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At the same time, without sword intent, Dao Zhen could only rush down the steps as fast as he could. His instincts told him that the enemy was about to fire a dark arrow in the shadows, and to his surprise, the enemy did not move after a few seconds. A short distance from the last step of the stairs, he leaped from where he was, and in the air, he felt unnatural, so he climbed forward, forcing himself back to the ground. At this moment, an arrow passed by the wall, the direction was the direction he was in the air just now, the arrow almost flew past his body, Dao Zhen was shocked into a cold sweat, it turned out that the enemy had been aiming at him, fortunately he had a hunch, and the reaction was very fast, otherwise he would have been hit.

In view of the flaws that would be exposed in the air, he could only continue to move forward at an unhurried pace, and after two blinks, he saw the enemy, still a gargoyle, but the weapon in his hand had turned into a bow, and he still carried a quiver behind his back, and there were two arrows in the quiver. At the same time that he saw the enemy, the enemy was aimed at him early, and before he could stand firm, the bow and arrow were fired. There was a slight sound of breaking wind in his ears, and Dao Zhen saw an extremely thin arrow flying towards him at an extremely fast speed. He waved the sword in his hand, and drew a white sword light in front of him, and the two sprayed together, and the sword light was penetrated, and it continued to fly towards him. Dao Zhen continued to emit a sword light, feeling that the sword light would not work, and when Dao Zhen confronted each other, his knees were lower, his body was bent parallel to the ground, and the arrow once again grazed his body and flew past.

After the gargoyle shoots an arrow, he does not rush to shoot a second arrow, but walks towards the next room. He walked faster than the gargoylets in the previous two rooms, and he had already walked a considerable distance during the time that Dao Zhen had fought against the arrows. Dao Zhen knew that the flying arrows could not be suppressed with sword light alone, and it was only useful to catch up. But now that the enemy was walking in a hurry, Dao Zhen knew that the gargoyle would sneak attack at any time, but he didn't dare to speed up, so he had to pursue it with the right speed.

The enemy took two steps and stopped, and Dao Zhen also stopped immediately, and when he heard the sound of a slingshot, he dodged in response, not wanting the enemy to release an empty arrow. "Oh, your trick is so old-fashioned. Dao Zhen smiled secretly. Seeing that the enemy was using this method, he deliberately quickened his pace, but he secretly condensed his qi in it, concentrating all the strength of his body on his hands, and was bound to crush the enemy. The gargoyle turned his back to him, couldn't see his movements, only sensed his rising momentum, showed a weird smile, took three steps, stopped again, put the arrow he should have sent out on the bow, pulled the bow, stretched the string, but was not in a hurry to shoot out, and after a while, the entire bow and arrow emitted a bright firelight, and Dao Zhen also saw the firelight, and secretly shouted that it was not good, and he fell into the enemy's trap. But the arrow had to be fired, and once he stopped, the momentum could not reach the state just now, and the best opportunity was lost for him, so he had to rush over. At this time, the enemy turned around, aimed at him, fired the arrow, and after that, without looking at him, continued to walk towards the door. Dao Zhen saw a ball of fire rushing towards him, and the scorching wave of qi seemed to melt him, Dao Zhen urged the internal force to try not to affect himself. Then he saw the extremely thin end of the arrow in the next instant, and for a moment, the arrow had already flown in front of him. Dao Zhen immediately stabbed the sword in his hand to the end of the arrow with all his strength, and then continuously transmitted his power to the tip of the sword, and the two huge energies held each other, each forming a red and gold barrier, Dao Zhen felt so uncomfortable, and urged the strength of his body to hit the hilt of the sword holding the sword in his right hand with his left hand, and transmitted the power to the tip of the sword. Holding on for a moment, the flying arrow finally couldn't bear it, and the last energy was released, and the two huge energies collided, making a loud "boom" sound, and Dao Zhen was pushed several meters away by the generated air wave, and then fell to the ground. Dao Zhen stood up strongly, the blood in his body surged, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, making himself feel a lot better. Fortunately, the explosion did not hurt his body, and when he looked at the portrait again, he still walked gracefully towards the door, only a few steps away from the door.

Dao Zhen thought that if he shot another arrow, he would definitely not be able to dodge. But the gargoyle was about to move to the next room, so how could Dao Zhen miss such an opportunity. The body turns into an afterimage, the first step, leap up, and the second step continues to move forward, in such a roundabout way. This move is the previous "Shadow Seven Fencing" taught by Wei Zun, this is the first time Dao Zhen has used it in battle, and he doesn't know how many steps he can take. The gargoyle ignored him because he had reached the end of his life. In the next second, the gargoyle walked into the next room, and Dao Zhen took the fifth step, which was already his limit, and the follow-up move was a non-skippable one, naturally, Dao Zhen slashed into the air.

Dao Zhen saw the gargoyle enter the fourth room, on the one hand, he was happy, because the enemy took the initiative to give up one room, and the fourth room was the last room, and on the other hand, he was worried, he didn't know if the enemy went in to replenish the arrows, but no matter how he thought about it, the pursuit was the most practical. Dao Zhen first glanced at the sword in his hand, and then quickly rushed into the last room.

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