"Whew"

Wang Po exhaled a heavy breath, and the golden arrow that Zhao Mu'er casually summoned brought him great pressure. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info*/Please search for products & see the most complete and fastest updates

Looking at the floating gold bow in Zhao Mu'er's hand, Wang Po was very envious, the floating gold bow was Zhao Mu'er's bloodline, but it could be condensed into a horcrux, and the power it could exert was several times or even dozens of times that of ordinary horcruxes.

What's more, the floating gold bow is an ancient divine weapon

Knowing that this battle was inevitable, Zhao Mu'er didn't say anything more, she just said that she would let Wang Po go, but she just didn't want to kill anyone.

"Golden Eagle Chasing the Sun"

Zhao Mu'er let go of the bowstring, and the golden arrow that had been condensed for a long time turned into an eagle with wings spreading, and a long roar broke through the sky, stabbing at Wang Po's chest at an incredible speed.

Wang Po shouted, "It's good", and he slashed with a knife

Wang Poxiu is a tyrant sword, and each knife is pursuing the limit of strength, which is why he can break the sword formation formed by the girls with one sword before taking the phoenix blood.

People who cultivate the sword are indeed not good at being outnumbered, what they are good at is being strong when they are strong.

The golden arrows condensed by the floating gold bow can break through rocks and mountains, but they can't break Wang Po's knife.

"Smack"

Jin Mang exploded, Wang Po also took half a step back, he laughed, "Happy"

Wang Po raised his knife and walked forward, he strode forward, and with each step, the distance between him and Zhao Mu'er was close to one meter.

The golden arrow was broken, but Zhao Mu'er didn't care, in the face of Wang Po, who was getting closer and closer, she not only continued to pull the bowstring, but swung the floating gold bow forward.

"Smack"

The Sky Slashing Knife and the Floating Gold Bow collided together, Wang Po's eyes widened, and his overlord sword was actually resisted by the slender Zhao Mu'er.

If Wang Hao was present, he would definitely be surprised, two years ago, Zhao Mu'er had just awakened the floating golden bow, although his strength was strong, he was extremely bad at cautious fighting, even if he was an ordinary martial artist of the same realm, he could take down Zhao Mu'er in three moves in a close-range state.

But now, Zhao Mu'er has grown up to be able to compete with Wang Po, who cultivates the sword, in close quarters.

"Let me see how much strength you have"

Wang Po did not draw the knife and slash again, but pressed the strength of his arm into the blade, he was very sure that with the body of Zhao Mu'er's daughter, even if he could temporarily resist his attack, it would not last.

Wang Po's conjecture was correct, and in just a moment, the floating gold bow lowered.

Just when Wang Po thought he was going to succeed, Zhao Mu'er's wrist flicked, and the floating gold bow circled around the Sky Cutting Knife and returned to Zhao Mu'er's hand.

Zhao Mu'er calmly raised the floating gold bow and struck at Wang Po's chin.

"What a clever method" Wang Po praised in his heart, but the action in his hand was not slow at all, he stopped the falling knife in time and stabbed towards Zhao Mu'er's abdomen.

Wang Po didn't think about how to defend against Zhao Mu'er's attack, but threw the choice to the other party.

If Zhao Mu'er insisted on breaking Wang Po's jaw, the Sky Cutting Knife would easily penetrate her body.

This is a very simple choice, breaking the jaw is not fatal for a powerful martial artist, and it does not even affect the play of power, but being pierced by a sharp weapon is a serious injury.

Wang Po believes that anyone will make the right choice.

But in the next second, Wang Po was deeply shocked by Zhao Muer's behavior.

As if he hadn't seen the Heaven Slashing Knife stabbing at him, Zhao Mu'er injected more Yuan Force into the floating gold bow.

"Click" was the sound of Wang Po's jaw being shattered.

"Poof" This is the sound of Zhao Mu'er being penetrated through his body.

Wang Po endured the pain and turned the sky-cutting knife in his hand, and in an instant, a big hole appeared in Zhao Mu'er's body.

However, the scene of flesh and blood flying in Wang Po's imagination did not appear, only to see Zhao Mu'er's body become transparent, and finally turned into an ice sculpture.

"When did she escape?"

Wang Po was shocked in his heart, and then, he heard a piercing sound of breaking the air coming from behind him.

"Flash"

Wang Po activated his technique and rushed forward for a hundred meters, and behind him, ice crystals rose from the ground.

Turning around, Wang Po finally saw clearly that three hundred meters away, Zhao Mu'er was holding a floating gold bow with seven ice arrows on the bowstring.

"Fooled" Wang Po couldn't help but sigh in his heart, a distance of three hundred meters, for a martial artist with a divine bow, he could do too many things.

"Ice Arrow"

Seven ice arrows shot out at the same time, blocking all of Wang Po's dodging directions.

Wang Po took a deep breath, his expression was extremely solemn, if he wanted to kill Zhao Mu'er, he had to do everything possible to kill Zhao Mu'er's side again.

"Kill"

Wang Po took a step, and the ground under his feet immediately sank, and he jumped with explosive power, turning into an afterimage.

Wang Po's choice is correct, but it is not easy to get closer to Zhao Mu'er.

The seven ice arrows in the sky firmly locked on Wang Po's qi machine, and they changed the direction of flight at the moment when Wang Po changed his body.

Looking up at the flying ice arrows, Wang Po did not continue to dodge, he swung the sky-slashing knife in his hand, the sky-piercing sword, and smashed the seven ice arrows

The shattered ice arrows turned into countless ice powders and landed in front of Wang Po's body, and each ice powder would produce an ice flower on the ground.

The ice flower had thorns, and Wang Po was about to fly over directly, but he was shocked to find that the ice flowers were all over the ground, and they suddenly flew up.

Each ice flower has seven petals, and the petals are very thin, but they are extremely sharp.

The petals detached from the ice flower and rotated rapidly, enveloping Wang Po's figure.

"Oops"

The scene at this time was the most difficult for Wang Po to deal with, he did not have the martial arts skills that could sweep away thousands of troops.

"Rush over"

Wang Po gritted his teeth and forcibly rushed through the petals in the sky, and when he was still thirty meters away from Zhao Mu'er, he was covered with fine wounds.

Zhao Mu'er didn't seem to want to fight Wang Po again in close combat, so she tapped her feet and jumped backwards.

It was only at this time that Wang Po discovered that Zhao Mu'er's body was terrifyingly strong.

Zhao Mu'er is like a dragonfly in water, her body is soft but her speed is amazing, no matter how Wang Po speeds up the pace of his feet, at most he can barely maintain the distance between the two of them, which remains unchanged.

The bowstring of the floating gold bow was pulled up again, and there was no ice arrow condensing, but the icy cold wind was condensed.

"Storm Arrow"

The bowstring contracted, and the storm howled away, and in the raging wind, there were countless tiny frosts, each grain of frost was an arrow.

When the sisters of the same sect were fighting with Wang Po, Zhao Mu'er kept standing in place, not because of his indifferent temperament and regardless of the friendship between his teachers, but because he had been observing Wang Po's every move.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can win a hundred battles, since he knows that Wang Po is not good at being outnumbered, Zhao Mu'er magnified his shortcomings a hundred times.

A storm is the same as ten thousand arrows

Wang Po's eyes widened, but he was helpless, his body exploded into a blood mist, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Mu'er didn't collect the bow, if the first person in the Lingwu Realm only had such strength, it would really be in vain.

"It really fucking hurts"

Wang Po got up again, he ran the exercises, shattered all the ice crystals in his body, and he scolded and said: "I knew that this was the case, so I let the boy with the scar deal with this little girl."

He wiped the blood from his face and shouted to Zhao Mu'er: "Little lady, hold on to Lao Tzu's shortcomings, and bully people."

Zhao Mu'er didn't speak, the battle of life and death is incompatible, where is there morality at all.

"Phew" Wang Po spit out the bloody phlegm in his throat, "It seems that if you don't show some real skills, you won't be able to."

He bit the tip of his tongue, forced out the essence of blood, and swallowed it into his abdomen.

On Wang Po's body, black lines appeared, and the black lines condensed to form a peculiar pattern.

These patterns are the words of the demons.

"Condensation"

Wang Po shouted violently, and the surface of his body was suddenly entangled by demonic qi, and the demonic qi began to attach along the pattern, and the heaviest condensed into a set of heavy armor.

Wang Po's whole body was wrapped in heavy armor, and even a pair of eyes were protected by special mechanisms.

"I'm not afraid of you now"

Wang Po smiled and strode towards Zhao Mu'er, Zhao Mu'er frowned slightly, and drew his bow again.

It was another storm, but the frost in the storm could not pierce the heavy armor on Wang Po's body, and could only make the sound of hail smashing iron.

Zhao Mu'er condensed golden arrows, which could pierce armor and break armor, but was smashed by Wang Po with a knife.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and Zhao Mu'er is ready to distance himself again.

"If you hide again, I will kill your sisters one by one."

Wang Po said very calmly, but his tone was categorical, Zhao Mu'er glanced at the seriously injured twelve girls, stood in place, and did not hide anymore.

"That's right"

Wang Po laughed and waved his knife, the sword broke through the sky, with boundless domineering, wanting to tear Zhao Mu'er to pieces.

In a pitch-black cave, the left protector was on the ground, smearing a circle with blood.

Each of the four corners of the circle lit a candle, and the flames dancing on the candle were cyan and extremely strange.

The left protector recited the formula, and there was a strong demonic aura, emerging from the formation, and then, a demon with only a head appeared in front of the left protector.

The left protector immediately knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Lord Li Weidan"

This head is the demon king Li Weidan who escaped from the dream after being defeated by Wang Hao, the life of the demon king is tenacious, although there is only a head left, but he can still live.

Unwilling to fail, Li Weidan secretly planned a conspiracy, preparing to one day, return to his dream and break the seal of the abyss.

"How's it going?"

Zuo Protector replied: "I have already sent Wang Po to assassinate Zhao Mu'er, as for Liu Lang's side, it is handed over to Scar to deal with, these two people are strong and can guarantee the completion of the task." ”

"Scar is dead."

Li Weidan's voice was calm, but it surprised Zuo Protector.

"Scar's ability is just enough to restrain Liu Lang, how can he lose"

Li Weidan sneered: "Of course he will lose, because this king is also defeated in the hands of that kid"

Zuo Protector didn't dare to interject, and at this time, he suddenly found that the formation was activated again, and another figure appeared next to Li Weidan.

"Right Protector"

ag：

...