The cultivation of Arrow Nine is at the eighth order of perfection, and under the burning of the primordial god, it can burst out with the invincible strength of the eighth order.

Further up, breaking through that layer of ceiling, is the power to strike at the saint, to a certain extent, an attack that reaches this level is no different from the saint's own attack.

Wang Xu was waiting, waiting for the ninth arrow to charge up and shoot the incomparable sixth arrow, and he also wanted to see where his limit was.

His eight or nine Xuangong has reached the realm of Dacheng for a long time, and he has not been able to enter the realm of perfection for a long time.

As the joint force of the three purities, he visualized the true body of Pangu in the dark and deduced the supreme magic method of performance.

Theoretically, the eight or nine Xuangong of the consummation stage forged a physical body comparable to an innate treasure, which is enough to compete with a saint.

Wang Xu wanted to know if he could practice his divine skills to perfection, if he could touch the threshold of the Tao with strength.

This is very difficult, after the miracle is completed, no matter how hard Wang Xu tries, there is no movement in the eight or nine Xuangong.

It is not a question of whether to cultivate or not, at this point, penance is no longer useful, and what is needed to break through is not penance but an opportunity.

Wang Xu felt that he had been unable to break through for a long time, perhaps because the pressure was not enough, the eight or nine Xuangong was a magic method of fighting, advocating that war should be used to nourish war, and there was a great terror between life and death, this kind of terror was both killing and robbery, and it might be able to help him.

"Wang Xu!"

The arrow and the nine bows are like a full moon, and in a few breaths, he has stepped from youth to middle age, and then from middle age to old age, and has become an old man who is dying.

The longevity of the Da Luo monk is boundless, and the quasi-saint is even more so, and the nine arrows are quasi-saint consummation monks, and it stands to reason that the years are not enough to leave traces on him.

But now, he has become old, and there is only one explanation to describe this phenomenon, and that is that the burning spirit has shaken the foundation.

"Yes, that's good!"

Looking at the cold light on the tip of the arrow and feeling the palpitations in his heart, Wang Xu nodded with satisfaction.

Arrow Nine's sixth arrow brought him a threat of death, and he had a hunch that if Arrow Nine continued to charge, he would not be sure to take this arrow.

However, instead of interrupting Arrow Nine's charge, he smiled, enjoying the palpitations that this arrow brought him.

Isn't it a bit perverted?

Wang Xu was also a little ridiculous, but he really enjoyed it, he didn't know how long it had been, and he hadn't felt this way.

Back then, when he was still a small person, he used the shuttle door to break through the worlds, and every time he came, he was terrified.

Later, as his strength grew, his strength became stronger and stronger, and his self-confidence became stronger and stronger, and he grew from a small mole ant to a marching ant, and he would never be trampled to death at will.

Since then, he has become stronger and more calm, and he can no longer feel the horror of life and death.

Over the years of being stuck in eight or nine Xuangong, Wang Xu has also asked himself what makes it difficult for him to advance.

There was no answer, but he guessed that it might have something to do with his own comfort.

Arrow Nine is still accumulating, one breath, five breaths, ten breaths...

The longer the charge lasts, the higher the level of threat Wang Xu feels.

Although he can interrupt this charge and make Arrow Nine's momentum incomplete, so as to win the match.

But he didn't do that, it was easy to defeat Arrow Nine, the difficulty was to find someone who would let him play against his opponent.

Although Arrow Nine is still a little worse in Wang Xu's opinion, he is not much worse after all, and he is a good whetstone.

Fifteen breaths!

Arrow Nine's body began to collapse, and the momentum reached perfection, and the sixth arrow had reached the point where it had to be fired.

Wang Xu could see that Arrow Nine's mastery of the sixth arrow was not enough, and to this extent, it was already the limit of what he could do.

"Catch the arrow!"

Arrow Nine also knew his situation, and when his momentum reached its peak, he let go of his hand, and the feather arrow burst out.

This arrow is indescribable.

It seemed to be flying very slowly, and Wang Xu could even see that the feathers of the feather arrow were trembling slightly.

It is very ordinary, does not carry any might, does not look like an arrow shot by a marksman, but like a beginner's Handan toddler.

Wang Xu had the illusion that there were too many flaws in this arrow, and he could crack it easily.

But when he acted, he found that it was not a good thing to have too many flaws, and for a while he couldn't discern which flaw could make him more meritorious.

If you look closely, these so-called flaws seem to be not flaws but traps, like hooks that hang bait and stick into the fish pond, just waiting for him to take the bait.

You can't fight hard, you have to dodge this arrow.

How to hide?

Wang Xu made another difficulty, he should probably dodge to the right, this arrow shot at his heart, just need to shake it to the right slightly, he should be able to dodge this arrow.

No, no, no, he should have dodged to the left, this arrow came so slowly, he only needed to turn slightly to the left to dodge this arrow.

No, it didn't seem to work left or right, he should have jumped on the spot and avoided the arrow.

It doesn't seem right, what should I do?

"Medium!"

Under the gaze of the onlookers, Wang Xu just stood there stunned, as if he was stupid.

The arrow flashed, and he didn't react at all, and was instantly hit by a feather arrow in the chest.

Boom!!

Just like being hit by the wooden hammer of a siege vehicle, with severe pain, Wang Xu flew upside down.

"What's the matter, such a slow arrow, he didn't react?"

"It's very strange, I think even if I go up, I can dodge this arrow."

"Shady, there must be shady, this must be a fake fight, it has been arranged a long time ago!"

"Get down, we don't want to watch the actors, we want to watch the real competition."

The audience was excited and unanimously condemned Wang Xu.

Wang Xu was in mid-air, and the words around him were in his ears, and only then did he react and wake up: "The arrow that must be hit, it turns out that this arrow can't be dodged at all!" ”

Boom!!

Wang Xu fell heavily to the ground, the feather arrow nailed to his chest, and golden blood flowed out.

One second, five seconds, ten seconds...

He lay there motionless, as if he were dead.

On the other side, Arrow Nine knelt on one knee and held the longbow with his hand to keep himself from falling.

"He's supposed to be dead, right?"

Jian Jiu was panting and sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"It must be dead, I consumed eighty percent of the primordial gods, and I shot this arrow at the risk of my soul being scattered, and there is no reason for him to be spared."

Arrow Nine trusted his own judgment, this was his pinnacle arrow, and he was confident that no one under the saint would be able to stop it.

Even the saint is here, and he has to frown in the face of this arrow, and he doesn't dare to take it lightly.

No matter what Wang Xu says, he is also a quasi-saint, not a saint, there is no reason to survive after being poured into the chest with an arrow, and his vitality may have been destroyed by his own arrow intent long ago.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds...

Half a minute later, the referee couldn't sit still, and couldn't help but fly down and land next to Wang Xu, wanting to see if he was alive or dead.

In his eyes, Wang Xu was lying quietly on the ground, smiling and opening his eyes, like a little girl selling nuclear bombs, who detonated a nuclear bomb before she died, so that the whole village could see her grandmother.

"Hey, are you dead?" The referee was a little hairy by Wang Xu's smile.

Wang Xu's eyes rolled, his gaze fell on the referee, and the smile on his face became stronger for a while.

Seeing that Wang Xu was not dead, the referee had a feeling of being fooled, and said angrily: "If you don't die, get up and play, or simply admit defeat." ”

Sou!!

Wang Xu stood up straight, just like a corpse, appearing in everyone's sight.

The crowd of onlookers were taken aback, not to mention the arrow nine who was the party concerned.

"You're dead!" Jian Jiu's face was incredulous, and he didn't believe that Wang Xu was still alive.

Wang Xu's eyes wandered, first at Jian Jiu, and then at his chest.

There was also a golden feather arrow stuck in his chest, and the feather arrow went into the flesh for three points, and it almost shot into his heart.

It's a pity that this point is a world of difference.

The sixth arrow of Arrow Nine is powerful, but the more powerful is the Eight or Nine Xuangong.

That arrow seemed to be ordinary, but in fact, the skill was close to the Dao, and it was definitely comparable to a saint's blow.

But just like that, the arrow, after piercing his chest, was still caught in the contracted ribs, preventing it from reaching his heart.

As a direct consequence, the arrow hurt him, but it wasn't enough to kill him.

"Sure enough, with my Dacheng Eight or Nine Xuan Gong, the saint doesn't want to kill me casually, let alone the arrow nine that can only burst out with a single blow from the saint!" Wang Xu smiled very brightly, and then, his eyes fell on Jian Jiu, and he whispered: "I'm not dead, you should die!" ”