"It is worthy of being the Night Emperor of the Yin and Yang Family!"

"It is worthy of being the arrow king of Shushan!"

Two sharp eyes collided in one place, as if two thunderbolts suddenly exploded between this boundless heaven and earth, and the mountains and rivers on this side were shocked!

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Between the empty mountains and rivers, countless birds and beasts suddenly startled, one by one ancient trees swayed slightly, and the birds that flew out during the period did not know how to continue, and the feathers that fell between them were more like winter flotsam.

"Even if you know who I am, I won't be caught quickly!"

"Xie Cangyu, the first disciple of the last generation of Ziwei priests, you can indeed be counted as one of the best among the younger generation of disciples in Shushan, yet! If you want to tie your hands down...... You don't deserve it yet! ”

Slowly stretched out a finger, shook it slightly frivolously, and straightened his waist, his left hand behind his back, but his eyes were like eagles and falcons, and he locked the three cold feather arrows intently.

The three feather arrows were clasped between the fingers of his left hand, but the fist of his right hand was tightened more and more, and the rough skin in his palm made a fine friction sound with the fine jade.

Every arrow is a no-brainer, but today Xie Cangyu found that the pair of eyes a hundred steps away actually lost his crosshairs.

What kind of person is he, no! It can be said that such a gaze is already not something that one person can have.

Through the pitch-black pupils, Xie Cangyu saw an endless sea of blood, the blood waves were surging endlessly, what kind of martial artist could have such a strong blood qi!

Xie Cangyu knocked his eyes slightly, but the pair of eyes full of this sea of blood lingered in his mind.

Suddenly, the tip of Xie Cangyu's nose twitched slightly, and a fishy smell poured into his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already in a sea of blood, like a fist-sized bubble around him, and then burst.

I wanted to move forward but found that my feet had fallen deep into this red blood swamp, and I wanted to raise my hands, but I found that my arms seemed to be tied to a 10,000-pound boulder, and even moving my fingers had to exert all the strength of my body.

"I ...... Am I not in Shushan again? …… I'm not supposed to confront the people of the Yin and Yang family...... How did you suddenly come here! ”

Deep in his heart, Xie Cangyu let out a sharp cry, but when he woke up, he found that he hadn't been able to make even the slightest sound.

Between the opening and closing of his lips, his throat seemed to become a hollow, and the endless cold poured into his body, followed by the incomparably thick blood, which fiercely blocked his throat, and the stench and saltiness of it poured into his chest!

The speed doesn't seem to be fast, just so slowly, slowly, like a frog boiled in warm water, and like a collar around your neck, it is tightening little by little, draining his will little by little, and devouring his life little by little.

Suddenly, the whole sky was dark, and when I looked up, the rolling red clouds seemed to dissipate in an instant, and were replaced by a pair of pale blue eyes, like a thousand-year-old ice spring, which instantly washed away the suffocating blood qi.

"Let him go......"

Four words, but like the most beautiful notes in the world, the endless blood color gradually receded like a tide, and this side of the world was restored to its original appearance.

The mountains are still so green, the water is still so clear, but I don't know when a light rain has fallen in the sky, and the rain in late autumn is bone-chilling!

When he returned to the world, Xie Cangyu's first touch was the seeping coldness on his neck, and a cold and shining sword blade was pointing directly at his throat!

One inch! Only a short inch! You will be in a different place.

In front of him, there were two figures, one was uninhibited, and the other was beautiful and dusty.

"You-!" Xie Cangyu's eyes suddenly widened as if they were about to protrude, and he couldn't accept the qiē in front of him. The ground was full of Shushan disciples who had lost their combat power, but he was just standing here stunned, the treasure carving bow that he was proud of fell to the ground at some point, and there were three delicate three-edged feather arrows lying quietly at his feet.

"I said that if I want this seat to be restrained, I will be captured...... You don't deserve it yet! With a flick of his sleeves, Yan Hong strode forward with his long sword behind him, as if he didn't care at all about leaving his back to one of the best archers in the world. Why save me? Looking at the purple-haired girl who was away together, Xie Cangyu asked loudly, that pale blue gaze, he was confident that he would not be mistaken, he believed that this girl was rescued from the boundless sea of blood.

Shao Si ordered her steps to pause, her soft long hair was picked up by the wind, and the dripping rain was sprinkled between the ends of her hair so casually, adding a touch of hazy to her original pure beauty, "Sue me ......!" ”

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Between the lightning and flint, the bowstring collapsed rapidly, and three feathered arrows quickly came out, and the divine arrows were killing the soul.

There were too many doubts, so that Xie Cangyu had to leave them behind, at least the purple-haired girl, and he tasted a hint of familiarity in her gaze.

However, in the next second, he was shocked again by what he saw, between the water and the sky, a series of soft green leaves appeared out of thin air, slowly condensing into a ring, and at the moment when the three feather arrows passed through the ring, the ring turned into a lock, and in an instant, the sharp arrow was broken at the waist!

The green leaves were gone, and the three mutilated feathered arrows lay there quietly, completely lifeless as if they were dead.

At this moment, Xie Cangyu suddenly felt a heavy feeling in his heart, and the suffocating feeling that had just disappeared came to his heart again, his eyes drooped slightly, looking at the neat incision of the arrow body, he smiled, but the smile was so bitter.

Holding his shoulders with both hands, he squatted down slowly, squatting next to the 'dead' arrow, like a child who had fallen into a lost path, and there seemed to be a trace of remembrance in the endless confusion.

At the age of seven, he had a bow for the first time, and his path was sealed ever since.

At the age of ten, he hit the bull's-eye fifty paces away, and Master smiled.

At the age of eighteen, he hit the bull's-eye at 100 years, but Master just shook his head.

"Your arrow is dead...... "What Master once said rang in his mind again.

If the arrow is dead, how can the arrow live, and how can the dead live?

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On the mountain road, Shao Siming and Yan Hong walked side by side. All the way. It is all the way of blood, all the way of rain, and I don't know how many disabled Shushan disciples are wailing on the mountain road.

In front of them, there were seven more people, slowly walking towards them.

"Yuan Bei, do you want to be like them?" Yan Hong was sarcastic.

The first person is called Yuan Bei, the confidant of the priest of Ziwei, but Yan Hong still remembers.

"The only way to pay off the blood debt is to use blood!" The seven people scattered and hid in formation.

"It's a pity that your sword isn't sharp enough!"

In the rain, the sword rises again.