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At the last moment, life and death are imminent.

The arrow shot by the sixth master himself, no one on the scene could stop it, even those ten thousand guild leaders, the three or four leaders of the Heavenly Tribulation, it was impossible to block this arrow.

But at this moment, everyone saw a beam of light.

A very thin silver light suddenly hit the head of the arrow.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the arrow had already been hit slightly off, and it flew out grazing Xiang Nan's left arm.

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Nan's left arm seemed to have been evaporated, vaporized into fog, and disappeared with the wind.

"...... the hell" the audience was shocked.

Before he could finish speaking, a very dense sound was heard.

Ding Ding!

"This ...... Dodge?" exclaimed the audience.

Remnant Yang said strangely: "What is it? What kind of sound is this?" ”

The black sickle said in a deep voice, "A needle." ”

Xiang Nan released the second silver needle he treasured, this needle was refined by Chongfeng, the eightfold king of the Heavenly Tribulation, there are two in total, one was used before, and now this one is also used by Xiang Nan to resist arrows.

The power of the silver needle is still not as powerful as the sixth master's arrow, this needle can't destroy the arrow, and Xiang Nan didn't plan to do it.

He just let the silver needle hit the arrow, so that the arrow was deflected a little.

And the long series of crisp impact sounds were made by the silver needle hitting the arrow nearly a hundred times in a row, but because the process was too fast, it was not until the arrow deflected out and the silver needle was completely smashed that the impact sound came into everyone's ears.

At this moment, it pushed the street to capture the flag to the most.

Countless people cheered.

No one knows how Xiang Nan managed to withstand an attack from the sixth master, which is a miracle.

Xiang Nan shook his neck, wrapped the pomegranate flower around his back, and jumped down from the flagpole.

In the midst of all the attention, Xiang Nan's blood has soaked through the clothes of the pomegranate flower.

He carried pomegranate flowers on his back, how did he come here, and how did he go back.

There were countless corpses on the drunken flower street, and Xiang Nan stepped on the group of corpses, carrying pomegranate flowers on his back, and walked back step by step.

Quack Quack ......

There was a sound of a longbow stretching.

The furious Sixth Master pulled out his bow and arrow for the second time and aimed the arrow at Xiang Nan.

He hated to kill this Xiang Nan immediately, he had never had such a great killing intent on a person.

Just when he was about to violate his rules, Xiang Nantou said a word without replying, which made the sixth master decadent all of a sudden.

"Already, it's over. ”

Xiangnan Road.

Yes, the street capture flag has ended, Xiang Nan completed the entire history of the City of Light, the first time to walk the street to capture the flag, and successfully rescued the person he wanted to rescue.

The sixth master's second arrow of violation failed to (shoot shè) after all.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Xiang Nan staggered along, he didn't know why he was still awake, he had been seriously injured so much, it stands to reason that he should have completely passed out, or even was about to die.

But he himself was still advancing, and he almost didn't even feel the presence of his own body, and he felt that he was stepping on the ground one by one, as if he was stepping on cotton, weak and weak.

But he didn't know how he could still persevere.

He swayed several times, almost fell several times, but each time he leaned, he was able to readjust his posture and continue to walk forward.

He walked very slowly, and everyone was worried, for fear that in the next second, Xiang Nan would suddenly die like this.

And every step of Xiang Nan also affects everyone's hearts.

It seems that the road that left Zuihua Street with pomegranate flowers on his back was much more difficult than when he broke through.

"Come on!"

I don't know who shouted such a voice.

The sixth master's angry gaze suddenly glared at the person who shouted.

Maybe it's to vent the dissatisfaction in your heart, maybe it's to express the joy of the little people's counterattack on authority, or maybe it's because everyone has been suppressed for too long, and finally mustered up the courage to say no to authority today.

For a while, the sound of cheering suddenly shook the sky.

"Come on!"

"Come on, boy!"

No one cared, and they weren't afraid of being angered by the sixth master, they pulled their throats and roared heartbreakingly.

The whole audience was cheering, and even the angry eyes of the sixth master couldn't stop it.

The old man sitting on the street, smiling, drank a cup of tea softly and did not speak.

In the earth-shattering cheers and cheers, Xiang Nan swayed, but came back with pomegranate flowers on his back with a firm will.

In front of Haotian Mirror, Xiang Nan twisted his neck and said, "Let's go, let's go home together." ”

Nahao Tianjing carried the blue sky, the remnant sun, and the black sickle, while Xiang Nan carried the pomegranate flower on his back.

The five of them finally came to the intersection of Zuihua Street, and Xiang Nan paused and nodded at the old man.

The old man also nodded at Xiang Nan.

Let's go.

Of the four people who came to walk the street and pull up the flag, five people eventually left.

The applause and cheers of the audience rang out like thunder.

Some are excited, some are excited, some are jealous, and some are angry.

But no matter what kind of heart others have, Xiang Nan never takes it to heart, he only knows that he wants to save the people he must save, and he succeeds.

Drunken Flower Street has gradually faded away, but the applause and cheers are still like thunder, coming from the rear.

Xiang Nan finally couldn't hold it anymore, put the pomegranate flower on the Haotian mirror, and slowly climbed up himself.

The giant knife returned from afar with a hum and stuck on Xiang Nan's back.

Na Hao Tianjing also cautiously, gently took the five victorious returnees, and floated towards the Moon City.

The five of them were lying on the Haotian Mirror, and the remnant Yang said weakly to Xiang Nan: "Look at you, you were beaten like a dead dog." ”

"Why don't you. "Black Scythe.

"Hah...... Hahahaha!" Xiang Nan suddenly burst out laughing.

Then the other four also laughed.

The unusually tragic war is finally over.

After returning to Moon City, Xiang Nan and the five of them rested for four days and four nights.

The recovery of the recovery, the rest of the rest.

In any case, this head can be regarded as breaking out.

The news of pulling out the flag in the street flew all over the five cities like wings.

Some people add oil and vinegar to this story subjectively, and some people bring their own (情qíng) sense of color, and do their best to describe this story more exciting.

But then they gave up, and they found that no matter how they processed the story, the result was not as exciting as the factual book (身shēn).

Even in the process of pulling out the flag on the street, every look of Xiang Nan is the finishing touch, which cannot be replaced.

If you add more color, it will look too pompous, and if you add less color, you will feel that it is too hot.

It turns out that what is really worth savoring is not the story book (身shēn), but the reality.

On the morning of the fifth day, Xiang Nan finally woke up.

He stretched his waist, and the injuries on his body had completely recovered.

Thinking back to the big battle five days ago, it seems like a dream, and it doesn't seem so real.

Even Xiang Nan himself couldn't remember some details at that time, he only knew that he was in the end, and he just wanted to save the pomegranate flower. What I did, what I thought at the time, now in retrospect, is so vague.