Sixteen bursting steel arrows, one hit the Heavens, five missed, one was bounced off the saddle, and the other nine, all of which pierced deeply into the back of the black horse with the blood of a divine beast.

The horse was in pain, looking up to the sky and neighing, but he was worried about the owner under his belly, and his four hooves firmly supported the ground, neither racing wildly nor falling.

A trace of unbearability flashed in Shi Zhiyi's eyes, and he finally landed on the ground, his body was straight, and the spear in his hand was pointed at the Zhuyu Desolation that had just come out of the horse's belly and was already on the verge of explosion.

Soaring, shooting, and archery in one go, finally reversing the previous passive situation caused by the disadvantage of the horses.

"Now we're even. ”

As soon as the words fell, the rain under his feet bloomed like a lotus flower, and Shi Zhiyi and the guns were united and rushed towards the Zhuyu Desolation.

Shi Zhiyi's spear skills and Zhu Huanghuang's halberd skills are all wide open and close, and the strength runs through thousands of jun, the two are entangled together, only to hear the sound of gold and iron, thunder, and even the rain in the air does not seem to dare to fall into their battle area, but to dodge from afar.

It was very rare for Zhu Yuhuang to meet a Terran warrior who could compete with him in strength, and he was also a young man whose realm was inferior to him and was more than twenty years younger than him.

In the past, when fighting people, his divine power that can tear apart tigers and leopards is his greatest reliance, but today, the situation seems to be somewhat unexpected.

The young man on the opposite side was not only not directly smashed into meat sauce by his divine power, but became more and more excited the more he fought, and the power contained in the spear in his hand became heavier and heavier, as if there was a giant dragon in his body, which was gradually waking up as the battle progressed!

Two dark brown rays of light flashed on the Sky Splitting Halberd, like two flying axes, spinning and twisting towards Shi Zhiyi's neck!

Seeing that he could not overwhelm his opponent with his strength alone, Zhu Yuhuang finally began to try to destroy the opponent's defenses with the advantage of his realm.

Shi Zhiyi danced the Soul Eater Spear like a windmill, constantly defeating his true yuan that flew towards him from various weird angles one by one.

However, even with the artifact in hand, this defense still put a lot of pressure on him, and the little advantage he had gained by relying on direct force confrontation just now quickly disappeared completely.

While guarding in front of herself, Shi Zhiyi also had to take care of Yi Ning's direction, so as not to hurt Yi Ning if a fish slipped through the net - she was only forging the peak of her cultivation, and in the face of the true yuan issued by a martial artist in the cold window realm, she could only sit and wait for death, without any resistance at all.

Zhu Yuhuang also quickly discovered Shi Zhiyi's weakness, and the true yuan flew out like snowflakes, and six of the ten realms were headed for Yi Ning!

Shi Zhiyi was secretly angry in his heart, and while he was struggling to resist, his heart turned sharply, thinking about the possibility of turning defeat into victory.

He believed that his body was definitely above the other party, and if the elusive Xingyue Yin could fully unleash it, with the artifact spear in his hand, he might be able to find a chance of victory.

But behind him, there was Yi Ning, who had no power to resist, so even if he was peerless, he didn't dare to leave an inch, and could only stand in place like a stake, desperately resisting the thick true yuan that swooped in from the rain curtain.

He had already used the secret of the Daxi family to step on Yaotai and temporarily improve his cultivation to the late dawn period, but there was still a significant gap compared to the enemy, which was not enough to solve the current passive situation.

Lord Yi Ning looked at the back of Shi Zhiyi, who was covering left and right in front of him, and the two lines of tears couldn't help but flow down, and quickly melted into the thin rain.

She hated her slack in cultivation in the past, and now she could only watch herself become a burden to Shi Zhiyi, but she was completely powerless about the situation in front of her.

Thinking of his signature in the Yuqing Temple, "Death and life are broad, and Zicheng is talking", but the life and death that he is obsessed with is just a step closer to the abyss of death.

After the time of half a pillar of incense, the first scar finally appeared on Shi Zhiyi's body. A True Yuan broke through the defense of the Soul Eater Spear and hit Shi Zhiyi's chest right away, and suddenly there was a blur of flesh and blood.

Shi Zhiyi was unconscious, but the movements in his hands inevitably slowed down.

The two blood flowers bloomed again, and then quickly dissipated in the drizzle.

But the moment the blood flower bloomed, the heart of the county lord of Yi Ning was as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer.

This is not the first time Shi Zhiyi has been injured in front of him, the first time she saw the latter, he was dying and his life was hanging by a thread, and after that, in Tianshui City, in order to save his brother, he once again made one of his left arms bloody.

But for some reason, this time, the county lord of Yi Ning was particularly distressed.

Perhaps, it was because of his injury to protect her.

Perhaps, it was because one of her hearts had been tied to him.

The rain is still falling, and it's getting heavier.

In the distance, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, tearing a crack in the dark clouds.

Yi Ning's mind suddenly lit up.

She plucked a green hosta from her bun and carefully held it tightly in the palm of her hand.

She didn't like to practice martial arts since she was a child, and she didn't even have her own sword, but as the youngest of the five princes and princesses, both her father and her mother doted on her very much and did not force it.

They couldn't imagine what the situation would be, and they needed to go into battle with Ning's own sword - if it really came to this point, I am afraid that the entire Great Jin Dynasty would already be in the redundant state.

However, out of her mother's nature, Fu Qinghan still carefully prepared a self-defense thing for her daughter, that is, the hosta on the head of the lemon.

This hosta was made by the previous national teacher Xun Yijun himself, and it was embedded with a powerful trap array, which could temporarily trap the enemy in it and make it difficult to move.

The duration of the formation varies according to the strength of the enemy, and in the face of the strong person who enters the Holy Spirit, the effect that can be played may only be a breath, and if it is replaced by a martial artist in the middle of the stage, it can be extended to at least half a pillar of incense.

But when the master fights, in fact, the time of a breath is the difference between life and death.

A ray of blue light, piercing through the rain, instantly came to the front of the desolation.

But although the blue light is fast, it can't escape the sight of the desolation.

Not only did he see this ray of blue light, but he could clearly distinguish that it was a hosta worn by a woman.

Shi Zhiyi in front of him was already covered in blood and crumbling, and all he thought in his heart was to add more force to completely kill this terrifying young man with strong strength.

After seeing Shi Zhiyi's methods, he completely put away his contempt for him, and did not dare to give him any respite.

In contrast, the hosta thrown by a young girl will not be taken to heart by him at all.

Such an inconspicuous little thing, I'm afraid that as soon as I touch my iron armor, it will be shattered, right?

With a soft sound of "ding", the blue light finally passed through the heavy rain curtain, collided with the iron armor, and shattered into a cloud of jade powder in the air as Zhu Huang Huang imagined.