Updated: 2013-12-21

Chapter 916, Nagarjuna died in battle!

When we encounter some extreme scenarios, we tend to be speechless.

The waves crash on the shore, the snow is thousands of miles, the maple leaves all over the mountains, the rainbow in the sky, or the smiling face of the child.

There is a limit to the words created by human beings, and there is no limit to time, space, and beauty.

The old witch's descent speed has been achieved to the extreme, and the bearded man's arrow speed has also been achieved to the extreme.

This extreme gives rise to beauty.

Whether it is the action of the old witch descending, or the bow and arrow shot by the beard, it makes people feel beautiful.

The three bows and arrows that had been shot out of the first round seemed to be living works of art, and they flew one after another, blocking the old witch's fall in a perfect attack formation.

Unless she deviates from course, she will be pierced by any or all three of these arrows.

Nagarjuna is an extremely proud man, a demigod-level figure. How could she possibly choose to escape?

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, indicating that she was already angry.

Her falling speed remained the same, but her body was reversed one hundred and eighty degrees.

Originally, it was with the feet in front, but now it has become the head in front of it, and it is falling upside down. She stretched out her yellow, well-maintained right hand, ready to grab the swift bow and arrow.

How can the carving insect skill hurt people?

Sou!

The first arrow fell in her hand.

The feathered arrow did not struggle at all, and was docile like a little lamb that saw its master.

Nagarjuna smiled at the corners of his mouth, and things were exactly as he imagined.

The second arrow came, and she held out her right hand again.

Bang!

This feathered arrow is more powerful and has a stronger impact.

She felt her palms tingle, but that didn't affect anything.

Bang -

The third arrow went into her palm before she was ready.

Why is it that you are not prepared?

Because she took the initiative to 'fish' the first two arrows, the first arrow was grasped steadily, and then the second arrow was grasped. Each arrow gives her a mental preparation, a buffer time.

It's a gesture of control. It's the same as her state of life.

However, the third arrow is not the same.

After she grabbed the second arrow, she was still feeling the concussion and some damage caused by the arrow, and the third arrow was a little impatient.

She had to reach out again. If she doesn't reach out and grab it, the mischievous ghost will burrow into her body and do whatever it takes.

She doesn't like hard stick-like objects. Never needed.

Therefore, the third time I reached out a little hurriedly, and a little reluctantly.

Who likes to be in a hurry? The old witch didn't like the third arrow either.

She didn't like the arrow, it was still in the palm of her hand.

This arrow is very different from the first two. The first arrow is the lightest and the slowest. It's strong, but it's easy to get used to.

The second arrow is faster and more powerful than the first. While you're just getting used to the speed and strength of the first arrow, the second arrow will be a little uncomfortable. It may even cause you some minor trouble.

Of course, Nagarjuna is not an ordinary person, so such trouble is not a problem for her at all.

But the third arrow is a headache. It was the fastest and most violent, and it pierced silently, with the momentum and ambition to destroy the world, and slammed into Nagarjuna's palm and the other two bows and arrows in her palm.

It is a shot in the arm and a catalyst, and under its effect, the other two bows and arrows that have lost their 'life' are also activated again.

They crowded and rubbed against each other, making Nagarjuna feel like his palms were being burned by fire, as if they were about to be blown away.

Nagarjuna then realized that he had been deceived by that big, honest-looking man.

His archery is not as simple as it seems, and there is another mystery inside.

Nagarjuna guessed correctly, these three arrows are called 'brotherly concentric arrows'. The first arrow is the elder brother, who is stable and generous, and the most courageous, as the leader. The second arrow is the second brother, who is smart and intelligent, and has some cautious eyes compared with the boss. The third arrow is the younger brother, who is clever and naughty, but has a violent personality, likes to be naughty and mischievous, and can easily cause trouble to others.

Among the three brothers, the younger brother is the fastest and the most fierce. The second is second. The boss is the weakest. The boss uses that loyal and honest face to deceive, the second child makes people give up their vigilance, which is actually a deception, and the third child is not polite to people, and he doesn't say hello or tear his face and move people seriously.

However, in this case, why did the three arrows go together, the boss arrives first, and the fastest and most violent third arrives last?

This is the technique of pulling strings.

The eldest uses chords, the second uses pressing strings, and the third uses sharp strings, and although it seems that they are shot out at the same time, they have a distinct departure sequence and flight trajectory.

Of course, this change is difficult to discern with the naked eye. Even if you can see it, how can you understand that just a simple bow drawing action has so many techniques as playing a lute?

Nagarjuna sensed the danger.

For the first time in my life, I felt the danger.

By this time, she was about to land on top of the bearded body.

The bearded man shot the fourth arrow.

If you have brothers, how can you not have parents?

Yes, the fourth arrow is the 'mother arrow' of the three brothers. The four arrows are collectively called 'child and mother arrows'.

Of course, Tang Chong once joked that this was 'son and mother'. Because he felt that each of these four arrows was quite cheap, and it was easy for people to fall into the Gu. And with four arrows at once, even if you know that you have been deceived, there is no way to escape. If you want to run, you may have a ringing feather arrow stuck in the back of your heart.

If you choose to face it at the beginning, you must face it to the end.

The bearded man had already figured out Nagarjuna's mentality, and he knew that she wouldn't choose to avoid it.

The fourth arrow is like an old woman with no grace, mediocre speed and mediocre strength. No fancy movements, no loud cries, not even anything new and eye-catching—any Orion could shoot such an arrow.

Yes, this is the most mundane arrow.

It is also the simplest and most direct way for a bearded man to train hard for decades - direct shooting.

Nagarjuna was a knowledgeable person, and she was shocked by this arrow, and her mind was confused.

Her left hand, which had been holding the law, was finally released, and her right hand, which was holding the three arrows, was also emptied.

She clasped her hands together, ready to use the power of both hands to deliver the fourth arrow to the next.

She still insisted on carrying it hard.

She didn't want to back down, she didn't want to be forced to back down by this man.

You see, what a proud woman.

Sou!

She caught the arrow between her hands.

It's easy to feel, which makes her have a momentary illusion: Could it be that she is wrong?

Soon, she knew the difference between this arrow and the other three.

Because, she can't keep it.

Why is it still moving forward when it's clamped in the palm of your hand?

Nagarjuna was shocked to find that her two palms had been severed from the middle, which was where the bow and arrow had the most direct contact.

Ten fingers fell, and she could see their trajectory in the air.

She didn't feel pain, she didn't feel spicy, she didn't feel anything.

It's too fast.

The arrow was too fast, too sharp.

By the time it severed the human organs, the pain had not yet reached the nerves of the brain.

Sou!

It burrowed into its chest, and it couldn't hold it.

Sou!

It passes through the thick trunk of the tree, and the trunk can't hold it.

It flew high into the air, into the distance that no one knew.

It is like a prodigal son, looking for a homeland far away.

It disappeared as if it had never been.

"It's better if there is never too much of it."

Nagarjuna looked at the bloody hole in his chest, his pupils dilated in disbelief.

After a long time, he let out a deep sigh.

She walked to a big tree and sat cross-legged in the snow, her two bloody palms together, her eyes closed, and she recited Sanskrit.

Soon, the sound stopped, and her body sat stiffly, and there was no more sound.

Nagarjuna died in battle!

The bearded man got up from the ground and looked at the place where Nagarjuna had passed away, with a hint of respect in his eyes.

She was the strongest master he had ever met. He respects her.

Then, he pounced and groped in Nagarjuna's arms.

This old witch must have a lot of good things on her, and she can't be cheap to others.

Who kills the boss who picks up money and equipment, haven't you played the game? ――

When the enemy meets, he is very red-eyed. Tang Zhong looked at Dong Xiaobao and his eyes were red all night.

He had never hated a man so much, never. Now he is like a demon who has lost his mind, and like a pile of gunpowder about to explode.

He needs to vent!

He needs to kill!

Now that he has the opportunity to kill people and relieve his hatred, how can he give up this opportunity?

He rushed behind Dong Xiaobao and smashed his head with a punch.

Tang Chong shot out with hatred, if this punch could be hit, Dong Xiaobao's head would be like a watermelon hit by the gravity of a hammer, and red and white things would splash everywhere.

Dong Xiaobao was still facing away from him, and he didn't have time to turn around at all.

"Die." Tang shouted through gritted teeth. Death can only be forgiven, and this is the only way to solve the problem.

Dong Xiaobao felt the danger, he felt the coolness behind his body and the murderous intent of the irritating person's hair standing on end.

He was desperate!

He endured humiliation and greeted people with a smile on his face, pretending that he had no grudges with Tang Chong, and he took great pains to use all the available people to lay this net. He was one step away from success, and he had almost laid the foundation for the win.

However, things have changed since Dong Bodhi came. Until all the advantages collapsed in an instant, until his life was in danger.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening?

"I'm not convinced." Dong Xiaobao roared in his heart.