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Those Tianshan Sect elders who were closer to Panxiong were in a windless movement at this time, and their robes were rustling. And the place where the slight cracking sound came from was where Panxiong's right foot landed. The elders looked there, even though they were all weather-hardened people, but they were still moved.

Panxiong stretched his bow and set up an arrow, but the arrow was not shot, just pulling the bow and stretching the string, and he actually trampled the stubborn stone on the ground.

The elders couldn't help but think to themselves, the power of this arrow was far better than the previous two arrows, if this arrow fell on the same point again, I wonder if the world-famous Wudang Supreme Treasure Qiankun could hold up with a single air bag? Thinking like this in their hearts, they looked intently at the third arrow that had not yet been fired while using their Yuan Force to resist the cutting intent around them.

Rumble!

The bowstring stretched to the maximum, Pan Xiong snorted, his three fingers were released, and the colorful arrow feathers suddenly turned into a streamer and rushed straight to Xiao Han. The arrow feathers pierced through the air, bringing a roar like thunder, which made the elders of the Tianshan Sect slightly stunned, but then Panxiong vomited blood, and the strangeness of retreating seven steps in a row made them even more dumbfounded.

The elders hurriedly rushed up to support Panxiong, only to see Panxiong's sleeves shattered, revealing his two bare arms. Although Pan Xiong, the master of a sect, looked a little embarrassed, neither the people of Tianshan Sect nor Qilian Sect showed any intention of ridicule, because in addition to the unstoppable arrow that rushed to the sky, they even witnessed the picture of the heavy bow of the dark iron turning into iron filings and drifting away in the wind!

Darkiron is incredibly hard, and is the material of choice for most soldiers.

And that Xuantie heavy bow was built by Panxiong with a lot of money, and its hardness is said to be comparable to some low-grade spiritual weapons. At the beginning, the Tianshan Sect had built a total of five Xuantie heavy bows, but they didn't expect to lose three today. The first two were fine, just broken from the break, but the third turned directly into ashes. It can be seen that the power of this last arrow is probably even more terrifying than the previous two arrows combined.

Everyone in the Tianshan Qilian Second Sect subconsciously looked up at the arrow feather with a long tail.

The arrows flew through the air, rubbing against the air at high speed, causing the tail behind it to carry colorful sparks. And in the midst of such violent friction, the arrow feather was rapidly shortening. These cultivators at the foot of Mount Everest are not used to seeing it, they have already seen the first two arrows, and they know that the real terrifying thing of the Phoenix Feather is not the whole feather, but the hard core of the half arm length of the feather.

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Above the top.

The sea of qi in Xuanqing Dao Chang's body was churning, and he was very uncomfortable. After Zhang Hatshui left, he barely supported the Qiankun air bag that sealed the sky and the moon, and he could still hold it for a while. But he knew that he was now powerless, and he was at the end of the crossbow, and as long as the other party came with another arrow, he would not be able to stop it.

However, the third arrow did not come for a long time, which made him secretly scold Pan Xiong for being shameless when he was on guard. Where did he know that Pan Xiong did not deliberately withhold it at all, but that firing two arrows in a row was still a big load for Pan Xiong, and for such a long time, Pan Xiong was also adjusting his state in order to launch a killer arrow.

"It's finally here......

Daoist Xuan Qing smiled sadly, feeling the third arrow that seemed to come with the power of heaven and earth, and the word "death" appeared in the depths of his sea of consciousness for no reason. It was the first time he had felt this way since he had entered the Void Realm. Despite this, he still did not give up, if he was empty-handed, he was probably ready to face death. But now that Qiankun has a bag in his hand, even if he knows that he is invincible, he can't lose the prestige of Wudang, and he can't defeat the prestige of his senior brother who broke out outside.

With the determination to fight to the death, Daoist Xuanqing desperately squeezed the dantian yuan force.

Rumble!

The ground on which the Xuanqing Daoist was standing suddenly collapsed three feet, and the surrounding scattered rocks and melted snow were ruthlessly squeezed away. His robe flew up, and his beard was flamboyant, and he had a bit of majesty. The usual Xuanqing Dao has a kind face, giving people a sense of closeness, but at this time, Xuanqing, between life and death, actually has a few points of the toughness, bravery, and majesty that his senior brother once said!

Rumble!

The third arrow was fired at the same point with incredible precision.

The Qiankun air bag, which could have been spread out smoothly, suddenly became crumpled like a fishing net broken by a shark. And that depression shot down at an astonishing speed, and the shape of the arrow feather was particularly conspicuous under the wrapping of the Qiankun air bag.

Poof-

Xuan Qingdao's long mouth was like a fountain, thick blood splashed down, and in just one breath, his eyes dimmed, his anger gradually dissipated, and his death suddenly came to life.

"Close!"

The body had suffered an irreversible devastating blow, and Daoist Xuanqing took pity on the Supreme Treasure Qiankun One Air Bag, and was unwilling to use the Qiankun One Air Bag to resist Jian Ling. Although he knew that the other party's arrows would never penetrate the airbag, even if he blocked it, it couldn't change anything. His pupils gradually dilated, and when his life was almost coming to an end, he actually smiled self-deprecatingly: "If the senior brother was holding the Qiankun bag, he would never be as useless as me......"

"Retreat!"

Qiankun's air bag quickly retracted, and it turned into a fist-sized cloth bag and hung in the air.

Without the barrier of Qiankun's air bag, the three colorful arrows that were connected from end to end shot down like meteors. The three strung arrows were obviously not large in size, but the Xuanqing Dao Leader seemed to feel countless mountains smashing towards him. He let out a loud shout, and after reminding the cultivators behind him, he hurriedly stretched out his palms, wanting to block the three earth-shattering arrows.

Ugh.

An extremely slight and even inaudible cracking sound, it was the sound of the arrow feather piercing through the heart of the Xuanqing Dao Chief.

Those three arrows ignored the two palm powers of the powerhouse of the Void Realm, and their speed was not even affected in the slightest, so they pierced through their hearts and shot diagonally into the ground behind the Xuanqing Dao Chief.

All the cultivators who were still on the top of Mount Everest, after being dismissed by the Xuanqing Dao Chief, saw the heart-piercing scene with their own eyes. They only felt a buzz in their heads, but they didn't know what they were thinking, and they didn't even know what emotions to show at this time.

Bang!

Accidents happen so quickly that there is no time to react.

The series of three arrows shot into the rock formation, pierced into the rock dozens of feet deep, and then exploded in the ground. The huge blasting force carried by the phoenix feather expanded rapidly with spherical fluctuations, and the entire summit of Mount Everest was stretched and squeezed by the internal explosion, and the main body of the mountain soon had a gully-like crack spreading.

Mount Everest, crumbling!

Huge rocks have fallen off the mountain, and the collapse of Mount Everest has become inevitable.

Xuan Qing Dao Chief, who was pierced through the heart by the arrow, still had his last breath left, and he slowly lowered his head to look at the blood-soaked atrium, and his expression was a little relieved. The earth began to shake violently, and the cultivators who had not been injured were staggered and unsteady on their feet, and he, the dying man, naturally collapsed to the ground.

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, his eyes were full of panicked young cultivators with a frightened face. So, he sent out the last thought of his life. That thought flew up and escaped into the air bag of Qiankun suspended in the air. The Taiji diagram on the Qiankun air bag slowly rotated, blooming with light, and then the thin rope was automatically untied, and the Qiankun air bag directly unfolded, turning into a cloth several zhang square, like a flying blanket.