Su Ming stood up instantly, and in an instant he felt the danger of death.

Rumble!

An arrow appeared in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye, and the tip of the arrow was aimed at Su Ming's throat.

Where the arrow fell, the terrifying power was vented, and the terrifying wave of qi exploded in place, setting off a snow-white field, and a huge depression appeared within a radius of several zhang.

The bodies of the two snakes were directly submerged by this wave of air, and under this terrifying wave of air, their bodies instantly turned into powder.

Bang!

Su Ming's figure passed through the snow-white sky set off by the air waves, and at that moment just now, he dodged sideways, and the fist intent around his body protected his body, but the arrow was too sharp, and the fist intent around his body crossed his cheeks, leaving a bright red blood line.

Gritting his teeth, his face became very ugly, most of the power of the arrow came from its speed, the faster the arrow, the stronger the power, he could feel that the speed of the arrow just now had climbed to the extreme within a mile range, that is, the strength reached the maximum.

The power of this arrow is comparable to the power of the sword qi of a sword cultivator of the Eight-Story Building.

There is a group of monks who specialize in bows and arrows in the Fearless City, they are incomparably powerful qi practitioners on the city wall, and the arrows shot by those who have cultivated to the advanced level of qi practitioners, under the blessing of the formation, are even more terrifying than the natal flying sword of the sword immortal.

He had once seen an arrow on the city wall pass through a hundred miles and pierce the demon body of a demon emperor, and at that distance, even a sword immortal of the Star Sea Realm would be unable to control the natal flying sword to kill the demon emperor.

Of course, the archer monks also have weaknesses, their melee combat is not strong, if the speed of the arrow is not fast enough, the power of the explosion is naturally not strong enough, so each archer monk has his own strongest distance, which is a secret that only they know.

Of course, in order to protect such archery monks, they are usually guarded by close guards.

Su Ming walked forward against the wind and snow, he wanted to give it a try, since someone had laid out the fall, he wanted to see if he could kill a gap by eating these few seeds.

The black-armored monk watched Su Ming gallop towards his direction, and sneered, he was really stupid, his arrows had the strongest damage of two hundred meters, that is to say, within a distance of eight hundred to one thousand meters from him, it was the place where his strength was strongest, and now the distance between Su Ming and him, within this strongest distance, he could still shoot several arrows.

What's more, there is a yin boy by his side, even if he is really close, it is really not certain who kills whom.

"You're looking for death!"

Muttering softly, the Black-Armored Monk drew his bow and shot arrows again.

The snow-white arrows tore through the snow once more, aiming at the galloping figure.

The yin boy on the side frowned, the young man didn't seem to be ready to change his direction, and the ancient seal in his hand once again revealed the power of wind and snow, and blessed the arrow.

Looks like the arrow just now isn't strong enough!

The arrows were like rainbows, the speed was incomparably amazing, and the sound of tearing the wind and snow broke the sky in the blink of an eye, and Su Ming only moved forward a distance of less than ten meters.

Rumble!

The arrow hit the ground, blasting a huge deep pit, and an ancient tree around it directly turned into powder and melted into the snowstorm.

The huge force slammed into the fist intent around Su Ming's body, like a fist, and the whole person flew upside down, and a wisp of blood overflowed from his mouth.

Standing up straight, Su Ming felt a slight stinging pain in his eyebrows, he knew that there was an arrow in front of him aimed at his eyebrows, and the previous two arrows did not reveal real killing intent, so although they were powerful, they didn't really hurt his life.

After glancing, Su Ming turned around and ran in the other direction.

Looking at Su Ming, who was leaving in the direction of the plan, the black-armored demon cultivator put down the longbow in his hand, pouted and said, "It's still an acquaintance." ”

Yin Tong put away the ancient seal and said, "Let's go, the next thing is not our business." ”

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Inside Hongdu Province.

In the Qingwei Grass Hall, Ning Xian stood in the Patriarch Hall, looking up at the highest tablet at the top and was stunned.

A white-haired old man slowly walked into the ancestral hall, looking at these tablets standing here, " My Qingwei Thatched Cottage has been established for 800 years, the first generation of the ancestor is just a ten-story floor of the Qi practitioner, in this Jiannanzhou, although the sword cultivation that has just practiced the natal sword is countless, but it is not a few, but it is such an ordinary sword cultivator has laid the foundation of the 800-year history of Qingwei Caotang, Shizun is the second generation of the Qingwei Caotang's sect master, he completed the expectations of the ancestor, and walked to the realm of the earth immortals on the twelfth floor, the years are in a hurry, from the time I took over the Qingwei Caotang, it has been one hundred and seventy-three years, and I am also an old man who is almost four hundred years old。 ”

Ning Xian said softly: "Uncle Shi, I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Where is there any trouble, there is no trouble." ”

"Back then, the master went out of the mountain with a sword, because a demon clan killed a monk of the Tianji Sacred Palace, and then was killed by his elders, and an Earth Immortal True Monarch personally killed a Qi practitioner on the eleventh floor, this hatred I always have to calculate with the Heavenly Monarch of the Tianji Sacred Palace, the True Monarch of the Heavenly Scar Palace that day could have been immortal, but he was the disciple of that one, I couldn't help it. Ning Xian stood beside the old man and said softly.

The old man turned around and patted Ning Xian's shoulder gently, and said gently: "Although my Qingwei Caotang is not the top sect of the Immortal Family, but your uncle and I are also a Star Sea Realm Sword Immortal, my 'Thousand Picks' have not been out of the Qi Sea for many years, so I really think that I can't kill anyone?"

The old man slowly walked out of the ancestral hall, looking at the figures practicing swords in the grass hall, his face showed a look of remembrance, " The twelve states of the gods, the atmosphere of my Jiannan Prefecture is already the best, and the qi practitioners of many other continents will be more difficult, and there are a lot of dirty things in secret, our Jiannan Prefecture has been full of sword cultivation since ancient times, and the temper is relatively large, and many pickled things will be less, the rules of these 10,000 years seem to be strict, but they are also blessed with the growth of generation after generation, and now it is even more so in the past hundred years, when the old pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion personally took action, because of the matter of Liu Chen, Dao, Law, The Mo Sanjia did not abide by the rules, the old sword immortal personally asked the sword holy land, killed so many people, and the holy land that was killed was cold, such a move made countless sword cultivators in Jiannan Prefecture admire, so now most of the sword immortals on the mountain obey such rules, the higher the person stands, the more so, which makes the holy land monks in Jiannan Prefecture today dare not bully the small, and it is precisely because of this that those holy land heirs and wealthy nobles who come across the state will suppress a lot of arrogance, and now help us stop the sword cultivation of the Heavenly Monarch in the Holy Palace, which is the old sect master of the Nine Tribulations Sword Sect。 ”

Ning Xian bent down and bowed towards the ranking of the Ancestral Hall, got up, looked at the old man and said, "Uncle Shi, let's go with me." ”

The old man said slightly angrily: "Fart, I'm not dead yet, where is your turn, since Zhou Mi has stopped the Holy Palace Heavenly Monarch, there is no big deal, if he insists on making a move, it will be against the countless sword immortals on the mountain, I really think that the sword in my hand is for show, the battle in the same realm, or they personally hit the door, dead, who can blame it? If you are not convinced, I can personally ask the Sword Saint Palace, I want to see who in the Holy Palace will fight for him." ”

Ning Xian opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was blocked by the old man.

"Ning Xian, your kendo talent is very high, you are the first person in my Qingwei Grass Hall in eight hundred years, even Qingwei is a little less than you in terms of state of mind, if this point cannot be broken, the threshold of his trapped True Monarch Realm in this life will be for a long time. ”

The old man interrupted what Ning Xian wanted to say, looked at the monk below, and said softly.

Ning Xian also understood the old man's thoughts, and no longer insisted, they looked at the grass hall monk below together, and said: " Qingwei has been practicing, singing all the way, until now, he has been standing in front of everyone, even if he exchanged blows with the Tianjiao of the Holy Palace a few days ago, it was only one step back, it was not difficult for that one to defeat him, but the battle of life and death, the result was another matter, so his state of mind was very stable, he had not really seen the kind of Tianjiao who could break his state of mind and make him feel hopeless, I had seen that kind of unattainable kendo genius back then, when Liu Chen traveled to Jiannanzhou with a sword, he asked for twenty-seven swords, and a total of twenty-one Tianjiao were defeated, of which eighteen people were defeated by one sword, and two people took the second sword, only one person resisted his five swords, and I was one of the eighteen people！”

The old man said with a smile: "It's also a joke, except for the three people who took his sword back then, the three Dao hearts collapsed, and the remaining twelve people all entered the realm of earth immortals, and there are four people like you who are on the top of the fifteenth floor, and one of the two people who took the two swords sat on the first seat of the four peaks of the Taichu Holy Land, and the other fell in the Central Shenzhou, but the young sword cultivator who resisted the five swords and made Liu Chen unable to keep his hand has no news, which is a pity." ”

Ning Xian thought for a while and said, "That Liu Sanbian of the Sword Pavilion is also a peerless now, and Qingwei may not have a chance. ”

The old man shook his head and sighed: "It's not that every sword cultivator can pick up the sword heart again after seeing such a person, the three people who collapsed the Dao heart back then were all excellent sword embryos, if it was really for the sake of a perfect state of mind that caused the collapse of the Dao heart, I would rather he survive more on the fifteenth floor." ”

Ning Xian gently held the hilt of the sword on his waist, some things can only be truly understood by experiencing it in person, the sword never disappeared back then, it has always been in his heart, in order to be able to stand up again, he has been using his sword to sharpen the sword in his heart, until now, he has not completely erased the traces left by that sword, he thought about it, maybe only by crossing the fifteenth floor of the sky, he can really completely put it down, of course, this is not without benefits, he has been able to walk so steadily over the years, and it is precisely because of this that he is not sure of Lu Qingwei's results。

"Okay, don't talk about it so much, Helan Mountain and his party, you can take a trip, just take this opportunity to break through the realm, it's not a good place to be. After the old man finished speaking, he harnessed the sword light and flew into the sea of clouds.

Looking at the old man's departing figure, Ning Xian was thoughtful.

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