The arrows flew from afar, surrounded by snow and silver, carrying thousands of powers. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The yellow sand next to info swung to both sides, and the willow branches that were still swaying before broke off and flew out to both sides, hitting the yellow sand, and a deep groove quickly appeared, like a knife cutting through the mountain.

Hu Jiu'er's sword was very flat, the red streamer hid the sword body, and he handed it forward slightly, as if he was handing over something very ordinary to an acquaintance, naturally, trusting.

But Hu Jiu'er's eyes were wide open, and she was not stimulated by the silver streamer of the incoming arrow at all. The sword is flat, but the eyes are large.

The sword and the arrow finally collided together.

The red streamer and the white silver light passed by, colliding with a piercing scream, and the surrounding willow branches broke off one after another. The tip of the sword rubbed against the shaft of the arrow, rubbing the fusion of fire and snow, and then parting.

The arrow deviated from the direction, brushed Hu Jiu'er's gaze, and galloped to the side.

Hu Jiu'er's sword grazed the blade of the arrow, grinding out the red streamer, and stopped at the moment when the arrow changed direction and shot out, and the tip of the sword pointed straight ahead.

In front of her stood a girl in a white dress, her eyes were cold, but she was as beautiful as the snow falling in winter. Ning Ge didn't appreciate her beauty, and Hu Jiu'er naturally didn't appreciate her beauty, but he would take a few serious looks at it after all. Because the arrow that was broken by Hu Jiu'er's sword returned to her right hand, and she held a bow tightly in her left hand.

The demons and the human race are incompatible, and they have not changed since ancient times.

The demon girl's gaze did not fall on Ning Ge and Hu Jiu'er, but she watched the previous demon shadow slowly disappear until it was gone.

Ning Ge looked at the demon girl's gaze not on his side, and gradually looked at Hu Jiu'er. Hu Jiu'er stood in front of him, and the easiest thing to see in his eyes was the sword held by Hu Jiu'er, and then Hu Jiu'er's hand holding the hilt, but when he looked at Hu Jiu'er's hand holding the sword, Ning Ge's brows frowned.

Hu Jiu'er's hands are trembling!

Although it was slight, it was still seen by Ning Ge.

Hu Jiu'er whispered to Ning Ge: "The realm of the people who come is much higher than me, I will delay the time later, you can run as far as you can on a little donkey, I have a way to get out!"

It was only at this moment that Ning Ge was sure that Hu Jiu'er's sword that seemed to be a dead end just now was actually injured.

Ning Ge looked up, only to see that the demon girl had just withdrawn her gaze from a distance and looked at her side, but the demon girl's gaze was looking at Hu Jiu'er, and she didn't look at Ning Ge at all.

The demon girl took an arrow, pulled a bow, and didn't say anything, but shot an arrow directly at Hu Jiu'er.

Hu Jiu'er raised his sword, raised his eyebrows, and took out his sword.

Arrows burst through the surrounding air, yellow sand cracked, willows cracked.

The sun was shining at noon before, and Ning Ge found a place to hide in the shade, and it was gone.

Hu Jiu'er's sword was no longer smooth this time, but came out of her hand, carrying a slightly rising momentum, just like her eyebrows at the moment, flying towards the arrow like a meteor.

The arrow and the sword met again, the tip of the sword against the arrow, facing each other in the air. The silver light of the arrow body flickered, and under the red flow of the sword body, it was like a pile of snowflakes, cold, solidified, and indestructible.

Hu Jiu'er's red sword kept retreating as the arrows advanced. The red flow of the sword body gradually weakened, and some of them could not stop the advance of the arrows.

Hu Jiu'er stepped forward more and more, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, his eyebrows raised, and his body leaned forward, so that the arrow could not advance for half a minute.

Before the first encounter between swords and arrows, Hu Jiu'er's eyes widened, and then he took out his sword. Her sword broke through the direction of the demon girl's arrow, and she dodged the mighty arrow.

Before the second encounter between swords and arrows, Hu Jiu'er raised his brows, and then took out his sword, and the swords and arrows temporarily confronted each other in the air.

And with the power of the arrows, when Hu Jiu'er's sword was about to be unable to resist, Hu Jiu'er's eyebrows rose, holding the retreating sword, and stabilizing the situation.

Ning Ge stood behind Hu Jiu'er, naturally he didn't see the change in Hu Jiu'er's gaze clearly, but he completely fell into the eyes of the demon girl.

The demon girl looked at Hu Jiu'er coldly, then raised the bow in her hand, pulled the string, and let go.

The bowstring shook, and the surrounding air rippled back and forth, and then a powerful force broke through the rippling air and rushed forward.

There were no arrows on the bowstring, and the demon girl just made an archery action.

In Hu Jiu'er's eyes, an invisible arrow was reflected, piercing through layers of air and clinging towards the body of the arrow.

Hu Jiu'er was hunting in a red robe, and he was dressed in fiery red, as if he was in the ice and snow.

As soon as the invisible arrow attached to the body of the arrow, Hu Jiu'er flew upside down, like a fire falling on the sand dunes in the distance. Hu Jiu'er was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a red sword in his hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Without Hu Jiu'er's resistance, the arrow quickly attacked Ning Ge behind him.

At this time, Hu Jiu'er realized that Ning Ge had not left yet, and her heart was inexplicably warm and nervous, and she wanted to get up, but she couldn't move.

The demon girl didn't even look at Ning Ge, her eyes were still staring at Hu Jiu'er who flew out upside down.

With the cultivation of the demon girl, she had already sensed that Ning Ge was just a scholar, because what permeated his body was the aura, not the true qi of a person who practiced martial arts.

In this case, as long as Ning Ge did not feather and ascend, he was not a threat. But for thousands of years, the feather ascension has been in legends, whether it is Xi Wen or Xiuwu, there is no real name recorded, Changsheng has a relentless pursuit.

The arrow galloped in the direction of Ning Ge, just like her master, she didn't take Ning Ge in her eyes at all, just waiting to penetrate Ning Ge and kill Hu Jiu'er in the distance in one fell swoop.

The arrow soon came to Ning Ge's eyes, and Ning Ge's green robe was raised, his hair was scattered, and he was fluttering in the wind. The yellow sand on the ground rolled up, and a bluestone paved road appeared. The bluestone slab has been buried by the yellow sand for a long time, and it has a somewhat withered yellow color.

As the arrows advanced, streaks appeared on the yellowed bluestone slabs, then cracks, and then shattering. Ning Ge had an aura, but he was not afraid of the cold wind from the arrows.

Hu Jiu'er saw the arrow coming to Ning Ge's side, and was anxious, and was about to take out his life-saving things to save Ning Ge, but saw Ning Ge gently raise his hand.

Half a month ago, Ning Ge punched lightly and hit the sun, the green donkey lay down, Hu Jiu'er stood in the distance and blinked, and it took a punch to dissolve.

Afterwards, Hu Jiu'er asked Ning Ge about the punch, but Ning Ge couldn't say anything at all, and Hu Jiu'er also clearly sensed that Ning Ge really didn't have any true qi fluctuations, so the problem was closed.

Now seeing Ning Ge gently raise his hand, Hu Jiu'er's big eyes looked towards the front of Ning Ge's arm, and sure enough, he had already clenched his fist.

The fist was clenched by Hu Jiu'er standing in front of Ning Ge before. Now, Ning Ge just gave away this fist.

The fist is still white, and it looks a little immature because of its white skin.

Because he is immature, he looks powerless and powerful.

Just like when a child is playing at home, he is punched by a child, and he will clench his little fist and hit the other party. Out of instinct, Ning Ge's punch was like a counterattack to a child.

The fist was mediocre, but it blocked the arrow in front of him, and he could no longer advance half a point.

The demon girl's cold gaze finally fell on Ning Ge, and at this moment she saw the young man in front of her clearly, and also saw the young man's immature fist clearly.

The aura on the fist was surrounded, and it was not deformed by the squeezing of the true air flow on the arrow in the slightest, on the contrary, the arrow took a step back after a moment.

Hu Jiu'er in the distance clearly saw this scene.

Previously, her eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and the strength of the Xuanwu Realm Great Perfection could only compete with the arrows, but now Ning Ge punched lightly, which actually made the arrows take a step back.

The demon girl looked at Ning Ge with a cold gaze, the bow in her left hand was raised again, and she pulled the string with her right hand, and then let go. As the bowstring shook, an even more powerful arrow of True Qi burst through the air.

The surrounding air descended in an instant, as if experiencing a snowstorm, and it was gradually condensing.

Taking advantage of the fact that the True Qi Arrow had not yet possessed the arrow, Ning Ge quickly withdrew his arm, then raised it again, clenched his fist, and gently sent it out.

The arrows fused with the True Qi Arrows, carrying the momentum of breaking the ice, destroying the power of Ning Ge's previous punch, and meeting Ning Ge's second punch again.

The bluestone slab under Ning Ge's feet shattered into powder, and then quickly faded.

Then, Hu Jiu'er saw Ning Ge's punch once again force the demon girl's arrow to take a step back, and out of thin air, he confronted each other with one punch and one arrow.

On the cold face of the demon girl, she frowned lightly for the first time, and her gaze became more and more cold and sharp.

Then, Hu Jiu'er saw the demon girl pull the bow again and let go.

There is no bow on the string, but every time it is pulled, it is as if there is an arrow in the hand, and it has never been missed.

Before the true qi arrow reached the arrow, the demon girl pulled the bow again and let go, the speed was so fast that if it weren't for Hu Jiu'er's keen eyes, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to see her movements clearly.

Countless True Qi arrows, carrying the momentum of frost, attacked from afar.

In the originally hot noon, the two sides of the arrows actually froze, forming two ice walls, and there was only a passage left in the middle, and the arrows formed only through the true qi were frozen.

The temperature instantly dropped to zero, and dewdrops appeared on the yellow sand that had not been blown out, and then it was quickly frozen, forming ice beads, which were shattered one after another with the passage of the true qi arrows, scattered on top of the yellow sand, shattered into a layer, like frost and ice.

Ning Ge's gaze kept staring ahead, although he couldn't see it as clearly as Hu Jiu'er, he could vaguely see the demon girl pulling the bow.

So, Ning Ge also closed his fist, punched, and hit the arrow with one punch.

The fists are sparse and ordinary, and there are no moves to speak of. Just like a disciple who has just learned boxing under the teaching of his master, he punches and closes his fists, and even because of his ordinary movements, his fists become more and more immature.

Because of the immaturity of the fist, the aura brought by Ning Ge's fist punching out actually wrapped the fist to a budding flower.

The demon girl's eyes were attracted by Ning Ge's fist, and the hand that kept pulling the bow stopped pulling the bow. Hu Jiu'er's eyes staring at the demon girl also fell on Ning Ge's fist.

The fair-skinned fist, surrounded by aura, really looks like a flower bone.

The demon girl stopped archery, but Ning Ge's fist was still attacking, and with the fall of the last fist, the ice walls that were originally standing on both sides of the front shattered and fell to the ground.

Ning Ge withdrew his fist, and the demon girl withdrew her arrow.

Ning Ge was dressed in a green robe, his long hair was scattered, and his eyes looked at the demon girl.

The demon girl held a bow in her left hand and an arrow in her right hand, standing in the air in a white dress, looking at Ning Ge with a cold face.

The white dress is windless and automatic, like a flowing cloud in the sky.

Ning Ge's fists were still clenched, as if he was ready for the bow and arrow of the demon girl's surprise attack.

And the demon girl's gaze fell on Ning Ge's fist, but she opened her mouth to say the first sentence

"The fist flows at will, you obviously haven't even reached the minimum naturalization realm, but you can punch the artistic conception of the stream, who are you?"