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The style of the longbow is still in the most primitive shape 600 years ago, and the bronze arrows that have been sleeping in the dark for hundreds of years with funerary goods have long been corroded and covered with patina.

And the enemy is a multitude of scepters and several powerful men at the apex of this world.

It's funny.

Even the shortbows used by the children of the Northlands are more threatening than it.

But the moment the bowstring was tightened, everyone felt a sense of suffocation for no apparent reason.

It's like an invisible noose around my neck that is slowly tightening, and the cold touch spreads over my heart, and my eyes are dark.

The feeling of fear surged from the back of the head, almost dominating the sanity, making it difficult for everyone to control their consciousness.

The threat does not come from the bow and arrow.

It's from the man who draws the bow.

The biting chill had just risen, and the arrows had already whistled out, and the entire ruins, all the living creatures, instantly had their hairs raised, and they couldn't suppress the urge to scream.

The world's killing machines converged on an arrow, and that arrow silently pierced through the heavens and the earth, flying in front of Ye Qingxuan.

Why am I again?!

Ye Qingxuan, who was selected from the crowd, looked confused.

But soon, he didn't have time to be stunned.

It was as if the rope of the gallows was slowly tightening.

In perception, time seems to be stopped, there is no way to dodge, no way to stop, that arrow is just like death coming, calm and elegant, unhurried.

Long Wei is like a phantom, silently pierced.

The realm of heaven on earth was unresponsive, and a small gap was pierced.

The golden dragon that was speeding outward was slow and unbearable at the moment, and was easily chased up by that copper arrow, and then, it tore through the left wing of the giant dragon, slowly spinning, and threw it into Ye Qingxuan's heart.

Silent penetration.

Huge shocks erupted from every corner of the body, the breath of decay spread rapidly, bones weathered, internal organs decayed, blood dried up, skin cracked, and organs mutilated.

In an instant, all life was annihilated.

At the same time as the blood circulation was broken, the aetheric circulation was also forcibly broken.

The chapter of fate that had just been condensed fell apart under this arrow, pulling Ye Qingxuan's remaining will to fall into the deepest part of the darkness together.

Ashes.

But in the ashes, a flash of lightning burst out.

The transformative music theory erupted from the deepest part of the chapter of fate, and the lightning evolved rapidly in an instant, repairing the disintegrated music theory, connecting the ladder again, correcting Ye Qingxuan's will, and angrily exhausting the death intent in that arrow, and injecting it into the body, making the heart beat again, the blood rebuilt, the organs renewed, and the bones restored.

In an instant, he died in ashes, and in an instant, he denied this death and lived again.

On the dragon's back, Ye Qingxuan seemed to have exhausted all his energy, sat down in embarrassment, stretched out his hand, and used all his strength to pull out the arrow in his heart, his face turned pale.

Weakened to the extreme.

What the hell is this?!

He's just been killed once.

Although it can only be said that he almost died, the reason why he was alive can only be said to be thanks to his 'experience'.

If it weren't for the beastliness of Long Wei and the earthly heavenly kingdom and even the golden dragon that weakened that strange arrow layer by layer, if he hadn't entered a vacuum and replaced the blood circulation with the etheric cycle, if he hadn't just achieved the chapter of fate, if he hadn't reformed music theory, if he hadn't been experienced......

If it weren't for so many prerequisites, he would have died a complete death.

What's even more strange is that this arrow is clearly an ordinary arrow, with neither terrifying prestige nor terrible music theory, but just relying purely on elastic potential energy to shoot a rusty copper arrow over.

Don't say one, even 100,000 shouldn't be able to damage a single hair of your hair.

Soon, more people tried the same pain as him.

As early as the moment Ye Qingxuan was hit, the others flashed quickly, and almost everyone was on the defensive.

In the silence, the White Knight took a second arrow from the pot and put it on the bowstring, so gently and carefully, so slowly, as if he were doing something very delicate, but incredibly fast.

Time seems to overlap in this instant.

Everyone watched as the White Knight pulled his bowstring and aimed it at himself......

In the next moment, countless phantoms appeared from around the white knight, and the terrible sound of breaking the sky exploded one after another.

It seemed like a blow, but the arrow in the pot was completely empty!

Then, the stars fell!

The scepters, which were originally hanging high in the sky like stars, were now lost by more than half in an instant, and under the penetration of that arrow, they were all like mortals strung on spears, dying in despair.

The rest of the light was dim, like a candle in the wind.

And suddenly, the thunder and lightning were annihilated, the divinity was injured, and the bronze arrow sank into the other eye socket of the second emperor, and at this moment the god of thunder had become a complete blind man.

Chopin flew upside down, his body scattered, and a round mirror appeared in his hand at some point.

A deadly bronze arrow was pinned to the round mirror, which bore death in his place, but it was evident that he himself was not well-fazed, and he tried his best to breathe, staring at the White Knight's place with a look of horror in his eyes.

At the same time, the ruins stretched out, and Yuan Jing, who was kneeling cross-legged, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and a wound silently cracked on the long sword in front of his knee, and the soul in the sword was wailing.

In full view of everyone, the fragments of the ruins fell from mid-air and fell to the ground.

"Do you feel it?"

Ye Qingxuan heard the voice he didn't want to hear at this moment:

This is the projection of His elements. ”

Paganini!

In the twenty-four illusions, Paganini was in no hurry, slowly destroying one fulcrum after another. He was not in a hurry to break through, but brought Ye Qingxuan a lot of pressure, forcing him to maintain this cage with all his might.

Otherwise, suffer the worst consequences.

There is no way forward, and there is no way to retreat.

You can only drink doves to quench your thirst.

“......”

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but curse a swear word, his expression became gloomy, and he slowly raised the staff of fate, preparing to deal with the next impact with all his might.

At the very least, we need to figure out what the hell that thing is......

But at that moment, a low drum beat sounded from the distant sea.

The faint sound of the drum spread, and it came to Ye Qingxuan's ears in an instant, as if an invisible arm gently pulled him, trying to pull him somewhere.

He glanced back at where the drums were coming from.

A sea fortress in Asgard.

The voice of the second emperor sounded in his ears:

"Ye Qingxuan, we need to talk. ”

Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, and then, his own music theory converged to meet the pull in the drum.

The next moment, he felt that time had stopped.

No, it's not the time outside that stops, it's the place where you are.

At that moment, between the etheric realm and the material realm, there was a narrow interlayer slowly unfolding. The small mezzanine hidden in the aftermath of the chaos pulled his consciousness into it.

There is not even any matter here, it is a realm that exists only in spiritual perception.

Through the unobstructed mezzanine, he was able to observe the stagnant world. It's like looking at a mural in great detail, and everything comes into view, and there is no way to hide it.

Immediately afterwards, a fateful chapter containing divinity was thrown here, transforming into the appearance of the second emperor. It's just that at this moment, he looks extremely miserable, the remaining naked eye has been corroded, and only the divine flame in his left eye is burning with anger.

"The situation is out of control, Ye Qingxuan. ”

The figure of the second emperor emerged from Ye Qingxuan's side, and he proposed bluntly: "We can cooperate, Asgard and Anglo will divide the ruins equally and develop together." ”

"Why split it evenly?"

didn't hit it off as he expected, Ye Qingxuan asked rhetorically: "According to the current situation, it's obvious that I have more shares in my hands, right?"

The second emperor frowned: "But the risk you face is also not small, there is a sea fortress, we can leave, but what about you?"

"I can give things to the Holy City, and don't forget that I am also an archbishop. ”

Ye Qingxuan did not show weakness and did not retreat a step: "But if you withdraw and leave, then you won't get anything - your arrow will be in vain."

And if I'm not mistaken: there's got to be an element of revenge in the Scourge weapons you wield. If you don't return an eye for an eye this time, then it may be difficult for you to improve your fit with it, and it will decline. ”

The expression of the second emperor twitched slightly, as if he had been poked in the underbelly, and his tone became indifferent: "I'm afraid we don't have to talk about your attitude." ”

"It's you, not me, you, right?"

Ye Qingxuan asked for a price, but he was not ready to force the second emperor too much, so he changed the topic: "Time is urgent, we'd better be open and honest - how about letting that friend who is watching come out and talk together?"

The Second Emperor was silent for a moment, as if listening to something, and soon, another figure emerged from the blank.

It was an old man holding a clay tablet with wedge-shaped notes written on it, faintly echoing the surroundings.

That projection is surrounded by complicated music theory, extending into the void, connecting with the entire fault, I am afraid that he is the one who controls here.

"This 'lens' is your scepter?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "The idea is good. ”

The Grand Judge's eyes were like torches. ”

The old man couldn't help but smile bitterly, he didn't expect to be found out by Ye Qingxuan so soon.

If Ye Qingxuan guessed, this etheric fault, which could not even contain entities and could only be entered by consciousness projection, was actually a 'lens'.

A lens used to observe reality.

The old musician from this Apocalyptic School gave up all his combat power, and even made his scepter into what it is now, instead of ascending the scepter into the depths of the Aether Realm like other musicians, in order to get closer to the Great Source.

It's so paranoid that it's hard to believe that the opportunity to get revelation and insight into the future from the Great Source is sacrificed in exchange for a terrible insight into the 'present'.