Life is full of accidents, and every accident is a mockery of self-righteousness. When he heard the name and saw the arrow, the feeling of death was so clearly manifested in his mind, and Jusan Lang understood this sentence especially deeply.

Xiang Yibai, who still remembers this name? To this day, the once weak teenager has long been strong, how can he remember every little thing back then, and every person in those little things?

From scheming to earn a way out of life under the aura of the Holy Son, to today's ability to face overhaul with ease, and having the power to kill Yuan Ying with a single hand, Mr. Eight Fingers is not a fluke, everything he does is like walking on thin ice, and he never despises any opponent.

But for him now, Xiang Yibai can be regarded as an opponent? If even people of that level have to be careful, one head may not be enough, and the capacity needs to be increased.

I just said that karma has retribution, and at this moment there is revenge and killing God, Thirteen Lang experienced the power and bitterness of the poisonous tongue for the first time, but revenge is not the privilege of anyone, Xiang Yibai died, so there was that arrow, that arrow that came hundreds of miles away, but could not be avoided.

He understood everything in an instant, figured out many causes and effects, and it seemed that the avenger wanted him to understand that this would make revenge easier, and that was why he let out that reminding roar.

"I wasn't the one who killed people. Seeing the flying arrows coming from outside the sky, Thirteen Lang thought sadly

The arrow is like a streamer, the arrow is a streamer, and there is a crystal clear feeling in the silver white, as if it is an elongated tear.

It was a woman who fired the arrow, and most of it was a young woman, and the roar and the meaning revealed in the roar hinted at her relationship with Xiang Yibai: Lover!

Revenge for love. Heaven and earth, there is nothing to complain about. There's no time to complain. The arrow is a hundred miles or farther, and the time is only a moment. Thirteen Lang's first feeling about it was that he couldn't hide it, and he didn't dare to hide.

That's the sad liliang, the more you dodge, the more powerful it becomes, and the more you dodge, the more you want to kill.

The arrow pierces the sky, pierces the white clouds, and leaves the wind behind it, like a meteorite across the starry sky, unstoppable.

Unstoppable must be blocked. The first to try to block are also arrows, three magic arrows!

In the first battle of breaking the city, Shisanlang was determined to stand in front of all Shili, although he couldn't keep all Liliang by his side because there were too many opponents, but he was extremely lucky to have a shadow: Carmen.

The long-range attack was the strongest, and the one-eyed arrow god was originally going to attack and kill the earth clam elder in a scuffle, but he didn't expect that a gamble would change the appearance of this demonstration battle, and the preparation means would be useless.

As a shooter, Kashi Xiaosan has a sensitivity to arrows that ordinary people can't imagine, and the roar of the avenger can only be heard by Shisanlang. The arrows that were sent out did not make a thunderous sound, but that did not prevent Carmen from smelling the great terror contained in that soft sound in time and being the first to react.

Neither looking, hearing, nor moving, the one-eyed dragon hidden in the crowd swung its knife and slashed. At the same time as he felt something, he already held the bow in his hand, and his body leaned back to shoot the first arrow.

Swords and arrows!

Thunderbolt of the sword. The brilliance that pierced through the sky looked even brighter than the arrow, intercepting its path with unimaginable precision. And then

No then, or rather. And then there was none.

There was no collision, no sound, no bursting brilliance, just like the earth clam elder who faced the purple thunder just now, the seven-foot-long horizontal knife weighing hundreds of catties was like a breath of air that had been blown away, dissipating out of thin air under the gaze of everyone.

"Roar!"

Carmen roared, leaning back almost flat, pulling her bow and buckling it, and sending three more pieces of blood.

God-level shooters don't need to see, they don't need to hear, they can judge what happened just by the passage of time, the seven-foot long knife silently turned into nothingness, Carmen knew that the other party was far more powerful than he imagined, and with a little more force, the hope of the lord to survive was greater.

Three arrows were bloody, and three finger arrows shot out. Carmen was not a monk, and if she wanted to make the giant bow that was supposed to be a high-grade magic weapon play the strongest, she could only cut off her fingers and use her fingers as arrows.

What does it mean for a shooter to cut off his finger? Carmen didn't want to think about it. If time comes, if he can do it, he will not hesitate to shoot himself as an arrow, no matter what, to block that arrow, that light

Even if it's just for a moment!

The blood of the martial spirit is so precious, and the magic weapon cannot but be moved by it. The finger arrows were harder than the iron arrows, and the blood-red arrows grew stronger and stronger, like three flames rushing into the void.

The silver light was unmoved, and it passed through with a bit of disdain in the cold and cold, and came into contact with the three flames in turn.

To touch, it means to take a hit, kiss it, and then knock it apart. The death barrier at the cost of three fingers received the effect, and there seemed to be a pop in the ears

No, the silver glow was as bright as before, and the speed of progress did not slow down in the slightest, but its length was shortened a little.

A touch, a soft sound, a stray arrow, that's all the finger gets, it's a gift from Yinmang to a worthy opponent, it's glory.

In front of him is Xiao Bazhi, that is the target, the person who this arrow is going to kill.

"Go, die!" roared the man who fired the arrow.

"It's over. Blue Bottle muttered to herself in the distance, feeling empty and uncomfortable for some reason.

"It's over, my saucer!" Mei Shuai paused in the gallop, looking a little lonely. The previous scene is in full view, who can not understand what kind of horror is contained in that arrow;

"Phantom Spear!"

Unlike what he imagined, Jushiro's calmness was not pretended, but with a feeling that only came after an epiphany, and the moment he saw his expression, the person who fired the arrow was sure that he was at his weakest, but he had a feeling of "stronger than just now".

Epiphany in battle, this kind of thing is not unusual for monks at all, the difference is only in the degree of depth, and whether there is a chance to turn it into strength. For example, Thirteen Lang, the blow just now was powerless, but it used up all his thunder and most of his mana. At this time, he is an empty shell, and Weishenme will appear powerful?

Also, What is the Phantom Spear?

The Phantom Spear is a spear, a spear that glows silver in the black, and continues to extend and lengthen.

A cloud of black mist appeared out of thin air, a little silver light seemed to be a blink of stars, and the air was filled with a wave of fluctuations that were difficult for ordinary people to detect, weaving black dots gathered into the tail of the gun, the body of the gun, and the tip of the gun, which extended straight with the momentum of the frustration, facing the crystal light that was only one foot long.

The only demon beast that recognizes the master, the queen ant far surpasses the monk's divine thoughts, so strong, so anxious, and so compulsory. Thousands of flying ants hugged each other firmly, allowing the spear to lengthen as fast as possible, reaching tens of meters.

If it had time, the queen would rather abandon all her offspring at once, and that arrow would not have given it the impression of an arrow, but of heavenly might, a dragon that could penetrate even mountains.

In order to stop this arrow, everyone has to use all their strength.

Time was limited after all, and the spears formed by thousands of flying ants touched the streamer, shortened and disappeared, turned into ashes, and gradually made sounds.

Tens of meters of spear collided with a one-foot flying arrow, what was the victory?

The sound of crackling and dense bursting beans was as if a giant had fallen from the sky, and his feet were stepping on countless air-filled balls at the same time, bursting endlessly.

Die!

Real ants move mountains, and every flying ant dies, and the streamer can't help but be weakened a little, just like Carmen's four arrows, which will play some role no matter what.

The sound is proof, and the streamer is shortening like an ant gun, inch by inch, until it is reduced to four inches.

The short arrow silver arrow, the color is slightly dull, the momentum is decayed, the power is not as strong as the heyday, but the resentment contained in it is stronger than the beginning. The person who sent the arrow seemed to have a connection with this arrow, and he thought it was foolproof until now, but he was still intercepted several times, and he could not be angry.

"Go, go, die!" roared the man who fired the arrow, his voice revealing exhaustion and weakness, and madness that the sea could not drown.

"There is a door, fight for breath!" "Mei Shuai also roared.

"Okay? I'm sure not. The blue bottle silently compared.

Everyone is watching, everyone is waiting for the results, including Flurry City. If Mr. Eight Fingers dies, everything will be meaningless before, and Flurry City will still be the place where the demons are dancing, or even more

"Whoever sees my body develops bodhicitta

"Those who hear my name will cut off evil and cultivate good,"

"Whoever hears what I say will be wise,"

"Whoever knows my heart becomes a Buddha. ”

The right hand is pointed into a sword, the left hand is buckled like an eagle's claws, the white-clothed scholar crosses his knees in the air, his eyebrows are different from each other, his face is angry, his posture is strange but people can't be weird, but from the heart he feels a benevolent and gloomy majesty.

"Mo Mo is full of more than a few days of regret. ”

"Samma Siddhi, Siddhi, Sushiddhi, Siddhija, Royegüyan, Sammasiri, Ajamaha Sidhisa. ”

With the misty light above his head, the five-colored clouds under his knees, the red light in his chest, and the sound of chanting, Mr. Eight Fingers does not look very pious, but there is a sincerity that is unconvincing.

Sincerity is not piety, the difference between one word and the meaning is thousands of miles.

There seemed to be an echo in my ears, as if there were thousands of people reciting the manager's Zen, but they couldn't hear any sound. Randance City is like a sleeping beast, and when you hear the Zen thought penetrate your soul, you can't help but snore.

"Hey, this is" Mei Shuai's face changed drastically, and she was full of several spells in succession, burying her breath deeply, as if she was afraid of being discovered by something.

In front of a dilapidated ancestral hall, the old monk with a huge face was surprised, throwing away a chicken leg with his left hand and breaking a corner of the monk's robe with his right hand. In a bamboo forest in the south of the city, the angler stood up suddenly, revealing the flying red on his side.

"I've never taken you or those like you seriously, but today I somehow came to my senses and borrowed them temporarily. ”

Thirteen Lang looked solemn, his hands were clasped together like a boy in front of the Buddha, he leaned over slightly, and closed his palms to meet the fatal streamer.

"First of all, I don't become a Buddha, and it's not you who worship, but these words you said. ”

(To be continued......)