The sky and the earth were swallowed by thousands of sharp rays, and the vision could not be seen clearly, and only countless sharp metal collisions could be heard.

The thousand and seventy-two sharp edges that Wu Jian stabbed with his sword blocked most of the darts, but Wu Jian's "Thousand Stars Flying Rain" was still slightly weaker than Ziying's "Thousand Feathers", and the number of attacks was also less. Therefore, there were still more than 100 darts that passed through the "Thousand Stars Flying Rain" and shot towards Wu Jian.

Helpless, Wu Jian had no choice but to swing his sword and resist with his blade. Wu Jian's left hand rotated the blade at a very fast speed, the blade rotated at high speed like a windmill, and the ultra-fast speed seemed to be a shield without gaps, blocking all the darts that were shot, and the darts were knocked away by the rotating blades and fell into the surrounding ground, and the darts pierced into the ground, like the sharpest needles inserted into the soft tofu, and the darts instantly pierced into the depths of the ground, leaving only bottomless holes in the ground. If someone measures it with a ruler, each hole is more than 1,000 meters deep.

Ziying's "Thousand Feathers" were all blocked, Wu Jian held the blade, his breathing gradually became undulating, and then looking at the blue edge on the blade, it also became pitted, with small gaps, as if it had been bitten by insects and ants.

Since the beginning of the attack, Yang Ming and the others have been opening their mouths in horror, and their little faces seem to have frozen, watching the duel between Wu Jian and Ziying in a daze.

They did not dare to speak or move, but could only maintain this stiff posture, carefully gasping and watching.

Ziying's eyes moved slightly, his gaze moved downward, looking at the diamond-like blade in Wu Jian's hand, and said, "Oh, it turned out to be Pangu Mirror, Qianhong, I haven't seen you swinging your sword for a long time, I really miss it." ”

Thinking of nostalgia, Ziying's eyes quickly showed indifference again, and said, "Since you have shown a thousand rainbows, then I will also show my mirror." ”

"Star Shift!"

Reading in her heart, Ziying opened her hands, and in an instant, a dazzling light lit up between her hands, and after the light froze, a star-shaped strange mirror appeared.

Looking at this mirror, Wu Jian's face froze, and a drop of cold sweat instantly dripped down from his forehead, "It's not good, this is her Pangu Mirror, Star Shift." ”

In the sky, Ziying urged the Pangu Mirror, the stars moved, and chanted: "Drift away, the stars move." ”

As soon as the words fell, the mirror in Ziying's hand suddenly flashed, and it was shattered! It was like hoarfrost blown by the wind, flying in the air.

Immediately, the countless scattered fragments were scattered in the air, like dew in the early morning, suspended in the air around Wu Jian, Yang Ming and others, faintly enveloping everyone.

Yang Ming looked at the fragments of mirrors floating in the surrounding air in surprise, in the sunlight, twinkling and shining, as if the sky was full of stars falling, and like countless gems competing for brilliance, so exquisite and exquisite, the whole space was embellished like a fairyland.

However, in such a beautiful and wonderful situation, Wu Jian's face was extremely gloomy.

He had seen Ziying perform this trick many times, and naturally he knew very well how powerful this trick was, and now they were surrounded by countless lenses, as if they had fallen into a prison and had become Ziying's live target.

This trick is called "Prison of the Dead God", and even if the god enters this prison, he will not be able to escape death.

Yuanchen's eyes widened, as if he had seen a rare curiosity in the world, he licked his tongue, and said intoxicatedly: "Hahaha, this is the legend that even gods can be shot down by the 'Death God Prison'! This is not something anyone can have the opportunity to see, today I am going to open my eyes, it is really worth it, I can actually see the famous skills of the two famous generals of Tiance, Wu Jian's 'Thousand Blows', Ziying's 'Death God Prison', hahaha......"

In that year, Wu Jian relied on his two famous skills, "One Moment" and "Thousand Strikes", and was given the title of "Qianyi" by the Great Zhou Emperor, and was famous in mainland countries. And Ziying, because of her stunt "Death God Prison" gave the title of Tiance Famous General, it is said that Ziying once used this prison to shoot down a meteor from the sky, so he was given the title of "Falling Star".

Ziying looked at Wu Jian, who had already fallen into the "Prison of the Dead God", and said, "Little brother, you should know very well that in my 'Prison of the Dead God', my darts will never shoot miss. ”

As she spoke, Ziying raised her right hand, and in an instant, a silver dart shot out from between her fingers, but her dart was not shot at Wu Jian below, but at the lens suspended in the air.

However, Wu Jian knew very well that the dart was not absorbed by the mirror fragments, but was transferred.

Wu Jian's pupils widened, his eyeballs moving back and forth in the frame of his eyes at an extremely fast speed, his gaze constantly sweeping over the fragments of the mirrors around him.

It was so cautious and vigilant, as if the mirror floating around it was a beast that could launch a surprise attack at any moment.

"What's wrong?" Looking at Wu Jian's strange behavior, those two eyeballs turned around quickly, really worried that he would faint, Yang Ming couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Just after the young man asked this sentence, the dart that was absorbed into it actually shot out of a fragment behind Yang Ming, and the dart was pointed directly at Yang Ming's back.

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Fortunately, Wu Jian keenly spotted the dart shot from the young man's back, and immediately flashed behind Yang Ming, stretched out his right hand, pressed it on the back of Yang Ming's head, and pressed the young man to the ground.

The dart grazed the back of the young man's head and swept extremely thrillingly, but the sharp edge cut off a handful of black hair on the back of Yang Ming's head, and the dart that shot in the air shot straight towards a fragment hanging in the air on the opposite side, and was once again absorbed by the mirror.

Yang Ming was face down, and he was suddenly eaten with a mouthful of soil.

The boy struggled to jump up from the ground, spitting out the dirt in his mouth, "Bah...... What are you doing, uncle...... I ate a mouthful of dirt. ”

"It's better to eat dirt than to get a hole in your head. Wu Jian said coldly, his eyes still constantly moving, wary of the mirror fragments around him.

scolded in his heart: "Bastard, Wei Ying, you actually shot at Yang Ming and them......"

"Listen to me, everybody's gathered around, back to back, all eyes wide open, careful to stare in the mirrors around them. Wu Jian ordered Yang Ming and the others.

Hearing this, Yang Ming didn't bother to ask why, and hurriedly got closer to everyone, Yang Ming, Liu Qianyu, and Jiang Shaobai stood outside, and Xin'er supported the weak Cai Yin and was surrounded by three teenagers, their eyes widened, vigilant against the suspended mirrors around them.

The fragments of mirrors scattered in the air, shimmering with bright light, blinking and blinking, as if countless eyes were staring at them. The situation that I thought was wonderful just now now makes people's backs cold, as if falling into a trap full of sharp blades, and if you are not careful, you will be pierced by all blades.

"Listen, the pieces around here are her Pangu Mirror, Star Shift. Wu Jian stared around as he explained to Yang Ming and the others, "The ability of star shifting is to transfer objects, and objects can come out of another lens through the fragments of star shifting. Combined with her darts, you can imagine the surrounding debris as a crossbow aimed at us, ready to shoot a dart at us at any moment. ”

Hearing this, Yang Mingxin instantly fell into the depths of the ice valley, his trembling pupils widened, trying his best to keep himself calm, but there were countless lenses around him, and each lens was as small as sand, and the two eyes couldn't see it at all, let alone beware of not knowing which lens would shoot darts from.

The little face was extremely bitter, and Yang Ming asked Wu Jian, "Uncle, how many fragments are there?"

Wu Jian replied in a deep voice: "A total of twelve thousand four hundred and eighty-seven. ”

Hearing this astronomical number, the hearts of the teenagers stopped instantly,

"Whew, that means we're being targeted by twelve thousand four hundred and eighty-seven bows?"

"It seems that this is the case, and what is even more terrifying is that we don't know which bow and crossbow the darts will shoot from?" Liu Qianyu said after Yang Ming's words.

However, Jiang Shaobai further analyzed and said: "I'm afraid it's more than that. I guess that the 12,487 fragments suspended around us should have been carefully calculated and carefully arranged, even if the darts were missed, they would be absorbed into the fragments again and shoot at us again, and so on, until they hit the target. ”

After the analysis, Jiang Shaobai clenched his teeth, and cold sweat flowed in his heart.

Jiang Shaobai's analysis was quickly verified, and the previous dart was shot at them again, this time, the dart was shot directly in front of Jiang Shaobai.

"It's coming. ”

Jiang Shaobai's eyes widened, but he saw the dart, but he couldn't dodge the speed of the dart, but fortunately, Wu Jian reacted quickly and swung his sword in front of Jiang Shaobai.

This time, Wu Jian no longer knocked the dart back as before, but charged the long sword, the blade of the sword was blue and bright, and he used the sword to cut the dart alive.

The dart breaks in two and falls to the ground.

Wu Jian took a breath and said to Yang Ming and the others: "You're right, her darts won't stop unless they hit the target, so you can't dodge them, you can only take her darts strongly." ”

This is the terrible thing about Ziying's "Prison of the Dead", as the woman said, "In this prison, my darts will never shoot empty." ”

Looking at Wu Jian sweating profusely, Ziying sneered: "Little brother, just one dart makes you spend so much effort, if it is ten darts, how should you deal with it?"

After speaking, Ziying stretched out her hands, her ten fingers fluttered up, and between the light twists, ten darts burst out from between her fingers, and then all of them were absorbed by the fragments of the mirror. () Taiyao Wars has the fastest update speed.

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