gentle smile looked focused, and suddenly became murderous, and the cold rain around him seemed to feel something, swaying and tilting silently to avoid it, and no drop dared to go on that black robe.

The bow is like a full moon, and the arrow is like a rainbow.

The distance of more than fifty meters does not even require the time for a knife to be cut down, and the time for blood to fly. The rain along the way was directly transpired and vaporized into a white mist by the white feather long arrows that swept at high speed, and the white feathers without a trajectory were like a dragon in the clouds, and the angry waves covering the sea flashed.

Dongluo's eyebrows stinged, and his brows were furrowed together, as if he was being stared at by an ancient beast, and with a snort, the surface of his eyebrows cracked, and traces of blood came out of his body.

Before the arrow arrives, the blood comes out first. One arrow mighty, terrifying.

Dongluo's right hand was horizontal, and the brick-sized Zhenshan Mountain quickly grew into a stone monument standing behind him, shielding him from the danger from behind.

"When. ”

Divide the gold and crack the stones, and sparks splash everywhere. The pain in the center of his eyebrows disappeared, and the arrow that was expected to be shot at the center of his eyebrows did not arrive under the cover of the white mist, but went straight to the back of his heart, but was blocked by Zhen Shanyue.

The arrow hit Zhenshanyue, Zhenshanyue smashed on his back, and the huge impact force made Dongluo stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"Boom" "Boom"......

The sound of breaking the sky kept coming, and in the white mist that blocked the sight of the winter set, there were dragons with aura on the long arrows, fierce birds spreading their wings, and spirit beasts roaring...... But no matter from that direction, the end result seems to be a rush to the winter set.

The sound of the arrow breaking through the sky, the sound of the white feather blocking the mountain in the town, and the pop of the long arrow entering the ground, one after another, like a funeral song in the rainy night, played softly with the sound of the rain hitting the eaves.

Every time Dongluo took a step forward, four or five white feather arrows would come at him from different directions, and every step of the way, the arrows and arrows were the same.

But nothing stopped him from moving forward in the night rain.

With a muffled pop, a white feather long arrow pierced into his chest with the momentum of a dragon, and the arrow rotated at a very strange high speed, many times faster than the rotation speed of ordinary feather arrows, and the sharp cluster blade instantly tore through his clothes, squeezing into his incomparably strong flesh and blood that was frozen and tempered by the extreme ice!

The white feather long arrow entered the flesh for three points, and the blood appeared at a glance.

Dongluo still didn't pay attention, didn't even look down, the tiny beads of blood rolling down from the torn eyebrows and the rain flowed into a stream on his childish face, he still didn't stop, still trying his best to avoid the high-speed feather arrows, and walked forward.

It hurts for the arrow to enter the body, but compared to the cold that rages in the body again and again, it seems to be nothing more than that, so what?

Shout!

Another long white-feathered arrow came one after another like lightning, accompanied by a palpitating sound of entering the flesh, piercing Dongluo's palm and shooting into his chest, where the arrow was nowhere it was, where the flesh of the previous feathered arrow had been broken.

Lin Jingfeng's mind was tense, and the aura in his body kept penetrating the long arrow in his hand between pulling and loosening, and the arrow went silently, and the string fell silently. Arrows flew out, their own arrows flew back, and the arrows pointed to the long street, lying in front of them.

His whole heart was on the young man walking with a monument at the end of the long street, and he had already shot dozens of arrows, except for a few arrows hit, the others would have no effect, if it was in the past, not to mention the people who opened the spirit realm, even the people of the Peiyuan realm might have died on the spot in the rain of arrows.

But today, his arrow disappointed him, and the other party was still a person who had never practiced.

Although the Divine Arrow Gang is not a big gang in Luoyang City, it is not a small sect that can be compared.

Ever since he took over this assassination mission, he had already ranked the danger level of the teenager in front of him at the highest level.

The people of the Divine Arrow Gang have been staring outside Zhang's Mansion for a long time, and finally found this opportunity, if they don't kill the young man in front of them with one blow this time, then it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity in the future.

The more this is the case, the calmer his heart becomes. There is an arrow in the heart, and there shall be no arrow.

His whole body and mind were devoted to controlling those arrows, so he ignored his side, unaware that in the night rain behind him, a feathered arrow was also rapidly breaking through the air.

Lin Jingfeng didn't look back, nor did he care about the other sounds behind him that were different from the whistling wind. Still staring intently at the vast white mist in front of him.

The arrow in his hand instantly came out of his hand, but instead of shooting at the vast white mist in front of him, he bypassed Lin and shot quickly into the night rain behind him.

"Phew!"

A metal crash sounded like a silver bottle bursting.

The tips of the arrows collided, and the wooden arrows in the night rain broke instantly, flew backwards, and then tumbled to the ground, smashing on the bluestone slabs, smashing layers of splashes.

Before Lin Jingfeng could catch his breath, there was a sudden whistling wind sound from nine directions around him.

The wind whimpered, terrifying.

The speed of the arrow was fast or slow, front and back, left and right, heaven and earth, the angle was tricky, and all the movements of Lin Jingfeng were instantly sealed.

The nine arrow feathers were like a net from heaven and earth, pressing directly towards the forest and the wind.

The wind blows out, the rain falls, but people can't get out.

Nine-star flashing arrows, nine arrows fired together, terrifying.

Lin Jingfeng's expression was calm, the thumb and little finger of his right hand were slightly bent, and three feather arrows instantly appeared in his hand.

Shoot the arrow, pull the string, bend the bow, shoot the arrow, all in one go.

Three feathered arrows flew out in an instant. Fly out instantly from different directions and different angles.

Three bends of the bow, nine feathered arrows, forward or backward, fast or slow. Submerged in the night rain.

Lin Jingfeng snorted coldly, the nine-star lightning arrow, it was nothing more than that.

There was a howling wind in the darkness.

The tenth arrow, coming.

Lin Jingfeng's expression changed, and when he waved his hand again, there were no arrows around him, so he could only throw the longbow in his hand towards the wind in the dark.

Lin Jingfeng secretly exhaled and blocked it. I didn't expect that the young man in the white mist was so superb in archery, not only could he shoot the secret nine-star lightning arrow in the surrounding army, but also shoot the tenth arrow.

You must know that even in the surrounding army, there are few people who can fire nine arrows at once, let alone the tenth arrow, which is simply a fantasy.

Lin Jingfeng silently thought in his heart, as long as the bow collided with the arrow, or after the arrow collided with the arrow, he could instantly pull the bow and arrow back with his mind.

Give the boy in the white mist, hand the last arrow.

Just as Lin Jingfeng was about to pull his bow and arrows, a sound of bowstring trembling suddenly sounded in the white mist.

Eleventh?

Lin Jingfeng's expression changed greatly, and his mind to pull the bow and arrow was instantly disconnected.

After waiting for a while, Lin Jingfeng found that there were no arrow feathers flying in the white mist.

He knew he was being tricked.

But just as he was about to draw the arrows that flew out again, a shadow came running behind him.

It was a big black dog that had left the battlefield from the very beginning of the battle, hiding in the shadows, and at this moment his sharp claws were finally revealed.

There was the wrath of the Son of Heaven, bleeding and drifting. There is also the anger of cloth clothes, and blood is spattered at a hundred paces. There are many murderers, and there are more murderers in anger. At this moment, the black shadow was like an angry person, and one claw struck towards Lin Jingfeng's back with the momentum of wind and thunder.

Lin Jingfeng, who was not a trace of defense, was shot up by the black shadow's claw hammer. Only run away from the winter fall in the white mist.

The bow with no arrows and no strings in his hand disappeared in an instant in the mustard seeds, and Dong Luo, who was slowly stepping forward, stepped lightly on the ground with his toes, and ejected, directly meeting Lin Jingfeng, who was hammered by Da Hei's claws, and punched him in the chest.

Lin Jingfeng felt that he had no choice but to be caught by the Taigu Mangniu, and slammed into his back and chest, and the heart of pulling the bow and arrow was broken again, and then he felt that his chest was a little hot, and the heat turned into a hot in the end.

He subconsciously looked down, only to see a fist entering without chest, and on the top of the fist was a pair of eyes that looked at him coldly. There was a look of absurdity and confusion on his blood-covered face.

"It seems that I am better suited to this night than you. A cold voice rang in his ears.

Another punch was delivered, and Lin Jingfeng shot out again like a kite with a broken string, shattering the tavern's wine flag, slamming into a gray wall, and then sliding to the ground along the trail of rain.

Losing his control, the white feather arrows that were still flying between the heavens and the earth suddenly stopped trembling, and fell to the ground in an instant, and there was a crisp trilling sound unique to metal in this rainy night. Tapping on the nerves of everyone in and out of the alley.

I watched a black shadow darker than the night slowly stand beside the rain-covered boy in front of him.

He admits that he ignored the existence of the black dog from the beginning, but he realizes that the black dog is the killer scissors of the teenager in front of him.

Before, I just wanted to relax and tighten my mind, and by the way, I checked my own reality, and then pulled my bow and arrows with ten arrows. Pull the string again to make yourself flustered, so that the black dog will kill with one blow.

What a calculation! What a tacit understanding!

Lin Jingfeng knew that in the face of such powerful computing power, it would be useless for him to have more arrows.

"It's easy to enter the rivers and lakes, but it's difficult to get out of the rivers and lakes!" Lin Jingfeng looked at Dongluo who was coming towards him step by step in silence, and said, "Kill me, and leave! They can't stop you." ”

Dongluo stood in front of Lin Jingfeng, and slowly pulled out the two white feathers that had submerged in his chest, and the tips of the arrows with a little blood stains and flesh were washed by the rain, and they became brilliant and terrifying. He threw the white feather long arrow towards Lin Jingfeng with all his might.

"Puff"

The sound of piercing flesh did not sound, and the scene of blood splattering did not happen. Lin Jingfeng was not dead, and there were two arrows stuck in the two boulders the size of a millstone next to him. The tail of the arrow sank into the boulder. Not even a single trill.

"I said I didn't kill people, I just wanted to get out of the street. Dongluo wiped the rain and blood from his face with his hand and muttered softly.

Lin Jingfeng grinned, and there were blood stains and rain rolling through the corners of his mouth. Sinking into the black shirt, a darker patch leached. "I also said that the night in Luoyang City is red, but if it is not stained with your blood, it is stained with our blood. ”

Lin Jingfeng looked at the fierce and vicious big black beside the young man and said: "The Divine Arrow Gang, it's just a joke, if you become someone else's dog, you must have the consciousness of being a dog." ”

The corners of Lin Jingfeng's mouth became more and more blood blisters, but he still said intermittently: "If you leave, we will all die." But if you kill me, they can all live. So...... Please kill me. ”

"Is it worth it for them?" asked Winterfall again.

"Is it worth it? Didn't think about it. Maybe when I enter samsara, I'll know if it's worth it or not. Even if the big people don't take their lives seriously, then I, the dog who is the same small person as them, let them see this black world again. Lin Jingfeng closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly grinned and said, "Is this considered to be the end of the righteousness of the rivers and lakes." ”

"Forget it!" Dongluo doesn't really understand what rivers and lakes are and what is called righteousness, but he is willing to send a person who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time out of this rivers and lakes.

In the dense fog that was about to disperse, in a few pairs of suspicious eyes, he knew that after this drizzle, the blood stains in this place would be washed away. People who get up early the next day will still be crowded on this street.

Lin Jingfeng just leaned quietly under the gray wall, the pair of black pupils on his bloody face quietly looked at the young man who was holding up an oil-paper umbrella and slowly leaving in the drizzle, muttered something in a low voice, and then smiled slightly and spread out his hands and died.