Yuan Thirteen frowned slightly.

He didn't expect Chen Zhuo to be dead, and he didn't expect this person to escape to death under his arrows.

It's obviously an arrow through the heart.

It's just that he didn't have time to think about it, looking at the dark golden arrow cluster in front of him, his face suddenly changed, and his body was unexpected, his speed was no longer fast to describe, unimaginable body style, under the moon seemed to have more than a dozen moving phantoms in an instant, all changing, like a doppelganger, unpredictable.

In fact, just when Chen Zhuo opened his eyes and spit out his knife, and opened the bow with an arrow, Chu Xiangyu on the side had already shouted: "Do it!" ”

Qi Shaoshang's body is vertical, he raises his sword to make a move, the green mangs come and go, the sword light is bright and dazzling, the sword wind swishes through the air, and he has made a killing move.

Chu Xiangyu himself also moved, his beard and hair were all open, like an angry lion, holding it with one hand, the palm was cold, and a cold energy had been far away on the body of Yuan Thirteen Limit, turning into several palm shadows and splitting out.

"Sun-chasing arrow!"

Yuan Thirteen's face suddenly turned blue, and then turned white, not because of shame and anger, but because of the vision of his mysterious kung fu, and the eyes of the yin owl flowed with two golden lights.

A few feet away in front of him, the sun-chasing arrow has already been killed.

The golden light of the arrow cluster flowed, and there was no arrow shadow, only a faint light flashed from everyone's eyes, and it was gone in a blink of an eye, which was extremely amazing.

Looking at this ray of arrow light, feeling that the killing intent on the arrow was firmly locked on him, Yuan Thirteen's sharp eyes opened and then narrowed, and he praised without hesitation: "Good! ”

This man's voice was hoarse and hoarse, but there was a strange penetrating power, like a wolf's howl.

Just the word "good" came out, and a wisp of brilliant sword qi suddenly spat out of his mouth, forcing Qi Shaoshang to retreat, and at the same time his feet sank.

The moment he landed, a violent energy swept out of his body, the black hula swept like a cloud, the ground under his feet shook the mountains, the mountains seemed to shake three times, the birds flew and the beasts walked, and the hustle and bustle arose.

When the three of them staggered out, they saw the thirteenth limit of the Yuan standing like a mountain, an arrow behind them was stuck obliquely on the ground, and half of the black cloth was rolled in the wind and fell not far away.

Seeing that there was an extra gap in the big dye on his body, Yuan Thirteen looked at Chen Zhuo with an expressionless face.

"Sure enough, it's a magic arrow...... Looking at the world, you are the first person who has the courage to shoot an arrow in front of me, and you are also the first person who can hurt me with an arrow. ”

He rubbed his right hand, his five fingers were spread, and there was already a bloody mark on the palm of his hand, which was not unscathed, but nine times out of ten he was injured by the cluster of arrows in order to catch the arrow.

But Chen Zhuo seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, his eyebrows were piercing and tingling, his face was pale and bloodless, and there was no trace of joy; Because there is only one "Sun Chasing Divine Arrow", Zhuge Zheng and I only took one for him, if an arrow can't seriously injure him and retreat, then he will lose the opportunity.

Chu Xiangyu and Qi Shaoshang have formed horns with Chen Zhuo, and surrounded the Yuan Thirteen Limit.

Yuan Thirteen was unmoved, and with a flip of his palm, the blood stains were gone, and even the blood stains were gone.

He glanced at Chen Zhuo, Chu Xiangyu, and Qi Shaoshang, and opened his mouth and said six words in a slow voice.

"Stomach ache!"

"Headache!"

"Heartache!"

Qi Shaoshang was halfway through, and suddenly heard "belly pain" into his ears, and suddenly felt that the pain in his abdomen was like a twist, as if his liver and intestines were broken, his body was shocked, his long sword was clubbed, his eyebrows were tangled, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

When Chu Xiangyu heard the "headache", his face sank, and he snorted, and a wisp of blood had flowed from his nostrils, and he only felt that his headache was splitting.

And Chen Zhuoji followed in the footsteps of the two at the same time, he frowned, stood up slowly, pressed his left hand on his right chest, and pressed his five fingers one by one, his strength penetrated, the severe pain suddenly dissipated, and his face became whiter.

He can actually hurt the enemy with his thoughts.

"Concentrate!"

Chu Xiangyu snorted coldly, his eyes glazed down.

When Qi Shaoshang heard this, his mind condensed, and the brilliance in his eyes was bright and dark, and he also broke free.

Without waiting for the three of them to take a breath, the figure of the Yuan Thirteen Limit in front of them flickered, and from head to toe it seemed to be covered with a layer of water-like brilliance, and then his shoulders shook, turning from one to three, and it seemed that three identical selves rushed out of his body, shocking the world.

However, the most shocking thing is that the Yuan Thirteen Limit deity is still in place, standing with his hands behind his back, watching coldly, jokingly laughing, but there is an extra phantom in front of the three of them.

Too fast, a flash was already in front of him, crossing a distance of seven or eight feet, like a ghost attacking.

The three phantom attacks are not the same, one is out of the palm, one is with a finger, and the other is with a fist.

The blood-colored cloak behind Chu Xiangyu rose out of nowhere, his eyes were wide open, bright and impressive, his head was full of black hair and no wind, his palms were raised, his palms were cold and hot, as if he was condensed into substance, and his face was also split into two colors, half red and half green, like pushing a mountain and shaking the mountain, and greeted him with his palm.

Everywhere the palm of the hand, the sand is flying and the stones are gone, the plants and trees are burning, and the soil and stones are covered with frost.

Qi Shaoshang raised his sword, did not retreat but advanced, with a "bang", the green mang on the sword grew a little longer, sneered, stabbed when he raised the sword, the long sword broke through the air, and disappeared in a flash, in order to meet the attacking sword finger.

Chen Zhuo's face shook, only to feel that the killing machine was coming, and this kind of method was almost close to the magic spells in those Zhi Monsters.

With the ability of foresight, he shrank back and avoided it, and smashed his fist, and the fist shook the air like a muffled thunder, and it was the phantom of the punch.

But a strange scene appeared, Yuan Thirteen Limit squeezed in, and instantly overlapped with the phantom in front of Chen Zhuo, turning from virtual to real.

The fist that had been avoided turned his wrist and made a move with him.

As soon as he fought, Yuan Thirteen's eyes showed a strange color, which seemed to be interesting, but he suddenly turned around again, took two steps in a row, and coincided with the phantoms in front of Chu Xiangyu and Qi Shaoshang one by one, and at the same time fought swords and palms.

All this seems to have a front and a back, and there are many variables, but in fact, it is just a breath, and it is up and down in an instant, just like Yuan Thirteen Limit just walked a few steps in front of the three of them, and defeated them.

The sword in Qi Shaoshang's hand trembled, and someone stabbed a finger hole in the bright and bright sword with his flesh.

Chen Zhuo was hit hard, and the muscles of his entire right arm were trembling wildly.

And Chu Xiangyu ......

Although he had been defeated in the hands of Zhuge Zheng, his skills were also extraordinary, and at this moment, life and death were in front of him, and he was caught alive.

The two are already fighting against each other for internal strength.

"Duke Chu, I'm here to help you!"

Qi Shaoshang hurriedly pressed the blood in his throat, and flew forward, and the person had flashed behind Chu Xiangyu, shouted angrily, pushed it up with his palm, and fell on his back.

The internal force is surging, the energy is flowing, the two are two enemies and one, and the internal force is in one place; For a while, the breath was riotous, the robe was agitated, and the wisps of qi were immediately seen swimming away under the skin and flesh, and the blood vessels and tendons on the back of the hands were all protruding, expanding to the surface of the body, and the scene was really thrilling.

Yuan Thirteen Limit Mo frowned, the tall Shenwu body and bones stood still, and his long hair was agitated, like a demon god.

Chen Zhuo swallowed the sweetness of his throat, his eyes were cold, and he suddenly put down the bow and pestle, and he lifted his eyelids and looked at the bright moon above his head, and he didn't know whether it was the bright moon or the bright moon.

Take a long breath, and a wisp of cold breath has entered your throat like water.

Chen Zhuo's muscles and muscles tightened, as if he shivered, his eyes flashed, like a divine ape, bent his legs and squatted, shrugged his shoulders, and the person had disappeared in place.

The method of moon refining.

The corners of the eyes of the three people who were deadlocked in the field suddenly saw Chen Zhuo disappear, just for a moment and a half, there were already more figures behind Yuan Thirteen Limit, a drill fist, and his heart smashed down, the qi on the fist flowed, the telekinesis was wrapped, the fist fell, and the moonlight under the fist was faintly blurred.

"Ahh

The long howl is terrifying, like the mad howl of an ape, like the howl of a wolf.

There were no waves on the surface of the Yuan Thirteenth Limit, and the long hair was agitated like waves, and the strength of the body was visibly swelled under the struggle of internal forces.

His name is Yuan Thirteen Limits, and his thirteen stunts are all limited to others, and at this moment, he meets the enemy with his back.

At the moment when Chen Zhuo's fist fell, a flash of brilliance flashed behind him, and he appeared again.

A phantom shadow came out from the back of the thirteenth limit of the Yuan.

This is one of its seventy-seven thaumatururgies, the Dafa of Shadow Clone.

But Chen Zhuo seemed to have expected it, his body turned, suddenly disappeared, flashed, and appeared on his right side, punching out.

A punch fell, and his body turned into a wisp of green smoke again, swept to the left side of the Yuan Thirteen Limit, and threw another punch.

Although the two punches are sequential, they are so fast that it is difficult for the naked eye to find, and they happen almost at the same time, and it seems that Chen Zhuo is divided into two, making moves left and right.

Yuan thirteen limits the fighting power under the palm, not moving like a mountain, the left and right sides of the body are doppelgangers, and the shadows are incarnated, killing Chen Zhuo.

But they all pounced.

The next moment, the moonlight above Yuan Thirteen's head was hidden, and a figure was already in the air.

Yuan Thirteen Limit seemed to have already understood Chen Zhuo's offensive, suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth and spit out, a wisp of sharp qi had flown out from between his teeth, and his mouth was like thunder and shouted: "Pour!" ”

This is a drink of divine power, in order to hurt the enemy.

But at this sound, Chen Zhuo not only did not fall, but the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger, and the surging Shenhua in his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he almost burst out of his eyes.

The four eyes were facing each other, and the eyes of the Yin Owl of the Yuan Thirteenth Limit seemed to light up, as if he had lost his mind for a moment, but he had already repeated his clarity in an instant.

And that wisp of qi had hit Chen Zhuo's right chest, splashing a blood flower.

At the same time, Yuan Thirteen Limit saw a powerful fist smashed down in the air, and he only had time to tilt his head.

"Boom!"

The dust flew, Yuan Thirteen's feet sank sharply, and a cracked pit collapsed, and he was punched in the shoulder, and he faintly heard a bone crack.

As soon as the fist fell, Chen Zhuo turned over steadily, landed and swung his fist, and smashed towards the temple of the thirteenth limit of Yuan.

Yuan thirteen's neck returned to normal, and the already gloomy face suddenly condensed like frost, turning into ice, and the cold made people shiver, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring, and there was a change in the end.

He suddenly withdrew a palm, rubbed and withdrew his left hand, and grabbed it towards Chen Zhuo, and the palm of his hand was violent, and a great suction force was born out of thin air, and the fist that he withdrew was absorbed into the palm of his hand.

Chen Zhuo's face changed instantly, and as soon as he stretched his five fingers, he wanted to shake back the other party with his palms, but unexpectedly, the two palms were closed, and they were firmly sucked together.

A terrifying internal force, like a mountain and a sea, stretched its arms upward, rampage, domineering and unmatched.

Seeing this, Chu Xiangyu on the side looked tight, and his right hand was wrapped around it, and he had already put on Chen Zhuo's other hand.

In an instant, a hot palm power that was as hot as fire came with it.

The sleeve of Chen Zhuo's right arm suddenly spontaneously combusted without fire and was burned to ashes, even under his exposed flesh, there was fire flowing and flowing, lighting up half of his body, and red light flowed.

The other half is dust.

Sandwiched between the two masters, Chen Zhuo's calm expression has finally changed a lot.

Exactly, catastrophe is coming.

(End of chapter)