Chapter 285: Spirit Arrow Style

After talking to Cowernat for a while, Mark went back to his room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 Info had some new ideas about spatial flickering in Blood City because of the teleportation array, and Mark has been working on this aspect of research on the spaceship since then. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to success, and it was natural to strike while the iron was hot.

Mark didn't leave the cabin for three days in a row, and as a third-level warrior, he could go without eating or drinking for half a month, but in order to maintain his strength, he still kept eating at least once a day.

That evening, Mark's train of thought was interrupted by a hurried knock on the door. He frowned slightly, and his mental power swept out, it turned out to be Cowburnat, and at this moment he was standing anxiously outside the hatch, walking back and forth like a headless fly, constantly turning his head to look in the direction of the stern.

Mark got up to open the door, and Cowburnat saw Mark nervously and said, "Mr. Mark, we're in trouble! Very, very big trouble." Look!"

As Cabnert pointed, Mark saw at least five hundred fish-men a few kilometers away chasing after the small sailboat, approaching at a rapid pace.

The most conspicuous of these was naturally the leader of the nine fishmen who swam in front of him and were several times larger. Among the nine fish-man leaders, there was a fish-man body with a silver body that was particularly large, exuding a powerful aura from the peak of the first level.

"Mr. Mark, what shall we do now?" Cowernat paled:

"No one can escape the fish-men at sea. What's more, there is such a powerful fish-man leader among them!"

Glancing at Cowburnat, who already had a hint of despair, Mark didn't say much. Instead, they climbed directly along the shelves to the upper level of the cabin, above which was a simple lookout. Mark stood still on the lookout, considered the strength of the mana release, and with a wave of his hand, released a first-level peak-level flame bursting technique.

The Flame Burst slammed into the fish-man behind the sailboat at a terrifying speed. That first-level peak fish-man reacted the fastest, and narrowly avoided a dive, so the Flame Explosion Technique smashed into a first-level fish-man behind it, and the terrifying heat released in an instant burned this fish-man into a scorched paste. And this terrifying heat spread rapidly, and dozens of fishmen around it were grilled into dried fish in an instant.

Mark squinted at the first-level peak fishman, and found that it suddenly sped up and rushed straight towards the sailboat, Mark sneered, and as soon as he changed his hand, three flame bursting spells were released, attacking it in a zigzag shape. Then an untraceable wind bomb technique was involved.

"Poof-" The leader of the fishmen who had dodged the three flame bursts was hit in the head by the secret wind bomb technique, and a blood hole appeared in his head, and blood gushed out.

It seemed to be angry, and after a dive, it no longer showed its head, and Mark scanned the sea with all his mental power, and found that it was rapidly approaching the sailboat at a depth of 100 meters.

Seeing this scene, Mark couldn't help frowning, once the bottom of the sailboat leaked, should he let him row a lifeboat to Bihaisha Island?

Looking at the leader of the fishmen who was getting closer and closer, Mark's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he took out the ordinary wooden hunting bow he used to hunt in Jiuqu Mountain, and muttered in his mouth:

"Since I was promoted to the third level, I have only preliminarily studied the last three of the nine forms of the lower battle qi, and I don't know how powerful this spirit arrow style is, so let you be my first test subject. ”

The Warrior Three Realms Medium Qi Warrior was able to attach the battle qi to the weapon and exert it, while the Spirit Warrior was already able to release the battle qi out of the body and launch a long-range attack without the help of any foreign objects.

The hunting bow in Mark's hand was drawn into a full arc by him, and an arrow made purely from the condensation of battle qi appeared on his fingertips. He then added Burst and Channeling to the arrow.

With a release of his fingers, the particular arrow disappeared in the blink of an eye, spun in a large arc in the air and plunged headlong into the water.

Half a second later, the water surface that was still more than 100 meters away from the sailboat suddenly exploded, followed by a deafening sound, and a huge wave of water splashed out of the water like a mountain, mixed with countless pieces of flesh and blood, staining the water area red. And the group of fishmen who had been following the sailboat all screamed and sank to the bottom of the sea after the explosion subsided, never to be seen again.

Stunned to watch Mark's magician-like performance, Cowernert's shock was incomparable. The power of the wizard's profession was deeply imprinted in his soul at this moment.

Since then, Cownutt has never dared to be rude to any wizard in his life, which has become one of the basic principles of his life.

Mark looked at the hunting bow in his hand, then looked at the result of the blow in the distance again, shook his head slightly, and said to himself:

"It's still far away! Although the combat qi output that has been suppressed to the peak of the strong warrior, it is only a few dozen degrees of power at most, and when I go back this time, I need to study this spirit arrow style carefully, and find a better bow by the way." ”

What? Far from being so powerful? Cowbernet couldn't listen to Mark's last sentence. yelled at the subordinates on the deck below, who were stunned by Mark's blow:

"Why are you stunned? Why don't you hurry up and get to work! Do you want to go back?!"

Although the fish-man's attack this time was huge, it directly collapsed under Mark's performance of a magic arrow. The way back was much smoother, and I was never attacked again.

Ten days later, the sailboat sailed into the first supply point along the way, an island slightly larger than the Outpost. The boat approached the dock quietly, and after the cable was accurately hung on the stakes at the pier, Cowernat disembarked with three of his men.

The captain on duty on this small island is a good friend of Cowernat, and he also wants to take this opportunity to visit his friend by the way.

He was going to call Mark along, but looking at the closed hatch and thinking about the powerful combat power of the mysterious wizard before, Cowbernet shrunk his neck and walked away silently.

All the way inside, the island was quiet, and there was no sound except for the cries of insects and birds. As he went deeper, Cowernat's mood changed from pleasant to surprised, and from surprise to horror.

This was originally an island where a hundred-man brigade was stationed, why had no one seen it until now? He vigilantly observed the surrounding bushes, waved his hand to let the three of his men form a battle formation, and walked in step by step.

"Head, look over there!" one of his men suddenly pointed to a spot in the grass on the ground.

Cowernat approached cautiously, and when he looked through the grass, a clear stain of blood appeared in front of his eyes, and he pinched it with his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said:

"Lionman's blood! It's been at least seven or eight days!"

With the discovery of this bloodstain, more and more bloodstains were found later, and when they came to the inside of the watchtower, there was already blood on the ground and there was nowhere to stand.

Because of the short period of time, some of the blood stains have only coagulated and have not dried up yet. There was not a single corpse seen at the scene, but the enemy did not seem to deliberately hide it, and the faint smell of sea in the air and various traces left on the ground all indicated that this was another sea beast attack!

At Outpost, if it weren't for Mark's appearance, Cowbernatt was convinced that his team would have been defeated.

If it weren't a coincidence that many islands were attacked at about the same time, then it must have been a long-planned conspiracy! )