[Chapter 83: The Second Assassination!]

Feeling the sound of tearing the wind, the light blue aura luster flashed on Wang Feng's palm, and a terrifying destructive force spread to every inch of Wang Feng's skin in an instant.

"Catch!"

Wang Feng's body shone brightly, his palm waved, and he rose with a wave of rolling storms, his speed was extremely fast, and he only felt that the thing in front of him was a flower, and the black iron feather arrow was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand with great strength.

A crushing force also burst out fiercely in the central part of the palm, and the terrifying strength burst out, and when the skin and flesh of the palm rubbed together, the black iron feather arrow turned into dust and powder.

"Your assassination has begun, this is already the second wave, if you try to escape. will be killed by the angry Uncle Lin, and then after investigating your identity, destroy the Nine Clans!" Wang Feng turned around and saw the figure of the demon who wanted to escape, his mouth and flesh squirmed slightly, and a voice sounded softly.

However, the demon's body stiffened suddenly, and he slowly turned around, his face looked extremely sluggish and panicked, but in the deepest part of the disguised sluggishness and panic, Wang Feng still saw some hidden joy.

At this moment, there is a wind behind it!

Wang Feng's pupils contracted, and a subconscious punch burst out violently, with amazing power, which made the black short arrow that hit Wang Feng's back shatter, and some redundant feathers slowly fluttered down with the fluctuation of the air.

"Squeak ......"

When the corners of Wang Feng's mouth hooked a trace of frivolous arc, and there was a sound of slow friction between a short arrow and a long bow behind him, he couldn't help but turn around to see a huge long arrow firmly locking itself.

The long arrow is a little peculiar, usually about three zhang long feathers, but the feathers on this long arrow are much deeper than the usual long arrow, the tip of the long arrow is a little sharp and sharp, permeated with a cold light.

"I still have to thank you, after putting me back this time, it made me comprehend the super meaning of the three arrows of the Spirit Xuan in this anxious half a month, so that I stepped directly into the small innate realm, and then, you will die!"

The long arrow on the longbow jumped slightly, and it was extremely strange that between the pauses with the demon's narration, it exuded a fierce arrow intent with the tide, a faint blue luster, and a fierce wind appeared!

"In that case, then I'll ask for advice!"

Wang Feng was slightly stunned, looking at the demon holding the long arrow, his mouth moved, but he finally didn't break the big news that he had been promoted to the innate level, and his mouth was still as usual, full of plainness and elegance.

"Hard mouth!"

The demon spirit saw Wang Feng's indifferent voice, and there was a fierce look in his eyes, and then, a terrifying wave surged out of his body, and behind the fierce aura, the slightest silk thread outlined the brilliance of evil intent!

That's the Innate Body!

"Interesting, you are about to comprehend your innate body!" Seeing the figure outlined by those golden-colored silk threads, Wang Feng was stunned at the same time, and his face gradually became slightly solemn.

Indeed, the difference between an innate martial artist with an innate body and an innate martial artist without an innate body is like a tiger with extremely sharp teeth and a cub without teeth, and the difference between them is simply indescribable!

"Accept the judgment of fate, and fall under this eternal arrow!"

Looking at the young man who was as indifferent as the breeze, the demon suddenly shook his head, shouted angrily, and the strength of his body gushed out like a tide......

The fluctuation of this terrifying aura was incomparably strong, Wang Feng's eyes widened slightly, and suddenly in the color of this long arrow, he smelled four breaths that made him all a little throbbing, sharp, terrifying, furious, and indestructible!

The power in an instant made Wang Feng feel that his heart was about to stagnate, and immediately, the look in his eyes beating, and under the fierce arrow intent, he felt that he couldn't dodge!

"Sure enough, I have some skills, but the same is true of skills, and I can't set off any particularly huge waves!"

Wang Feng smiled compassionately, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and the aura in the surrounding space also fluctuated wildly, and as soon as his palm moved, the blood-colored Shura Demon Slaying Spear also appeared in his palm, and the palm was rioting, and Ling Rui's gun intent pointed straight at the void!

A little fluctuation of magic power swept out from the spear, and the tip of the spear emitted a spiritual jump, a wave that tore through the void, showing it to the extreme, and the feeling of shattering was like a thunderous explosion!

The spear on Wang Feng's palm rotated, and the dazzling light also burst out obliquely, and the sharp fluctuations that emanated, even the somewhat dizzy demon felt a throbbing feeling deeply, as if there was no possibility of activity under the spear!

"Pretending to be a ghost, I want to see what kind of power your spirit treasure is!"

The demon's roar of violent resentment was like a thunderclap in the sky, and he also moved his palm quickly, and above the longbow, a rare green color was also attached to the long arrow.

"Slash the Thunder Arrow!"

The latter roared with thunder, and the sound of fluctuations like thunder and lightning sounded in the space, and when he looked up, thunder and lightning were also intertwined in the void, and terrible fluctuations emanated straight from the long bow of the demon.

"What a big deal!"

Wang Feng sighed, his eyes showed a hint of amazement, and then the corners of his mouth hooked, the extremely white light flickered, and the Shura Demon Killing Spear on the palm of his hand also surged with a blood-red fluctuation, and the body of the spear seemed to tremble happily because he felt the prelude to killing, and the sound of a devil's terrible roar was also faintly emanating from the spear.

"This is not martial arts, it's a marksmanship I created, his name is Barren Heaven and Earth Marksmanship!" Wang Feng looked coldly at the longbow that was drawn, stroked the faint blood stains on the spear in his palm, and said slowly.

"Shoot!"

The demon roared wildly, the light on the palm of his hand vibrated greatly, and the flowing power gathered, and the sharp fluctuations on the spear also turned into a spatial oppression, and suddenly spread out in the space!

Looking at the black short arrow that struck, the corners of Wang Feng's mouth were slightly hooked, and the tip of the Shura Demon Killing Spear rubbed against the ground, bringing a little bit of pulsing fire and piercing noise, turning into a black shadow and quickly swept away!

The pinnacle battle between the two is about to start!