Qingming glanced up at the sky, a bright moon hung high, it seemed to want to get closer but because Qingming looked up and didn't dare to take a step forward but didn't want to retreat the slightest, so it paused in the air. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A light sigh unconsciously came out of his mouth, and "Qingming" did not look up at the bright moon again, but set his eyes on Peng Meng.

"Look, that's how the bow works." His voice sounded in Qingming's heart.

When he drew the bow, he was very casual, his front legs were slightly bent, from his hands to his arms, pulling his waist and moving his legs, and the strength became a cycle.

Qingming felt a force wandering through his body along a specific path, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing became sometimes tense and sometimes stretched.

When the arrow flew away from his fingers, Qingming felt that he had become the arrow, free and unrestrained.

At the same time, the arrow of Penmont's dark blue arrow turned crimson.

Like the bow body of the red agate, the Zen sound Buddha sings, but the red at the tip of the arrow is so red that it makes people frightened and broken.

"Master, this arrow has been prepared for you for 10,000 years, and today it has finally arrived." Peng Meng roared wildly, with the obsession of resolute reincarnation after life, and he was also attached to the roar of arrows.

So the sky was half deep blue and bloody, and half dark.

Qingming had never seen such a spectacular scene, and he couldn't help but be angry for a while.

In Sunset City, all the residents came out of their houses and looked up at the scene of the destruction of the world, and for a while, various remarks circulated on the Internet.

When the two arrows finally met, the imaginary explosion and destruction did not occur, but black lightning appeared one after another, like bubbles.

Qingming coughed up a mouthful of blood, but still stood up straight, Peng Meng was half-kneeling on the ground, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling.

"I knew you couldn't be defeated." It's like I've finally confirmed something.

"Master, you can't be defeated!" He roared, flamboyant.

"Yes, I won't lose." Qingming looked up at the sky, and then at Peng Meng, with pity in his eyes.

"But in the ancient war, why did you fall, master? They all say you're dead, but I don't believe it, I don't believe that the master will lose! Penmont roared.

"We all underestimated it." Qingming let out a long sigh. "But why are you doing this? Make yourself look like this. ”

"I'm going to wait, wait for the master to come back and tell me the truth!" Penmont said.

"The truth is often brutal." Qingming didn't answer him, but said so.

Peng Meng's body became a little illusory, but the corners of his mouth were open, "Master, I'm sorry." ”

The corners of Qingming's eyes were slightly sour, "I know you are complaining that I didn't take you with me in the first battle of the ancients, so you want to grab the immortal medicine and wait until this life to fight again, but you don't know that you and I are both crippled, even if you have the original ten-layer strength, it is not enough." ”

Qingming slowly closed his eyes, "Today's all-out battle with you will be your 10,000-year obsession, you go." ”

Peng Meng slowly knelt down towards Qingming, "All beings under this sky are slaves, why should they leave traces in this cage since they are dead, master, what I want is freedom, it is beyond this firmament, it is what the master once pursued." ”

Peng Meng's figure slowly disappeared, and when he disappeared, a dark blue arrow slowly appeared.

Blue as the sea and as the sky,

With a roar, the blue arrow shot into the sky, and it went away with relief.

To pursue its freedom, its way.

Countless years later, someone saw an arrow flying for freedom in the sky, and it had forgotten who it was, but it had not forgotten to fly, flying freely.

I don't know when a tear fell from the corner of Qingming's eyes, "You will never listen to me." He looked at the arrow and whispered.

The sky was bright again.

Qingming stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the sky, and the eight people behind him looked at him with admiration and madness in their eyes, and the figure seemed to them to be as high as the sky.

The figure did not move, nor did he speak, so none of the eight of them dared to speak, or even look directly at his back, as if it would be blasphemy to look at him.

"Just follow him, I'll go." I don't know how long it took for him to finally speak.

The eight people knelt on the ground and wanted to say something, but found that Qingming's body was about to fall behind him. So they hurried to help, and they knew that the man was gone.

And they also understand that from now on, they have another identity, that is, Qingming's subordinates.

The eight of them are eight families, once belonged to the most loyal and powerful clan under Hou Yi's command, when Hou Yi went to that peerless battle and never appeared in the world again, the family gave up the supreme honor and made the most poisonous blood oath for ten thousand years, and lived incognito for generations just to wait for a person to appear, and now they have waited.

The eight of them looked at each other and smiled, they had been scattered around the world to travel to various provinces and cities, and then they met again, and they had a feeling that the mission that the family had carried for 10,000 years would be fulfilled on them.

And now, they've waited.

It was already two days before Qingming woke up again. There are still three days left until the wedding.