"But you-"

He suddenly stepped forward and asked angrily, "You don't remember me!" Why don't you remember me! 300,000 years...... 300,000 years of loneliness in endless darkness in exchange for just a sentence of 'Who are you'? ”

"Can you. Be quiet. ”

Yang Gang slapped his head with a headache, this mysterious person was also a little too noisy.

At the same time, under the influence of the flower on the other side, there seemed to be countless memories tumbling in his mind, but because of some strange restriction between heaven and earth, the memory was suppressed in his mind.

This made Yang Gang inevitably a little irritable, and his tone naturally carried a bit of emotion.

“……”

The mysterious man couldn't help but froze when he heard this.

Originally, with his arrogant personality, he shouldn't have cared about Yang Gang's attitude. But for some reason, the majesty that seemed to come from countless years ago made him involuntarily stand up straight.

He replied, "My name is Pommon." ”

"Pongmeng?"

Yang Gang's eyes flashed with thought.

Suddenly.

A vague memory flashed through my mind.

That was in ancient times.

Yang Gang spent the last few years with Su'e. He has begun to deliberately distance himself from each other, making friends from all walks of life, and dreaming of death all day long.

There seems to be such a scene in my memory.

He was very drunk, and on the way he met a young man.

"Yi, please teach me archery! I want to be a big hero too......" he stood respectfully on the side of the road.

"Archery? Where do I know what archery, don't teach! Yang Gang was so drunk that he couldn't speak, and directly waved his hand impatiently to refuse.

Afterward.

Again and again.

The young man was stuck in Yang Gang's way home, and Yang Gang never agreed to teach archery. I only remember one time, he asked the other party curiously, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Pommon." The young man subconsciously stood up straight and replied.

The memory is gone here.

After obtaining the Long River of Destiny, Yang Gang's memories have been added up to more than 10,000 years.

If he had kept everything in mind, his mind would have been exhausted.

Therefore, he did not remember whether he finally accepted the other party as an apprentice. Because this one thing is not important at all in those countless fragmentary memories.

If you really accept it.

In the future, if he has the opportunity to return to the ancient times, he will definitely twist the neck of this rebellious disciple with his own hands!

However, because of the factor of Hanxiang, it is impossible for him to go to the ancient times because of the curiosity in his heart.

This scene between the ancient and the present world is as if two timelines overlapped.

Not only Yang Gang was full of thoughts.

Standing on the lonely boat of the River Styx, Xiaomeng's heart is also very complicated.

"You're ...... now. Remember? There was a hint of anticipation in his tone.

It seems that getting Yang Gang's recognition is very important and important to him.

"I have practiced all of your archery techniques, and even improved in 300,000 years, standing on my own in the Netherworld. You must have been surprised when you saw that arrow just now, right? ”

"Tell me! Right? ”

"Master!"

Eager rage echoed in the void, as if containing an eternal obsession.

At this time, not only Yang Gang saw it, but even the onlookers Amitabha Buddha and the Twelve Witch Ancestors also saw that this ancient archer called 'Xiaomeng' seemed to have a bit of a problem with his brain.

It's right to have a problem.

Anyone who has been in the endless gloomy cycle for 300,000 years will have something wrong with their brains.

"Well, it's okay."

Yang Gang nodded indifferently.

Then.

A pendant was taken out of his bosom.

The light flashed.

A longbow as translucent as a spar suddenly appeared in his hand, and the fiery red energy flowed in the bow body like liquid, and the vermilion bowstring was full of thick red dust power, like the way of heaven that could not be cut off.

"Tong Gong. Sudan. ”

Xiao Meng's expression was shocked.

The evil maniac's resentful face quickly turned into a calm color, and he looked at the bow and arrow in Yang Gang's hand with great solemnity.

"Three hundred thousand years have passed, and this arrow is still in your hand."

"It's not a Tong bow, it's a Tong bow."

Yang Gang shook his head.

The divine bow without the power of Hanxiang only carries the ultimate masculine power in his body, so it can naturally only be called a Tong bow.

"Hahahaha, I see!"

Xiao Meng suddenly let out a burst of wild laughter, "Tong Gong Su Yu has turned into Tong Gong, you can only exert half of the power of the past. Even half of it is far inferior to ...... And now I have long surpassed you at the beginning. ”

"Yi, today is your death! I will defeat you with my own strength! ”

"Heh~~"

Yang Gang shook his head without any excuse.

His strength at this time was indeed far inferior to that of the ancient shooting sun.

But.

You are a monk hiding in the darkness of reincarnation, and you are not the ten brilliant golden crows!

"No more gossip."

"If you want to kill me, then come!"

Voice implementation.

The divine bow slowly opened in Yang Gang's hand.

An invisible flame divine arrow condensed in an instant, rotating automatically like a breath, condensing the world's most masculine power on the tip of the arrow.

"Good!"

On the other side, Xiao Meng also raised the wooden bow in his hand, put the pot of arrows taken from reincarnation on his back on the bowstring, and slowly pulled the longbow.

A terrifying aura rose into the sky.

The sea of blood in the River Styx has no wind and waves, and it rolls up irregular waves.

Yang Gang looked at Xiao Meng below, and couldn't help but cheer up.

This person...... Very strong indeed!

The onlookers, such as Lai, the Twelve Witch Ancestors, and even the figures hiding in the shadows in the distance, felt that the two terrifying auras that seemed to be able to break through the barrier of reincarnation were separated one after another, lest they be affected by the aftermath.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath.

Quietly watch as two peerless archers are about to start a shocking duel on the River Styx.

One breath.

Two breaths.

After three breaths.

'Woo-'

'Woo-'

Two peerless arrows suddenly broke through the air.

The red arrows were like a great sun rising under the Nine Shadows, illuminating the surrounding tens of thousands of miles in a blazing white. The gray-brown arrows seem to be able to swallow all the light, containing all the negative emotions in this world, dark and treacherous......

Bite~~

A crisp crash sounded in the void.

When everyone thought that a shocking collision was about to break out.

The two arrows that had been endowed with peerless archery skills actually tilted slightly at the same time as if they were tacitly understanding, and the brightest light in the world and the darkest colors passed by, and the void shattered inch by inch.

Then they accelerated suddenly, each shooting towards the other's eyebrows.

"What!"

Countless people exclaimed at the same time.

This blow.

The two of them didn't care about themselves, and they wanted to kill each other in exchange for their lives!

This is a deadly way to play!

But only the two people in the duel knew it in their hearts.

None of them are sure that they will crush each other with absolute power.

Therefore.

The only way to do this is to give up all your defenses.

At this time, if anyone still has any idea of luck, they will definitely be ...... by the other party Kill with one arrow.