"In just a few days, there has been such a great progress, and the talent is not bad, but it's a pity! No matter how good and extraordinary, what if you don't die under my arrows after all. ”

Xu Zilong sneered, his face was a little pale, the arrow just now almost consumed all his physical strength, and now his body was slightly weak, the pear wood bow that had followed him for many years was shattered into a puddle of sawdust when he couldn't bear the huge force just now, he picked up the arrow box he had just put down beside him, and casually put it on his shoulder, and the figure staggered a little and turned around and slowly left.

He didn't look back, nor did he wait for the result, because there was no need for this, he was very confident in himself, his arrows could be determined, let alone a yellow-haired child who was only sixteen years old? Now Xu Zilong's idea is very simple, find a gentle hometown to have a good time with a pot of wine, and forget what happened on this bad day today, whenever he remembers that as a great archer, he was chased all over the mountains by a fledgling swordsman, he has a feeling of hair, and the whole person is a little uncomfortable, although the swordsman may have been slaughtered by him now.

The brilliance of that arrow was really terrifying, the light lasted and did not disperse, when they were overwhelmed by the light of the arrow, Chu Yang and the scimitar both let out a desperate and unwilling wail, but how was unwilling? What about despair? In the midst of the storm, the humble duckweed only had the fate of the waves.

"The bamboo shadow sweeps the dust and does not move, the moon wears the water at the bottom of the flower without traces, the water flow is always quiet in any mirror, and the flowers fall frequently and leisurely. ”

After struggling in despair for a long time, as if he understood his own humility, no matter how much resistance the small creature made was in vain, and gradually in that glorious Chu Yang and the scimitar became surprisingly calm, the knot between his eyebrows that could not be untied quietly stretched, and the catastrophe that he couldn't untie was also forgotten by him.

If the wind does not move, the waves will be quiet, the water will not flow, the time will not go, the grass will not be green, and spring will not come.

Putting aside all the troubles and distractions, when the mind was completely precipitated, Chu Yang dimly found that he seemed to have forgotten something, he was a swordsman, and all he relied on was him and his knife, but for this period of time, he had been treating his knife as a weapon in his hand, and he had been walking a misunderstanding, which made him extremely panicked.

The knife is the second life of the swordsman! The knife is the most loyal partner of the swordsman! The knife is the most pious forgiveness, the more you give it, the more it will give you in return, as if he understood something, at this moment, Chu Yang stretched out his hand and grabbed the scimitar in front of him that was wailing in the dark like a child who had lost his parents.

When the scimitar fell into his hand again, the scimitar seemed to have found a harbor to rely on, and it was strangely quiet, and Chu Yang, who originally felt small and humble in this turbulent sea, held the scimitar in his hand, and the whole person seemed to have some kind of strong self-confidence, and there was no longer the previous sadness.

On the scimitar, the three patterns that have been silent slowly awaken at this moment, the patterns are infinitely mysterious, giving birth to the truth of heaven and earth, under its brilliance, the scimitar in Chu Yang's hand seems to be undergoing some kind of transformation, not long ago that night his scimitar was devoured by the big yellow dog in the stomach refining, after refining, his scimitar has three weapon patterns, from an ordinary weapon to a mortal inferior spirit soldier.

However, this knife has always been in Chu Yang's hands, although it is a spirit soldier, it has always been in vain, but it simply has the tenacity and sharpness of a spirit soldier, and the most important thing for the spirit soldier is the weapon pattern, and the weapon pattern on this knife is engraved by the big yellow dog, not to mention the complex pattern, and it is contrary to the weapon pattern of the same general spirit soldier, Chu Yang has been pondering for a long time and has not been able to understand it.

Finally at this critical moment, the spirit soldier woke up, bringing a ray of vitality to Chu Yang at this time, Chu Yang's face was calm, and the mad demon heart sutra in his body was running rapidly, perhaps because the demon sutra was running too fast, so that his whole body was filled with demonic energy, and around him, the dark soul shadows were roaring with teeth and claws.

"Broken!"

Roared, feeling the majestic power transmitted to the body of the spirit soldier, Chu Yang gathered momentum, the black hair on his head was upside down, he was like a big demon king, standing between heaven and earth The majestic body was immortal, waving the knife, a knife mixed with surging yuan power slashed out, and in an instant, an incomparable sword power raged out, "......boom" and a powerful destructive force continued to spread, and the endless air flow "chirped ......" and roared, and the dust and sand flew, The rocks pierced through the air, and some tall bushes around them were destroyed in an instant and turned into a puddle of sawdust under this huge destructive force.

Xu Zilong, who was a little weak in his footsteps, was obviously startled by this deafening sound, his thin body was stunned, and the expression under the blindfold was blue for a while and white for a while, he didn't want to look back, and he didn't want to look back, but he couldn't help but look back, and when he looked back, he only saw that in the dust of the sky, the young man was carrying a black and shiny scimitar, and a shawl exuded an evil aura like he was walking step by step.

The tip of the scimitar was casually placed on the ground by the young man, and as he dragged it, the tip of the knife and the electric flint on the ground produced a series of electric flints, leaving a finger of white deep marks on the mountain stone path, "Gollum~" The throat squirmed a little unnaturally, Xu Zilong swallowed his saliva, and the pair of pupils under the black blindfold continued to contract and contract.

"Spirit Soldier!"

Xu Zilong looked at the scimitar in the young man's hand, the three patterns that exuded the golden brilliance of the yuan, his face twitched slightly, the pear wood bow that was difficult for the spirit soldier to find him was given to him by his master when he was apprenticed to the long-established archery master, and it belonged to the spirit soldier with four weapon patterns, after he was expelled from the division, he relied on the pear wood bow that he was proud of everywhere he passed by the hot pillow, it can be said that the pear wood bow was the capital he was proud of.

Later, he wandered to the corner of the sky by Shenzhou, and at the special invitation of an elder of Qingxuanmen, he stayed in Qingxuanmen as an elder of Keqing, although he was an outsider, but with the mysterious identity of the spirit soldier and the archer in his hands, his status in Qingxuanmen was also surprisingly high, otherwise, this time such an important matter, the master of Qingxuanmen would not send him to bring people over.

However, today, in the face of a yellow-haired boy who was hunted down by him a few days ago, he did not hesitate to spend a heavy price, sacrificing the spirit soldier he relied on, but he was unable to kill him after all, not only that, but he fulfilled the opponent and revived the spirit soldier in his hand.

Licking his chapped lips, Xu Zilong's expression at this time, I really don't know how to describe it, blocked, unwilling, fearful, and many emotions are mixed together, like a big pot of rice stewed, the taste is mixed, the elders or heads of many forces are rare, and a sixteen-year-old adventurer actually holds a spirit soldier, which makes Xu Zilong's heart a little uncomfortable, you must know that the pear wood bow at the beginning took a lot of effort to get it from his master.

The scimitar in the young man's hand obviously only has three weapon patterns, but the power it exudes is faintly stronger than Xu Zilong's pear wood bow with four weapon patterns, Xu Zilong smiled bitterly, and suddenly said: "It's really like what the master said, even if it is a weak country, it still can't be underestimated, there will always be mountains outside the mountains, There are always people outside the world, the reason why this adventurer was able to step from the first heaven of imperial qi to the second heaven of imperial qi in such a short period of time, and his strength has been greatly improved, there must be someone superior behind him, right?!"

"Hmm...... The spirit soldier in his hand should be created for him by the master behind him, and the instrument pattern should also be from the hand of the master, the vein of the instrument pattern seems to be chaotic, but in fact it is a mystery hidden, which is pregnant with a strong personal style, the master behind this guy is only afraid that it is more clever than some grandmaster-level casters, even if it is compared to the master, it is not much better, a small border country actually hides such a master, can be defeated in the hands of his apprentice, I am not insulted by the name of the master arrow god. “

Xu Zilong smiled bitterly, as if he had figured out something, his body leaned on a willow tree weakly, quietly waiting for the arrival of the man who was like a demon god, he did not escape, because he knew that he had no strength to escape from the palm of the young man now, and the arrow overbearing hollowed out his body.

Moreover, he thought that there was an unfathomable master hidden behind Chu Yang, as a proud archer, dying at the hands of this master's apprentice would not disgrace his master's name as the arrow god, of course, if he knew that the master behind Chu Yang he guessed was a dog, I don't know if he would think like this, the pattern on Chu Yang's scimitar is different from the pattern engraved by many casters, as for the strong personal style, Chu Yang didn't dare to agree, after all, the idea of a dog and a person must be different.

"Say your last words?"

Chu Yang walked slowly in front of Xu Zilong, his delicate little face raised slightly, the bridge of his nose moved slightly, and he said in an indifferent tone.

Xu Zilong rubbed his nose, sneered, and said, "If I leave a last word and ask you to notify someone to avenge me and kill you, will you also help me convey my last words?"

Chu Yang's delicate little face moved slightly, he was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Look at the mood ......" Before it ended, it seemed that he was unwilling to hurt the fragile soul of the soul who was about to go to the underworld to report, he muttered for a while, and added: "Maybe, you can stay and try." “

Xu Zilong's expression was slightly weird, as if he was stunned by the young man's answer, he was slightly sluggish, threw the arrow box behind him in front of him, and took out a red and black arrow from the arrow box, "This arrow is left to me, there are three unique rockets in this arrow box, one wind, five ordinary arrows, since it is a pear wood bow is no more, I will no longer exist, these things are useless no matter how reluctant I am, after all, they are about to be your spoils." ”

"Why, are you still unwilling to agree to such a small request?"

Looking at the young man's slightly frowning brows, Xu Zilong's face was a little bitter.

"Okay! This arrow is for you, you are the first archer I have ever met, and I am willing to give you respect. ”

Chu Yang thought for a while, nodded solemnly, his delicate little face, and his expression was slightly sincere.

"Thank you...... By the way, I would like to remind you, you will definitely meet an archer who is more powerful than me in the future, although I am not a weapon, but I am the apprentice of the arrow god after all!" Xu Zilong grinned, and the arrow in his hand turned into a ball of light and shot into his eyebrows.