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"Whoosh......!"

The flying arrows that had been dragging the flames shot into the night sky at the Datang military camp, like a meteor streaking, and then there was a thunderclap-like sound, and countless Datang cultivators condensed their sword qi into a wide and hard horizontal bridge.

The river seemed to freeze in an instant, the horses on the bridge neighed, and the Tang Dynasty soldiers raised their spears and knives at the same time, shouting and killing, and they had already rushed to the opposite bank.

The Demon Beast Army hidden in the shadows suddenly burst into a commotion, and on the flanks of the Tang Dynasty soldiers, Liu Qingfeng, the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect, was directing the divine beasts summoned by the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain to pounce on the formation.

A sword light reflected in the sky, the Heavenly Sword Sect Dao Ancestor Meng Taixu came across the white crane, his side was the Dan Dao Sect Master Dongfang Yinyue, and then there was also a sword light flashing in the northwest direction, and the master of the sword mound in the world, Mu Jueyou, came side by side with the sword Hou Xue Xuanliu.

The oriental sword light drew the sunset, and Chen Wangbo, the most knowledgeable master of the Tang Dynasty, stepped on the void and came with the sword.

Then the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Flowers, Bai Yunsheng, and Gu Huaiyuan also appeared in the void one after another.

It turned out that the Tang army had already prepared, Zhang Jin gritted his teeth and pointed the bow in his hand slightly, and the formation suddenly changed, and countless demon soldiers poured out together, slashing and killing in all directions.

"Woohoo!"

Countless demon powerhouses shot over like arrows, intending to stop these most powerful cultivators of the Tang Dynasty.

Zhuo Zangfeng's sword flew out quickly, and he had already harvested a large number of human heads, he recognized Zhang Jin's crossbow, kicked the back of the cow lightly with his left foot, and flew into the air with a long roar.

Immediately fighting the place, Zhuo Zangfeng ran his divine sense to the limit in the night sky, staring at the Demon Venerable.

Zhang Jin's crossbow has already bathed in the blood of the king of the demon dragon, awakened the nature of the demon race, and his cultivation realm is no weaker than the land immortals in the world, and he has realized countless exquisite sword moves from the "Heavenly Machine Divine Guide", as far as the way of the sword is concerned, he is no longer under the Heavenly Sword Sect's Sect Leader Liu Qingfeng.

Zhuo Zangfeng glanced at it, the Northern Regions God King led the soldiers of Yan Zhiguo to join the battle group, fortunately, Yueyue was not there, so he didn't have to worry about her safety, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yao Caiwei wearing a red robe, holding an arrow in his hand and casting orders.

Seeing that she was under the protection of countless Tang Dynasty soldiers, her heart was at ease, and she opened the bow and arrow bag hidden on the back of the Sky Splitter, and her eyes swept over the fog in front of her, as well as the thick and impenetrable night.

"Whew!"

Zhang Jin's crossbow also stared at him closely, and he had already seen the right time to send an arrow.

The sound of the bowstring trembling was earlier than the sound of the feather arrow breaking through the air, Zhuo Zangfeng's breath was raised, and the vitality was concentrated on the bowstring and the flying feathers, listening to the wind and distinguishing the shadows, and the fingers were pulled and released.

His arrows seemed to have eyes, and they flew calmly and calmly with an unstoppable momentum.

Zhang Jin's crossbow vitality controlled the flying arrows, and seeing that the two arrow clusters were about to collide together, the breath changed, and the arrow suddenly dropped by a fraction.

With a slight dip, the two arrows flew past each other, still shooting in accordance with the established route towards the original purpose.

Zhang Jin's crossbow arrow was aimed at Zhuo Zangfeng's throat.

Zhuo Zangfeng's arrow was aimed at Zhang Jin's eyebrows.

No matter which part of the arrow is hit, it is a fatal blow.

At this moment, their swordsmanship cultivation will never miss the target even under the snowstorm, and now they are fighting with a spirit spirit.

The Venerable of the Demon Race, who has studied the "Heavenly Machine Divine Guide" and bathed in the blood of the Demon Dragon King, can shoot his arrow into the nine clouds.

And Zhuo Zangfeng has 10,000 volumes of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures in his chest, and he is practicing the forgetful mind of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and his arrow is enough to shoot through the vast earth.

The arrow flew like lightning, the sound was like thunder, and the two people did not choose to dodge, and stretched out their hands at the same time.

They want to take this arrow with the power to destroy the world!

Zhuo Zangfeng took it in his hand, and he had already flown into the air, and he knew that although the Heaven Splitting Sect was amazingly powerful, it couldn't withstand this force.

It was as if a heavy and two thousand mountains were caught by him, and he swept backwards in the air again and again, and the sea of dantian qi shook for a while.

Zhang Jin took the arrow, and when the feather arrow that was enough to penetrate the earth was sandwiched between his fingers, the irresistible force and current generally spread throughout his body, and he gritted his teeth and carried it motionlessly.

However, he felt that the battle robe on his body had been shattered, and the skeleton of his body was almost shattered, but he endured it without the slightest retreat.

There was a fierce look of pride in his eyes, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then he raised his hand, and the finger was shattered under this arrow, and it drooped down, and the youngest Venerable of the Demon Clan had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth and bit off the severed finger, and swallowed it whole without chewing.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked coldly, although he was surprised by the bloodthirsty nature of the demon race, he was not panicked.

Zhang Jin's mouth was full of blood, and he raised his fingerless palm in the night, and he laughed sharply, and the palm gradually became extremely sharp, and it turned out to be a dragon claw.

The dragon's claws were shining with golden light, and he actually held a handful of thousands of kraitsnakes.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Jin laughed wildly and pulled the bowstring again.

The krait snakes that were scurrying in his palms immediately straightened, and their eyes glowed with a cold edge.

This time, I don't know how many krait snakes were condensed into flying arrows by him.

For the first time, Zhuo Zangfeng didn't have the confidence to take the opponent's arrow, and he didn't even have the confidence to dodge.

He knew very well that this time the krait snake in Zhang Jin's crossbow hand had been stained with the blood of the demon race on his claws, and once it was shot at it, it would immediately turn into an incomparably agile living creature when it encountered his own vitality resistance.

That is to say, these snakes fell beside him, and when they encountered his qi resistance, they immediately turned into poisonous snakes and beasts, and could even temporarily become fire dragons that devoured the heavens and the earth.

This is a record in ancient books, he used to think that this was just a legend, but when the things in front of him really happened, he realized that everything was true.

The robes of the Tui Ji monks were stained with blood, and countless demon soldiers were stained with blood under his sword, and then countless more rushed up.

The shouting of killing shook the heavens and the earth, and a small formation, inadvertently, countless demon soldiers continued to emerge.

The Tang cultivators joined the battle group, worked side by side with the Tang sergeants, and under the command of Yao Caiwei, they had already broken through the periphery of the formation.

The nine elders of the demon clan came out together, and they were taken over by Meng Taixu, Chen Wangbo, Our Lady of Ten Thousand Flowers, Mu Jueyou and others.

Bai Yunsheng, Gu Huaiyuan, and more than a dozen cultivators from other sects of the Tang Dynasty were besieged by hundreds of demon powerhouses, Wang Shanyang fought with a sword to enter the room, and when he looked back, the demon clan was overwhelmed, and said loudly: "Let's look at the old way methods today!"

Seeing countless random arrows raining down, Zhuo Zangfeng also sent out arrows.

He did his best to put twelve feather arrows on the bowstring at a time, but when Zhang Jin's crossbow feather arrows encountered the ordinary arrow cluster sent by Zhuo Zangfeng, he immediately opened her mouth and devoured the feather arrows.

Such unpredictable swordsmanship really caused great trouble to Zhuo Zangfeng, and he quickly shot all the feather arrows and sent out the flying sword.

Kuaixue Sword slashed out a brilliant sword light, and the golden snake shot by Zhang Jin's crossbow was swallowed by the sword light before it could quickly turn into a fire dragon.

Although he temporarily suppressed the feather arrow with his sword qi, it was extremely energy-consuming.

If it takes fifty percent of the strength of Zhang Jin's crossbow to send out an arrow, Zhuo Zangfeng needs twelve points of experience to deal with it.

Zhang Jin's crossbow has the infinite variety of the golden snake, the magic power of the demon strong bow, and his magic skills, so he is naturally in the upper hand.

Zhuo Zangfeng knew that he couldn't relax, and once the opponent's feather arrow encountered the vitality and turned into a fire dragon, then it would be even more difficult to deal with.

The lips were clenched, the sword intent opened the Yangtze River, the vast river, and the grand sword qi continued to stir the golden krait into pieces.

Zhang Jin's crossbow was furious, his mouth opened and roared, and immediately there were countless golden snakes and countless silver snakes flying from the air, like dense maggots crawling all over his body.

At this moment, the demon Shao respect's body suddenly swelled many times, and the bow and arrow in his hand also became a giant bow.

The dancing gold-ringed and silver-ringed snakes suddenly became the thickness of a bowl.

His people are like a tall mountain, but the magic bow in his hand is like a thousand-year-old pine standing on the cliff.

A thick fishy breath erupted, and the Demon Dragon King let out a long groan, his five claws stretched out, and slammed down from the pitch-black sky.

"What a brute!"

Zhuo Zangfeng roared and stabbed with his sword, the king of the demon dragon was not afraid, the dragon's eyes were like torches, and the dragon's claws grabbed him with a huge wind.

At the same time, Zhang Jin's crossbow condensed thousands of poisonous snakes and launched an arrow......