Ji Ya spat angrily.

"Phew, villain who fell into the well."

"Villain?"

Feng Leng Zen opened his arms and swept his eyes.

"Look, do you have anything like me?"

"Even if the cultivation of the exercises is not as good as me, the disciples who accept them are also a group of wrecks."

"You ......"

The disciples of the White Horse Hall were all angered by his words, but their strength was not as good as that of the other party.

Feng Leng Zen pretended to be scared: "Tut-tut, I'm angry, apprentices, I'm so scared ......"

"Hahahaha."

Shen Yu Lin Fang, there was immediately a burst of laughter.

Feng Leng Zen continued to stimulate Ji Ya short, "The only disciple who is still a climate, but you expelled him from the sect, you say it yourself, let me say what is good for you?" ”

"You...... Don't get too complacent. ”

The corners of Ji Ya's short mouth were a little bruised, it seemed that the two had fought before, and the result was obvious.

"The so-called open side of the net, we will see each other in the future, and I will also show you a clear way, that is...... Be my semicolon. ”

"You Dream ......"

Feng Lengzen's eyes began to become ruthless, "You can think about it, if I fire a thousand arrows, you will have no room." ”

Ji Ya slammed the spear into the ground, and said righteously: "I, Baimatang, admit death and not surrender." ”

"Admit death and not surrender." The disciples of the White Horse Hall all spoke in unison.

Feng Leng Zen nodded, "Backbone, but...... It's stupid. ”

As soon as his words fell, the disciples behind him began to put on the bow and arrows, and for a while, the cold light of the bow body lit up, dotted with stars, and the killing intent was forested.

"Kill."

This killing, the wind cold Zen shouted freely, as if this White Horse Hall was already in his pocket.

The wind broke, arrows came like rain, Ji Ya led everyone to resist hard, although they tried their best, but many disciples fell to the ground and were injured.

Before they could take a breather, the second wave of arrows from the Shenyu Gate shot again.

Feng Xiangshi looked at the White Horse Hall disciple who was powerless to resist and suddenly felt bored, and just shot an arrow at random.

Several waves of arrows rained down one after another, and only a few scattered disciples were still standing in place, and the others fell to the ground, wailing incessantly, dead or wounded.

Feng Leng Zen held the horned bow into his hand, and his face was already filled with the joy of victory.

"Brother Ji, let me give you one last ride!"

The fingers pulled the string, the bow body slowly bent into an arc, there was no arrow in the palm, but there was heaven and earth spiritual power as an arrow, and the ordinary-looking horned bow began to emit blue light, more and more prosperous.

The strong wind blew on his face, Ji Ya was short-hearted and unwilling, but he couldn't do anything, he knew that he couldn't dodge the eighth arrow, he thought of the stubborn back of leaving, he said that he would regret it when he left, yes, he regretted it. Although he asked Nanhai for help, he didn't know if he would come, and now it seems that he won't.

Ji Ya's short expression suddenly became resolute, his face was calm, he threw away the spear, put his hands behind his back, and calmly faced the arrow of the earth spirit with the blue arc, yes, he had accepted death, but he had to die standing up.

The qi around his body was locked by this arrow, the air was dispersed like water waves, and Ji Ya slowly closed his eyes.

The wind-cold Zen fingers let go, and the spiritual power blue arrow launched a sonic boom, stirring the heavens and the earth, and shooting straight out.

At the critical moment when he was pierced through the throat by an arrow, a silver spear broke through the sea of clouds and flew from the sky, piercing the blue arrow alive with a ding, and the spear was nailed into the stone platform with a bang, leaving only half of the hilt of the gun.

Feng Leng Chan opened his eyes violently, and looked at the person who came with some incredulity, hasn't he been expelled from the division? How did you come back again?

Ji Jinghou fell in front of his master, grabbed it with his five fingers, and the spear returned to his hand.

"You want to destroy the White Horse Hall, have you asked me Ji Jinghou?"

The brocade clothes were displayed, the white horse stood with a gun, and Ji Jinghou's mighty shout was like thunder, echoing in the sky and earth for a long time.

"Senior brother, it's senior brother who is back."

The surviving disciples of the White Horse Hall wept with joy, if he had died in the middle of the night, the White Horse Hall would no longer exist.

Wu Xiangshi suddenly came to his senses, walked out of the ranks, and said with some contempt: "I heard that you are already the king of war, I don't believe it." ”

Ji Jinghou didn't even look at him, but said lightly: "Now you, no." ”

"Humph! I'd like to see what you're capable of. ”

Wu Xiangshi walked in front of the person and pulled out the stance, Feng Lengzen didn't stop him, obviously he also wanted to see how deep he was, if the arrow just now was just a trick, the White Horse Hall would just have one more corpse.

Wu Xiangshi's bow is longer than his height, why choose it this way, only he knows in his heart, although the short bow is dexterous, it can also be more compatible with Bai Hong's light feather step, but the advantage of the long bow is that the power of one arrow and many beads is stronger, and he has not been able to break through the barrier of the eighth arrow, so he has worked hard to study the one bow and more beads of the sixth arrow, which he thinks is stronger than his senior brother, in the face of the former defeated generals whose breath has changed greatly, he did not underestimate the enemy, and he is his own mastery together.

A bow shot, seven arrows in a row, these seven arrows seem to be out of order, in fact, they are indeed scattered, there is a lot of mystery, Wu Xiangshi has confidence, this seven arrows war king in the strong can also fight.

Ji Jinghou held the gun in one hand, pointed at the sky casually a few times, and then picked up the tip of the gun, and then retracted his posture.

Ding ding, a few white gun shadows appeared in mid-air, and the seven arrows that Wu Xiangshi thought were flying one after another.

The latter suddenly felt a terrifying qi coming from under his feet, but unfortunately it was too late, and he was hit by a shot from the silver mang that appeared out of thin air.

"This ...... How can it be? ”

Wu Xiangshi fell unwillingly, and his eyes were full of horror before he closed.

In the past, his subordinates were defeated, and today there is a difference between cloud and mud, even if Wu Xiangshi does not die, it will be difficult to have much interest in the future.

Feng Pengfei, the senior brother of the Shenyu Sect, stood up angrily while being surprised.

No, Feng Lengzen stopped him.

"You are not his opponent, the rumors are true, he can fight the king of the land."

"Master......" Feng Pengfei was still a little unwilling.

"Don't be brave."

"Yes."

When he retreated, the momentum of the disciples of the Divine Feather Sect fell by half.

"It's me who underestimated you, if my guess is right, you've already learned the thunder trick."

Feng Leng Zen squinted slightly, if he didn't solve this kid today, Shen Yumen was afraid that there would be endless troubles.

"What? Thunderbolt? ”

Except for Ji Yaxiao, who had already known about this before, the disciples of the two factions were shocked, but the disciples on the side of the White Horse Hall were overjoyed.

"I'm a little curious, where did you learn the thunderbolt?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

Since Ji Jinghou entered the White Horse Hall, he has lived under their humiliation and fist power, and he will not have the slightest kindness to the people of the Shenyu Sect.

"It seems that you and I will have a battle today."

"I also want to know, which is more important between you and the earth king of the Heavenly King Sect."

Lip to tongue sword, Ji Jinghou is neither humble nor arrogant, but he wants to pass the other party in terms of momentum.

"Senior brother, defeat him."

"Senior brother, avenge us."

"Senior Brother killed him...... Kill him......"

There were already disciples crying, wiping their tears after speaking, and at this moment, the back of the brocade robe became the only support in their hearts.

The white horse neighed, the spear pierced through the thunder, Ji Jinghou moved, although he didn't turn around to look at them, but the hatred in his heart had accumulated to the extreme, so he took the lead.

The Earth King Spear vs. the Earth King Bow

A few white feathers were born under the feet of the wind cold Zen, and the body floated back a distance of several hundred meters, the gun was good at close combat, and the bow was the opposite, if the bow was close to the gun, it would be defeated, and on the contrary, if the bow was widened, the gun would not win.

Ji Jinghou snorted coldly in his heart, although the shot missed, but as soon as the white horse jumped, he stepped on his drum beat and chased after him.

Soul Xiaotian had analyzed to him in detail the subtlety and length of Bai Hong's light feather steps, and Ji Jinghou had cultivated hard over the years and found a way to deal with it.

No matter how he rises and falls, Ji Jinghou can always catch up closely, which is even more surprising than the latter knowing the thunder trick.

Just when Ji Jinghou was chasing with all his heart, a powerful arrow feather only shot straight at the door, Ji Jinghou raised his gun, the iron arrow grazed his cheek, and a warm heat suddenly flowed out.

"Boy, don't think that if I'm so close, I can't shoot an arrow."

Ji Jinghou wiped away the blood and thought to himself, this ground-level bow cultivation is really extraordinary.

But even so, he couldn't let it get away, so he chased after him again.