Ouyang Yan seized the opportunity, and when Jian Wufeng's sword was only five steps away from him, his hand pulling the string loosened.

Rumble!

Forty arrows were like forty thunderbolts rushing out, and the space was shaken, dragging the tail of flames like a meteor fire shower, and five of them condensed violently into one.

The remaining thirty-five were scattered in the air, like a brilliant meteor shower, towards the candidates who were surging in the tide.

At such a close distance, the five stainless steel arrows condensed into one, like a thatch, like an arrow burning with flames, shaking the space and distorting.

Rumble!

Beads of sweat oozed from Jian Wufeng's forehead, feeling the horror of the power of these five arrows condensed into one arrow, he only now knew that he had underestimated Ouyang Yan too much.

Like a long sword with thunder rushing on the sword body, the tip of the sword and the arrow slammed together, the space exploded, and a huge impact swept out like a wave.

His body was thrown in the air, and the qi and blood in his body were tumbling endlessly, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

More than thirty arrows shot like a rain of meteors into the large contingent of candidates who were rushing like thousands of troops, and the terrifying power left a crack-like trace in the space.

Such a terrifying power made all the candidates frightened, which simply surpassed the power of the arrow itself, and it was blasting like a thunderbolt.

The extremely dangerous aura made the scalps of all the candidates tingle, and they felt a mortal danger, and they had an urge to run away immediately.

But it was in vain, and the arrow shot at the crowd as if it had eyes.

Rumble!

Under this arrow, several rays of light surged in an instant, and at the same time, a splash of blood splattered, and some of them were stupid, and they didn't have time to run for their lives at all, and their bones were gone in the blink of an eye.

This is really to be killed to the point where death is inevitable.

It was extremely chilling for a while, Ouyang Yan seemed to have incarnated into a god of war at this time, and in the blink of an eye, he took the bow again, and forty arrows were wound.

This action frightened some candidates so much that they directly used the power of the death exemption order, turning into white light and disappearing.

"What are you afraid of, the sky is falling and I am on top. Gu Moxuan roared, but his voice was loud and loud at a young age, his childishness had not changed, but his innocence was not there.

A blazing white light surged up all over his body at this time, and the whole person seemed to become a little illusory, as if a terrifying existence that was stinging in his body was about to come out at this time.

At such a young age, such a small body, but at this time, people feel very tall, as if a giant dragon stinging in his body is awakening.

All the candidates were frightened, and even Meng Wuxian, who was standing in the distance and had not yet made a move, looked at him with interest, and his chaotic eyes swelled with lust, as if they wanted to see him through.

His body leaped from above the tiger, as if his illusory body was sitting cross-legged in the void, and above his head, it seemed as if a plane and time had been opened.

A quaint and unpretentious book appeared, hovering above his head, as if a deceased ancient sage had appeared, preaching and spreading the teachings there.

"This kid from the ancient family, is he really the reincarnation of a saint?" Meng Wuxian muttered, his face revealing a touch of solemnity.

Rumble!

When the book arrived in Gu Moxuan's hand, his face seemed to be very vicissitudes at this time, and a look that was extremely inconsistent with his real age appeared on his face.

He spat out a word, and suddenly it was like a heavenly drum beating, and a huge sound wave was like a deafening sound of a heavenly drum.

The arrows that burst out suddenly stayed in the air and didn't advance an inch, and when they finally banged, the arrows exploded into powder.

Thundered!

The bow and arrow in Ouyang Yan's hand once again burst out with forty arrows.

This time, forty arrows violently condensed into one, like a flame grass, like a thunderbolt shooting towards Gu Moxuan.

At the same time, his body swept up in the lion's back, and he went straight for the sword.

Rumble!

Forty arrows condensed into one, and the terrifying and monstrous power shook the space, like a muffled thunder rolling across the sky.

"Heaven does not give birth to a master, and eternity is in the long night. ”

In Gu Moxuan's mouth, such a sentence came out, and he said it extremely lowly, as if a sage sighed at the moon and said helplessly.

The forty stars that were like thunder did not shake him.

Under his words, it seems that the sky is full of sighs, the sighs of a sage, full of helplessness and unwillingness.

The book flipped rapidly, and the sound of turning the book was like a thunderbolt exploding, and a dazzling golden light erupted in an instant.

The golden light was like a sword, and it was bombarded with Ouyang Yan's forty stars through the sun.

Thundered!

At this moment, it seemed that the entire heaven and earth were shaken, and Gu Moxuan's body was also lifted in the air as if by a huge force, and the light on his body dimmed a lot.

The candidates who survived to be the enemy of Ouyang Yan were all far away at this time, and they didn't dare to participate in the battle at all.

This kind of power, they see their scalps tingling, is not at all they can participate in.

"Jian Wufeng, show your skills. Ouyang Yan's shouting resounded in his ears.

Ouyang Yan can be said to have a murderous heart towards him, this person who repeatedly provokes himself is really damned in Ouyang Yan's eyes.

His silk bow had been put into the storage bag, the golden light of the Bayang Sword was circulating in his hand, and the sound of the dragon's groan resounded in the sword.

The physical state can't use the Three Realms Sword Technique, but the Wind Sword Technique is like a storm in his hands, and the wind roars angrily between the swords, and the torrential rain pours down, pointing at the sword without a blade.

Jian Wufeng was born in a sword-casting family, the swordsmanship in his hand was superb, and the sword was also extremely sharp, like thunder, and the two swords touched together in an instant.

The sparks splashed everywhere, the space roared, and he frowned, feeling the strength of Ouyang Yan's strength.

The sound of the long roar of the divine elephant came from Ouyang Yan's body, like the proboscis of the divine elephant swept, the elephant's hooves galloped and trampled, and when the sword collided with the sword, his arm was numb, and he felt a little unable to hold the sword.

"You have vain divine power, but you have no supernatural powers, what can you do to me?" Jian Wufeng let out a loud shout, and he pointed out with a sword, and there was a click, like a lightning bolt across the sky.

His figure was divided into two, two, three, and three, and countless figures appeared, and the sword momentum reached its peak at this moment.

"The swordsmanship of the sword-casting family's three-point world swordsmanship is really unique. From afar, Dream Wuxian watched the battle and said such a sentence.

The sword without a blade can be called a supernatural power, a sword divides three points, three points of the world's momentum, and one point belongs to him.

His sword intent is in this, which can be described as incisive, and the ghosts and gods surrender.

Ouyang Yan's eyes surged with brilliant golden light, and he could be said to understand the essence of the way of the sword.

At least in front of the Three Realms Sword Technique, his three-point world sword technique is still not comparable, so even if there is a sword shadow in the sky, but one of the figures belonging to his own figure still does not escape Ouyang Yan's eyes.

Recite!

His Eight Yang Sword swept like a violent wind, and the torrential rain poured towards the body of the deity that belonged to Jian Wufeng.

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