If Shangguan Ling was really just a bluff as the two sons of Hei and Bai thought of, if Shangguan Ling's trembling right hand really didn't have the strength to do it now, if the two owners of Hei and Bai Zhuang didn't have old eyes and dizziness at this moment. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Although there are many coincidences in the world, it is unfortunate that all these things did not fall on the two owners of black and white today, let alone Shangguan Ling.

Shangguan Ling once again pulled out the divine bow in his hand. Her entire right arm was already swollen, and many of the meridians in her arm were oozing blood, and even some small blood vessels had been simply broken. Shangguan Ling's bluish-purple right shoulder and even the entire right shoulder blade have already reached the limit, or should it be said to have exceeded the limit. Clearly visible purple-black marks stretched from the shoulder blade position all the way down to Shangguan Ling's waist, which showed that the damage caused by the continuous shooting divine bow to Shangguan Ling was not only his shoulder and right arm, but also far more than what he saw on the surface.

But Shangguan Ling opened his bow again, resolutely and resolutely used the arm that might be scrapped next time. Her hands no longer trembled, and every inch of her body calmed down again, from her breath to her body. The full moon was born with his fingers, and the arrow on the bowstring in Shangguan Ling's hand had been firmly pointed at the two owners of the black and white village who were not far away and rode over.

The skin at the position of one shoulder blade failed to hold on to the end, and the blood overflowing from the cracked mouth made Shangguan Ling's brows furrow slightly. Fortunately, everything she should have done has been done, and the loose strings and arrows are no longer affected.

At this point, Fang knew that he was the same as the four people from the fishing village, and the black and white two sons who had also fallen for this woman's evil deeds finally lost their luck. The two of them had already abandoned their horses and landed on the ground when Shangguan Ling opened the divine bow, and without any hesitation, they staggered into each other, and in an instant, the two of them fused black and white into one by changing shapes and shadows, and turned into a mass of gray like one person. Kneel and beg for a hundred eyes to sing

Shangguan Ling's off-string arrow arrived just at this time. The divine arrow, which left everything behind him, including the arrow path, the wind howl, and the shadow, silently came to the edge of the gray shadow that had just formed, and without any hesitation, went straight into it.

Shangguan Ling turned around as soon as he sent the arrow, completely ignoring the result of the battle between the two sons of black and white and the divine arrow. This is the result of her exhaustive mind at the cost of her right arm or even more, and she no longer has to worry or be powerless to worry about whether there will be any more accidents.

Lying on the back of the horse, Shangguan Ling grabbed the reins tightly with his left hand, and his left leg lightly knocked the lightning body. The snow-white treasure horse understood what the master meant, the shame of not being able to take the master out of danger just now and the weakness of the master felt at this moment had already made Lightning angry and angry, and since the master had given the order, then it would be ashamed.

Kicking his hooves angrily, the air flow in front of the white treasure horse made a roaring sound like falling rocks, and was slammed away by the lightning with red eyes, and the sound of the hooves of the kicking was clear and like a continuous song. The dirt in the hoof prints on the ground actually bounced up after the lightning was already outside Lou Zhang, splashing out of the hoof prints.

The four people in the fishing village only saw blood flying out of the gray shadow from a distance, and then they heard a series of angry curses from the gray shadow formed by the two of them, and then they chased after the white horse lightning that had once again shown faster speed all the way to the east.

It was only then that Bai Yi had a chance to put down the hands that bloomed on his chest. Because that magic arrow had lost all its impact power under the action of the four-person skill, and exploded into a cloud of powder. Li Zi, whose hands were blurred with flesh and blood, scolded and turned around to find a horse to catch up with Guan Ling, but was stopped by Lu Wei, who was covered in sweat and worn through the soles of his shoes.

Li Zi, who was about to get angry with his eyes, was defeated by Lu Poo's fluttering words, and squatted on the ground to make a muffled gourd.

"You have a cover door now, and you are born in your hands, what are you going to do to fight that Shangguan Ling?" After Lu Wei finished speaking, he turned around to look at Bai Yi's injury, how could he care if Li Zi was choked or not.

Ju Qingxue looked at the white and gray shadows that were gradually disappearing, and there was no disappointment on her face. After hearing Lu Pooyan's insincere concern, he smiled and said: "This white horse is really a good baby, I didn't take it, I have to work hard next time." has the endless endurance of black and white, Shangguan Ling can't lose it. We don't have to rush, just chase it slowly, and let those two old things be a pathfinder. The trouble is the magic arrow, the ghost believes that this is the magic arrow when it was just born, none of the people who used this magic arrow back then were stronger than the Dragon Emperor Long Qisheng, how much weaker can the four of us be together? ”

Bai Yiyi broke two of his ten fingers, and his chest was full of trouble. After hearing Ju Qingxue's words, he muttered: "Zhang Yun, if he can't be used by me, he will be killed." ”

Unlike the temporary rest of the war in Zhangfu, the city head of Chuzhou is extremely lively at the moment. The city was full of gray smoke and bricks and stones, and every now and then someone would fly out with white bones or flesh and skin, and every time something flew out, it would always be accompanied by fresh blood.

Scenes that are absolutely terrifying enough are constantly staged, and occasionally a complete corpse flies out of the city and slaps on the ground, and those Yuan soldiers who are disgusted with stumps and severed arms will actually feel a little relieved and even comforted. Because the murderous demon in the city can finally show mercy and make a few whole corpses, right?

Zhang Yun, who had already become an executioner in Yuan Jun's mind, didn't know what those Tartars were thinking, at this moment, the umbrella sword behind him had been broken in half, and thousands of machines could no longer be called thousands of machines. The diagonally hung water weaving silk could not be completely returned to its place due to excessive use, and the remaining twenty-five umbrella swords could no longer form a complete iron umbrella, and the whole umbrella was loose and looked a little tattered.

However, unlike the dilapidated appearance, Zhang Yun still has not had any external injuries on his body so far, and not even a single bruise has appeared. But the clothes on his body had already grown countless tears, and the sweat didn't know how many rounds of soaking these clothes.

Zhang Yun's face was as white as paper, and his breath was even more stable and long when he first entered Chuzhou City.

The leaders of the Six-Party Alliance besieging Zhang Yun are still alive, but no matter which side is now able to organize a complete battle force on their own. The only thing they succeeded in doing for most of the hour was to prevent Zhang Yun from leaving Chuzhou City. In addition, after the hundreds of masters in these six parties paid the price of more than half of the loss, not even a wound, a wound as small as a hair, could not be left on Zhang Yun's body.

Su Wanguan and Xiao Sheng, who are responsible for calculating the change in profits, whether they are fat or thin, seem to be bitter gourd faces at the moment.

In their opinion, the battle for most of the hour was basically burning the lives of each family, especially their two families, but the harvest seemed to be not as good as the harvest of any beggar in Chuzhou City who was busy working in the same morning. Because the results are all obvious, that Zhang Yun is still standing, even though he is tired, but in addition to the blade, he has only sweated and not shed a little blood.