But who is the person?

Who else could it be besides Chen Zhuo.

Qi Shaoshang was overjoyed when he saw this, the pressure in front of him was empty, and the small arrow fell to the ground.

He looked at the appearance of the person in front of him and couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?" ”

It's just that Chen Zhuo's figure and appearance at this moment are really terrifying.

The shape is like dry bones, dry and thin like firewood, like the corpse that has been buried in the soil for ten days and a half and then dug up, and like an old man who has run out of oil and lamps, trembling and towering, skin and bones, bones and skin, supporting an empty green robe, his cheeks are collapsed, his eyes are sunken, no one is not a ghost.

This look, if anyone sees it, I'm afraid that if I don't get scared to death, I have to be scared.

The thin ones are no longer human-shaped, and even their heartbeats seem to be gone.

But this body, which seems to be about to breathe in the next moment and can be blown down by the wind, is unprecedentedly stable.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath with great effort, and lost the majesty of the tiger roaring and the dragon, like an old man who was about to rot wood.

But the words that came out of his mouth were reassuring.

Chen Zhuo said in a hoarse voice, "Great! ”

He spoke slowly and slowly, as if he was a little bothered, and as if his mouthpiece was shriveled.

He didn't have any strength in his every move, he was weak, as if he had become an ordinary person.

Indeed it is.

The flesh is like a furnace, the essence and blood are like firewood, and the five qi are like fire, and under the impetus of Yuan and Chu, he almost burned out his full body.

But although the spirit is weak, the "god" is stronger than ever.

At this moment, his essence and flesh were almost exhausted, and he was obviously weak, but Chen Zhuo felt stronger than ever, with the blessing of divine thoughts, even if his physical body was weak and could not help the wind, he also had extraordinary strength.

Yuan Thirteen was already pulling out the arrow, and he suddenly laughed wildly, full of madness, and a little crazy.

Since he realized the "sad little arrow", looking at the world, no one can compare with him along the way of the arrow, but now, Yuan Thirteen seems to see a trace of threat from this person, as well as curiosity, and covetousness.

This person's body has become a furnace, and he has really taken this step, if he complements his sad arrows, he will be able to reach the extreme, peak and peak, and reach the peak.

Moreover, he is sad that the little arrow has not yet been completed, just because the "Shanzi Sutra" has not yet been fully understood, and this person's means may be able to help him fight Zhuge Zhengme again.

He had nine small arrows in his quiver, but now he has gone to two of them, and there are still seven left...... Enough is enough!

The arrow cluster pointed directly, undisguised and pointed at Chen Zhuo, the opponent's arrow path has broken through, of course, it is necessary to compete, the arrow feather, the small arrow has disappeared on the string.

But more than one.

Two, three, four, five......

In an instant, Yuan Thirteen Limit had already shot five arrows in a row in a wild laugh.

Although there is a sequence of opening the bow, the five arrows fly in parallel, like chasing the stars and catching the moon, dragging out five dazzling green rays.

There is also a sixth arrow, and this arrow is aimed at Chu Xiangyu.

Yuan Thirteen wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth and spit out, and the moment the blood splashed on the ground had turned into ice slag, his face was also gloomy a lot, and he was injured.

They all have to die.

"Get behind me!"

The essence is decaying, Chen Zhuo's hair is white for one breath, one for ten breaths, the top of his head is white first, and when he looks at it again, it seems to be covered with a layer of silver frost and white snow, and his face is withered.

As he spoke, he tightened his five fingers, which were bulging from the joints and did not see the flesh, and held the bow in his hand.

He didn't catch the sun-chasing arrow, there was only one sun-chasing arrow, but there were five sad little arrows.

Chen Zhuo was not panicked, not afraid or afraid, even if there was no arrow on the string, he still did not hesitate to open the bow.

Qi Shaoshang was stunned, and the young man was also stunned, but as soon as Yuehua appeared, the two of them were dumbfounded and moved.

I don't know if it's dazzling or trance, on the obviously empty string, there is a vague arrow shadow flashing, formless and substantial, but it is real, the qi is flowing, and it is integrated into Chen Zhuo's supreme killing thoughts.

This ...... It's more than ten steps.

Killing thoughts into arrows.

Nothing is killed.

Qi Shaoshang looked at it in horror, squinted his eyes and stared, and then gasped, just because he had felt the edge on the string, and there was already an extra arrow there.

He saw it.

Chen Zhuo opened his bow and released the string, turning arrows into arrows.

The bowstring was fired five times in a row, and he had fired five arrows in a row.

Five arrows of thought went straight at the five sad arrows.

Obviously it seems to be empty, but the sad little arrow has not yet approached, but it has been blocked, "ding" twice, the void heard the sound of gold and iron, and then the arrow path changed, scattered like a meteor, besieged and killed Chen Zhuo.

The five arrows of killing intent were also like the gangrene of the bones, turning back and forth, and in an instant, the surrounding void was full of arrows flying back and forth, circling around Chen Zhuo.

"Get out of the way!"

Chen Zhuo greeted the two behind him, holding the bow in one hand and bending his fingers into a fist with the other, looking thin and weak, but at the moment of smashing, he burst out with an earth-shattering force.

It is the power of divine thought.

The thought was wrapped, and a punch was struck, and it was suddenly like the sky was falling, as if it was a demon King Kong, and he was able to subdue the outer way.

The fist fell silently.

But all the surrounding mountains and rocks were shattered under his fist, and they were incomparable.

Witnessing Chen Zhuo's method of "taking thought as the arrow", Yuan Thirteen's face completely changed, "Boy, hand over your means, this seat will spare you from death." ”

I have to say that this son is not only talented, but also has a strong heart, and even his luck is so good.

If you are not careful, you will never recover, and you will have to explain if you are afraid that others will die ten or ten.

But this kid broke the kettle and gave up his life, and he really got a chance to survive.

But just because you're alive doesn't mean you're going to win.

Chen Cun's divine thoughts have just begun, but they are still weak, and his physical body has almost reached the point where the oil is exhausted, and he is fighting with the five arrows at this moment, but after a few breaths, the Shenhua that emerged from his eyebrows is already rapidly graying and crumbling, and it is the arrow made of five wisps of divine thought, which is almost broken.

However, the most unexpected thing happened.

A red figure strode towards him, blood dripping from his chest, and there was already a hole, and it was Chu Xiangyu.

He hurried forward, his red cloak hunting and flying, his face was cold and pale, and then he rushed forward, but he didn't care about it, he gave up his body, grabbed it with one hand, and pushed Chen Zhuo out of the arrow ring.

The next moment.

"Puff puff ......"

Blood splashed, and all five arrows sank into Chu Xiangyu's body, rolling out a cloud of blood mist, and immediately fell heavily from mid-air.

He gave his life to block these five small arrows.

No, it's six.

As soon as the five arrows were eliminated, Chen Zhuo turned around, and his right hand had opened the bow like a full moon; There were no arrows on his bow, but the "Sun Chasing Divine Arrow" on the ground was strangely floating in the air, and the arrow cluster pointed to the thirteenth limit of the Yuan.

Everything flows smoothly and in one go.

Without a moment of hesitation, Chen Zhuo let go of the string, and the floating arrow immediately disappeared out of thin air, disappearing without a trace, as if hiding into the night dome, silently.

"Kill!"

The roar was terrifying.

Coincidentally, the Yuan Thirteen Limit actually made the same move as him, his eyes opened sharply, and he opened the bowstring angrily.

And the two of them are extremely similar to each other, there are no arrows on his crossbow, but the last arrow flies out of the quiver at the moment of opening the crossbow.

It was a small red arrow, like blood.

Then he was startled by the sound of the string vibrating, and the small red arrow had broken through the air and disappeared strangely under the gaze of everyone.

Thrilling, in an instant of life and death, a trace of arrow shadow appeared in front of the two of them, as if it was coming in an instant.

Yuan Thirteen Limit stared back, the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he almost wanted to burst out; He was a little on one foot, and when his body flew back, his left hand used the bow and crossbow in his hand as a staff, and suddenly slashed half a foot in front of him.

A staff crossed, and the heaven and earth in front of him seemed to be divided into two, the qi was cut off, and the moonlight seemed to be cut off.

This is the "first-line staff" method, and it is also one of its stunts.

The arrow shadow in front of him immediately slowed down, as if blocked by an invisible qi machine.

Yuan Thirteen suddenly laughed wildly in his mouth, grabbed it with his big hand, and the magic arrow was captured, but his laughter suddenly stopped.

An inconspicuous bead of blood suddenly flowed from the shaft of the arrow, flew out from the cluster of arrows, and shot into the left eye of Yuan Thirteen's widening eye.

It was the blood water scattered by Chu Xiangyu, and at this moment, under Chen Zhuo's thoughts, it was an arrow.

The heaven and earth in front of Yuan Thirteen Limits suddenly covered with a layer of blood, and a wisp of red blood flowed from the corner of his left eye.

"Hmm!"

The pain erupted.

It turned out that it was not only Chen Zhuo's arrows, but also the young soldier, who opened his bow and arrows, followed closely.

An iron arrow, shot in a flying attack.

Impartially, he actually made a miraculous feat in the moment of the arrow in the thirteenth limit of the Yuan Dynasty and broke into his chest.

And there was also an arrow shadow in front of Chen Zhuo, pointing straight at the center of his eyebrows.

This man aimed both arrows at his heart, but he did not know that he could move the five organs in the chest and abdomen, so he failed; Shooting his eyebrows now, it seems that he has a long memory.

As soon as the shadow of the arrow appeared, Chen Zhuo had already avoided it with his senses, flew back, his feet did not move, his whole person only seemed to be dragged up by a big hand, and it seemed to be like a ghost floating, flashing away, and he was already three or two feet away.

But the path of the little arrow has changed, and it has come again.

Chen Zhuo's face was expressionless, his lips and teeth suddenly grinded in the air, and he opened his mouth to spit out a wisp of blood, all of which converged on the string, condensed an arrow, raised his arm and opened the bow, and the blood arrow flew away.

"Whoosh!"

The two arrows hit each other, and if there was a thunderous explosion, the blood arrow would be shattered on the spot.

The shadow of the arrow under the moon flickered, and Chen was frozen on the spot, and a shocking trace of blood flowed from his eyebrows......

(End of chapter)