"Old Dao, look at your Grandpa Xu's 'Heaven-shattering Willow Arrow'!"

Xu Shan took a few willow arrows handed over by Clotted Fat, and without saying a word, he took out the snake shadow bow, bent the bow and set up the arrow, and raised his hand to shoot.

This was the first time Xu Shan had used the Snake Shadow Bow, only to feel that his hand was heavy, and the Shadow Snake Bowstring was so tight that it was almost difficult to pull it off. When it was opened to the size of the first moon, he felt that the true qi in his body was rapidly draining like opening the floodgates and releasing water, and Xu Shan directly used Qi Qi's arms, which barely reached the point of 'pulling the bow like a full moon'.

As soon as the willow arrows left the bowstring, they were like fireworks blooming in the night sky, instantly scattered and exploded, turning into countless small yellow and green arrows the size of willow leaves, flying in all directions.

After Xu Shan's first arrow, he immediately shot a second arrow.

The yellow-green fluorescence flying in the sky follows their respective trajectories, some dancing like butterflies in flowers, and some are as ethereal as dragonflies dotting water. Then, as if being summoned, a flock of birds threw themselves into the forest, and shot towards the old Taoist priest in a staggered manner.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest sneered and said, "Now I'm not even afraid of real willow arrows, how can I care about this fake." After speaking, with a shake of his shoulders, the two smoke-like arms directly released the golden hammer in their hands, and with a popping sound like fried beans, the two hands instantly became the size of a pu fan.

After that, as if chasing mosquitoes, he fanned a few times in the air at will, only to see a residual image flashing, and all the small willow arrows shot from the sky dissipated, and they were instantly caught in his hands.

"Gifts are still exchanged, and you are returned. ”

The old Taoist sneered, opened his hands, and threw the small yellow-green arrow in his hand towards Lao Lutou and Xu Shan, as if a downpour was coming.

After doing this, the old Taoist's smoke-like arm instantly became longer again, and he swung in the air, like a willow branch, and instantly grabbed the two golden hammers that were about to land.

"Good time!"

Xu Shan secretly snorted, holding a broken knife, and dancing a knife shadow in front of him. The cold light flickered, like snow reflecting the cold mountain, hitting the oncoming yellow and green arrows on the ground one by one.

The sound of clanging came, as if fine ice was falling on a jade plate.

The old Lu Tou stretched out his wings behind his back, closed in front of him, and protected his whole body like a hen protecting his cubs, and then rolled on the spot, and the small arrows in the sky were immediately bounced off as soon as they touched the feathers.

Tick-tock, like Buddha beads sprinkled on bluestone slabs.

After crossing the rain of arrows, without the deliberate obstruction of the old Taoist priest, the two quickly approached.

Xu Shan stepped on the ground, flipped sideways in the air, and stabbed the old Taoist priest with a backhand.

"Old Dao, eat your Grandpa Xu with a knife. ”

The black broken knife phantom fell from the sky, tearing the clouds and splitting the wind, splitting the waves.

Seeing this majesty, the old Taoist priest did not dare to be careless, his steps were separated, and a smoke-like arm grasped the handle of the golden hammer, which was horizontal above his head, and faced the phantom of the broken knife that was the first to approach.

"It's so heavy. ”

As soon as he touched the black knife phantom, the old Taoist priest felt that the soil under his feet was soft, and he stepped on two large pits on the ground.

The old Taoist priest's face flashed, the smoke-like arm was pinched fiercely, and a blood-colored wave of smoke came from the shoulder, layer upon layer, and where it passed, the arm instantly became a lot thicker, just in the blink of an eye, the smoke-like arm looked much stronger and stronger.

After doing this, the old Taoist priest first squatted slightly on half his knees, and then suddenly straightened up, and the smoke-like arm took advantage of this force to hold the black knife phantom and pushed up, and the huge broken knife phantom was involuntarily bounced away. Then the old Taoist priest kept moving, and smashed the black knife phantom that bounced off from the side with the golden hammer.

The sound of glass falling to the ground sounded, and the black knife phantom instantly shattered into countless jet-black points of light, with distinct particles, and then converged into an ink-like dragon with teeth and claws in the air, flying around in the air, and then submerged into the snow-white broken blades that followed.

The snow-white broken blade dragged the black streamer, followed the shadow, and fell quickly towards the old Taoist, like a white dragon scurrying in the dark clouds.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest first pulled out the chain in the axe with his flesh and blood arms, and divided the plate axe to both sides, one to Xu Shan's waist, and the other to the old land;

Then the flesh and blood arms instantly closed together, reaching as high as his forehead, as if a devout believer, pinching the snow-white blade that came from the shadow.

Pick up the white blade empty-handed.

Xu Shan saw the axe sweeping over, he didn't dare to be careless, he snapped the knife with both hands, and was about to hide to the side. Where did I think that no matter how hard I tried, the broken knife was closed by Lao Dao in his palms, and it was as stable as Mount Tai.

"That's a lot of strength! If there really is a fifth-layer wrestler, with the current state of this old way, I'm afraid it will not be inferior!"

Xu Shan secretly admired in his heart, then hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and with the force of pressing the hilt, the whole person flew upward, and then quickly let go, and handed over the Spring Festival short sword to his right hand to hold it, stopping in front of him.

As the whole person rotated in the air, there seemed to be countless sword shadows looming in it.

The plate axe came sideways, and the blow missed.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest grabbed the broken knife with both hands and dragged it back with the chains. The axe blade, which had already flown forward for a short distance, immediately froze, and the cold light of the blade pointed upwards, dragging it back.

After doing this, the old Taoist priest still didn't give up, and turned the direction with the broken blade between his flesh and blood arms, and suddenly twitched, condensed on his waist, and pressed his hands up and down. Then it seemed that the evil Jiao came out of the hole, and sent the broken blade to Xu Shan, who was spinning in the air.

"Haha, Xu boy, take your hard-earned magic knife!"

Only half of the golden knife was spinning non-stop, like a windmill with a snow-white center and a dark edge, whistling towards Xu Shan.

The spinning broken knife and the blade of the axe that dragged back backwards attacked Xu Shan almost at the same time.

Seeing this, Xu Shan, who was spinning like a horizontal tornado in the air, on the one hand, the dragon scales were prominent, protecting the heart and other vital parts layer by layer; on the other hand, the true qi rolled, and it was poured into the Spring Festival short sword, and countless golden sword qi swept out from it in all directions.

Before the blade of the axe dragged back from the bottom approached Xu Shan, it was swayed by the layers of sword qi, like a small boat in a storm, and was hurriedly pulled back by the old Taoist.

And the broken knife that was facing Xu Shan was allowed to rain down like golden sword qi, and his body did not move, and he slashed away with an indomitable twist.

First, a series of sparks emerged from it, driven by Xu Shan's non-stop rotation in the air, forming a circle, rotating outward from small to large, as if the ignited sparks were being carried by people to rotate rapidly;

Then the broken dragon scales blew down all over the sky, and a large piece of blood splashed out of it, mixed with sparks falling back to the ground, forming a picture of stars falling like rain.

After the blow, the broken knife was driven by Xu Shan's rotational force, and flew diagonally towards the sky, and a moment later, it was inserted into the ground in the distance with a buzzing sound.

A few drops of blood slowly slipped from the blade and seeped into the dirt.

The broken knife spun and flew by, Xu Shan clicked on the ground with one leg, and the whole person took a few steps back before he stood firm. I saw that from his shoulder to his heart, a deep wound was clearly visible, cutting through the thick dragon scales. Blood poured out of the wound, quickly staining the surrounding scales red.

"What a knife!"

Xu Shan and the old Taoist priest admired together.