The two raised their arrows, the arrows pointed remotely, and the clusters of arrows were facing each other.

Witnessing such extraordinary archery techniques, those who watched the battle were not dumbfounded and shocked.

The arrows are cold, but from a distance, they have made everyone's skin shiver, and their skin is cold, as if they are going to be shot on the spot in the next moment, and a catastrophe is coming.

The black-robed, arrogant and evil domineering man watched with his hands in his hands, his eyes were full of wonder, and his clothes were curling and he had already expressed his opinion, "Jianghu martial arts, martial arts moves are mostly obsessed with changes, there are traces to follow, no matter how powerful they are, there is a way to break it, but these two people are easy to move, and they are terrifying." ”

The old boy beside him looked at the cyan figure on the turbid waves with burning eyes, thinking back to the domineering fists before, and his eyes lit up unconsciously.

"Boom!"

The strings shook.

The thirteenth limit of the yuan is already an arrow.

He didn't shoot just one arrow, but five in one go.

Five small cyan arrows with a length of inches turned into five wisps of dazzling green light in an instant, but the trajectory was not the same; Instead, they scattered in all directions, some flew obliquely to the sky, some sank into the Yellow River, some went straight, some rushed like a spiritual snake, and some drew a trajectory like an arc moon.

The trajectory is different, the landing point is unique, and the fingers are clumsy.

Such arrows can no longer be seen from the eyes of the world; It is rumored that the "sad little arrow" has become a magic weapon, not a martial art, all of which are saying that the horror of this arrow method is famous all over the world.

On the opposite side of the thirteenth limit of the Yuan, Chen Zhuo has also released arrows, the arrows are obscure, and it is difficult to see with the naked eye, but under the warm morning sun, a touch of arrow shape can be faintly seen, like a streamer of water, shuttling on the river waves, and it is amazing.

Ordinary masters received this arrow, don't say that they took it, I'm afraid they can't see it, they are elusive, and they are invisible to kill.

This is not an ordinary arrow.

The arrow left the string, close to the front of Yuan Thirteen's body, and Zhang Yu suddenly exploded and scattered, as if turning into more than a dozen poisonous snakes spitting letters, and the qi machine made a swishing sound, chasing and biting.

After the two of them shot arrows, they all moved back a few feet.

Just when Chen Zhuo stood still, in an instant, up and down on all sides, the killing machine was steep, and several traces of green mangs had already woven a killing array, and the thirteenth limit of the Yuan actually shot an arrow, and the six arrows came out at the same time, sealing the sky and locking the earth, wanting to nail Chen Zhuo to death on the spot.

It's even more unbelievable than it was at the beginning, it's like it's alive.

Chen Zhuo was secretly frightened, this person actually turned the archery method into an arrow array, and he didn't have to think that it was to prevent his prescient ability.

Good idea.

In the "sad arrow" given by the seventh in the world before, it was recorded that the casting method of the arrow, the ordinary iron arrow will not work, it needs to be tempered day and night, melted with divine thoughts, and the shape of the arrow is molded under the visualization, and then with the power of "forbearance and humiliation", the heart of the "Mountain Character Sutra" is urged, and an arrow is shot out, and the death is returned.

Not only that, but to practice this martial art, you must also be ruthless, to the point of extinction, to have no place to live, not to be frightened, not to be frightened, and to be lawless.

In this way, the archery can do as you like.

But now this person's archery skills seem to be different, more like the shadow of Chen Cun's divine mind to control the arrow, the power is more powerful, and it is more difficult.

But Chen Zhuo still avoided it.

His burly figure trembled and shrank, and in the trembling sound of his muscles and bones, his limbs were retracted, and he suddenly seemed to change from an eight-foot man to a childlike child of a few years, that is, his body had become thinner, and he didn't want to shrink his bones and change shape.

The arrow array, which had no way out, immediately had more flaws.

As soon as the arrow array dodged, his body expanded rapidly, returning to its original appearance.

However, the six arrows seem to have reacted, the arrow cluster when the air conditioner turns, the dripping has been chased and bitten, the killing opportunity is endless, the arrow cluster is full of brilliance, if there is life, it looks from afar only like a green meteor chasing the wind and the moon, flying back and forth on the rolling turbid waves.

Look at all the people with dry tongues.

Chen Zhuo's feet did not move, his shoulders did not move, but his body seemed to have lost his weight, floating in the shadow of the soul-chasing arrow, flickering left and right, like floating leaves in the wind, like duckweed in the waves, moving with the wind, turning with the waves, the body is light and ingenious, walking and moving, like the wind and shadow, no trace can be found, and it changes rapidly.

However, even if he went to heaven and earth, the arrow shadow always clung to it.

And the Yuan Thirteen Limit on the opposite side is now making a surprise move.

Out of the sword.

The opponent had no sword in his hand, but as soon as he raised his hand, thousands of suns burst into his palm, dazzling, and the sword momentum was like a storm.

It is actually a "potential sword", a sword of momentum.

Seeing this sword, Chen Zhuo's eyes were slightly condensed.

Just because there has been an unwritten rule since Wei Qingqing in the "Freedom Gate", all the martial arts passed on by the master to the apprentices, the master must not use them again from now on, otherwise they will be counterattacked and die under the martial arts passed on.

And this move, the thirteenth limit of the Yuan just passed the "seventh in the world".

Now that this person is using it so unscrupulously, it seems that in the days he has been in the palace, the seventh in the world has either been abolished or died.

With this move, the invisible sword issued by Chen Zhuo was suddenly covered by the thousands of suns, and a dull explosion broke out.

Yuan thirteen limit to take the flute in the hand, on behalf of the staff to urge the work, the head of the cane is pointed, a touch of the turbid waves, and then pick up, a wave of water is lifted in the air, the body of the flute is turned in the air, the water waves spread out, into a layer of barriers, thick and heavy, the invisible sword completely gone.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo was still entangled by the sad arrow, Yuan Thirteen smiled coldly, raised his foot and stepped along, paused, and crossed the distance between the two to Chen Zhuo's side, holding a flute in his right hand, and the staff method was fatal, laying out layers of staff shadows, and the momentum was vigorous, and the water surface was boiling, and the water column was blown up.

He punched his left hand at the same time, hating the extreme punch.

This is also the seventh martial art in the world passed down by the thirteenth limit of the Yuan.

With hatred as a force, the stronger the hatred, the stronger its strength.

Now through the Yuan Thirteen Limit, it is simply gritted his teeth with hatred, the killing intent is as strong as a rag fire, the fist strength is very domineering, the fist has not yet fallen, and the fist has crushed the turbid waves on the river surface.

Kill with moves, kill every step.

The gray hair is flying, the big drum is swaying, the thirteenth limit of the Yuan is standing in the waves, the one-eyed fierce light, the whole body is faintly covered with a layer of black gas, evil and treacherous, transported on the fist, the air seems to be viscous.

Chen Zhuo was swept up in the fist, and immediately felt bound.

"Death!"

The icy killing sound exited.

Chen Zhuo's knife eyes gradually opened, and the pace that was originally moving and tossing suddenly became steady, and two balls of essence light burst out in his eyes, and the essence light was condensed like substance, and now under the surge, it was dazzling, turning into two illusory arrow shadows, shooting directly at the Yuan Thirteen Limit.

Yuan Thirteen was already on guard, his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted like thunder: "Die!" ”

This sound was so close that even Chen Zhuo was in a trance, as if he had been hit hard.

And Yuan Thirteen was also shot by those two arrows, snorted, there was no injury on his body, but his cheeks were fast and pale, but it was a way to attack his spirit.

But there was a sly smile on Yuan Thirteen's face.

Just because Chen Zhuo was already in the arrow array, and he was even hit by the long flute, with his flesh and blood body that did not cultivate internal strength, he was already defeated, how could he escape death, not to mention ......

His mind was booming, how could he think that Chen Zhuo was not in a hurry, he used his fists to meet the hatred of the extreme fist, and let the six arrows come to him without fear, regardless of it.

Yuan Thirteen was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a strange scene, the long flute in his hand was covered with frost for some time, and then shattered into slag, and then he saw an entangled black and red qi gushing out of Chen Zhuo's eyes, yin and yang alternated, cold and heat changed, and then variables were born, turning into an indescribable miracle.

The Qili quickly entangled Chen Zhuo's fist, and then turned into wisps of thunder, wandering on the palm prints, between the five fingers.

In the astonishment and change of color and emotion of the thirteenth limit of the Yuan Thirteen, the two fists struck each other fiercely.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion, and the turbidity waves around the two of them were inexplicably stagnant, as if they had been lifted several feet high out of thin air, rolled upside down into the sky, and exploded into a mist in the sky.

A figure coughed up blood and flew back.

(End of chapter)