Li Xuanfeng waited for a while, and the two monks had already begun to fight among themselves.

Since Zha Wu pretended to be a member of the Situ family, Li Xuanfeng knew that there was a good show to watch in the next nine out of ten, so he stepped on the golden shuttle and stood in the air, waiting quietly.

Seeing that the two monks flew to the north and fought in the air, Li Xuanfeng raised his left hand, pulled down the longbow behind his back, clenched it with one hand, controlled the strings with the other, glanced at it coldly, and chose Mu Tuo without hesitation.

"This person is easy to kill, and it is easy to be alarmed and flee back to the formation, kill this person first."

He exhaled, his eyes widened, his black gold armor emitted brilliance, and a golden arrow made of pure gold jumped out of the quiver on his waist, which was obediently placed on the string.

The Jin Geng longbow in his hand has long been recast in Yishan City, and now it is not what it used to be, the bow is eight feet long and six inches, and the horn is three feet long and five inches, which is a little longer than back then, showing a dark golden color, and the whole body is full of brilliance.

If it stands on the ground, it is a head taller than ordinary Zhao people, and now it is flat, like a siege crossbow.

This golden light arrow is also a magic weapon, about four feet long, and there is no too complicated pattern, smooth and sharp, beautiful lines, after thousands of tempers by the refiners of southern Xinjiang, it is as heavy as an iron ox.

"Da Da Da ......"

Li Xuanfeng slowly pulled the bowstring, and the golden bow in his hand turned from flat to oblique, eight feet long, looking far away in the air, like a big eagle with open wings.

"Whoa!"

The golden light became thicker and thicker, Li Xuanfeng squinted his eyebrows, his gaze spanned a hundred miles, and he stared coldly at Mu Tuo's ugly face.

"Go!"

Li Xuanfeng suddenly let go of his hand, and the golden Xuan Arrow in his hand suddenly disappeared into the air, he didn't look at the result, but hooked the second Golden Light Xuan Arrow to fall on the string and aim again.

……

As soon as Mu Tuo wiped the blood from his face, his heart suddenly fell into a deep panic, and the blood on his face spurted out like dewdrops, one after another, and he screamed:

"Save ......!"

He had just spit out a word, and the four guests had already noticed his abnormality, and had to step back and plan to join forces to save his life, but they heard a buzz.

"Buzz..."

A few people looked at it, and Mu Tuo's white head disappeared.

The cut of his neck was as smooth as a mirror, and at the edge of his neck there were many thin strips of flesh drawn out, waving in the air, as if trying to regrow the head, but when it exceeded the cross-section, it broke off in unison.

Zhao Shi's vitality can only be compared to demon cultivation, Mu Tuo's hands danced in the air in a panic, it seemed that he was crushed under Kong Tingyun's golden mountain, and he was not so panicked, he took two steps in the air, touched his neck with both hands, but his five fingers fluttered and broke off when they touched the section.

"Buzz ......"

The second hum rose again, and Muda vanished, leaving only a few streaks of blood mist in the air.

Almost at the same time, the statues of several temples on Jindou Island exploded in unison, turning into stone dust all over the ground, and several babies exploded into a blood mist out of thin air, and the ground was covered with blood.

Several guests in the air and Cha Wu were stunned, and Mu Tuo was destroyed in front of these five foundation-building gods, and those who fought forgot to fight for a while, and those who fled forgot to escape.

Cha Wu felt an invisible connection slowly climb up his body, the senior brother Mu Tuo was destroyed in front of him, and the inheritance of Qin Ling Temple was naturally transferred to himself, and the things he thought about day and night were effortlessly started, but there was no joy on his face, and he said stupidly:

"What's... What is it... It's an arrow... It's an arrow..."

He coughed, spit out a little blood foam, felt that his face was like a knife, and his left cheek was covered with dense beads of blood, and he didn't have time to scream, so he pinched the trick in his hand and cast a spell, releasing a hundred golden lights.

His own strength is stronger than Mu Tuo, and now that Mu Tuo is dead, the inheritance of the temple has been transferred to himself, adding three points of power, but he has long been frightened, and a hundred golden lights surround his body, like a death, flying through the air.

A few guests from Jindou Island were shocked and frightened, and the people who were ordered to protect them were all destroyed in front of several people, how could the taste in their hearts be complicated? Looking at the blood mist in the air and the chastine Wu who fled desperately to the east, one said:

"This monk has many life-saving techniques... He may have been resurrected on the island. ”

The other man shook his head with fear on his face:

"Are you still chasing?"

Several people glanced at each other, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes, and silently chased the north in the wind, but the speed was so slow that it seemed to be enjoying the scenery.

Chalk Wu ran out for two miles, his body was cold, he only felt a buzzing in his ears, desperately retreated to the side, his arm was torn and painful, and when he looked down, there was already a bloody hole in his palm.

For Shi Xiu, this kind of injury is nothing, Shi Xiu does not re-shape, the body can be changed and kneaded at will, and as long as he caresses it lightly on weekdays, he can fill in the hole in his hand.

But now the wound was dripping with blood, and Cha Wu only felt that the stinging pain was numb, and there was no sign of healing, the pupils of his eyes were dilated, and his heart was at a loss.

Li Xuanfeng's attack is extremely powerful, it's not that Chalk Wu has never encountered such an enemy, often the spells mastered by the descendants of the Immortal Sect are like this... But what really makes chalk free is this:

"Where is he?"

This attack is extremely fast, as if it is shuttling from the void, and it seems to be boundless and endless, Chalk Wu doesn't even know where the other party is, he is sacrificing his life to escape, in the end he is far away from the other party... Or are you getting closer to each other?

The unknown is more terrible than the powerful, and you can't even see the shadow of the enemy, how much consumption does this have for the enemy? How many time intervals are there? And how far is the attack range? Crucine Wutong didn't know anything, only felt a silent chill behind him, and his chest began to dripping with blood.

"He's teasing me, damn it!"

Crucane Wu rose a trace of enlightenment, and cast the spell again, and the three-headed and six-armed figure appeared behind him, and shouted:

"Blessing the Dharma, crying golden body!"

His skin suddenly lit up, turning from red to brilliant gold, as if it were made of brass, unmatched, and tiny incantations emerged, dancing on his skin.

"Poof!"

However, the next moment, he spurted out a mouthful of pale golden blood, and the golden mist spread in the air, looking quite fantastic in the sunlight.

Cha Wu's chest was empty, leaving a hole the thickness of a small arm, and he could see the turquoise sea water behind him, and with the blessing of this Dharma Body, he saw the golden shadow clearly for the first time:

A golden arrow, like a slender phoenix, bright and clear... Brilliance flows.

He forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, touched the wound lightly, and finally had the bottom:

"It turns out that this kind of power is like this, if it is placed before the fall of Maha, this Dharma Body can still block it... It's a pity. ”

Thank you for the alliance leader and reward of the big guy in the market~

(End of chapter)