Chapter 80: Dripping Blood

(Attached: The ancients said that taking one foot is a step, and taking two feet is a step, and a modern adult step is about half a meter, so in ancient times, a hundred steps were about more than 100 meters.) One zhang is about 3.333 meters)

The three-foot-deep snow suddenly moved, cracked and collapsed, rolled upside down, and the snow and dust rolled up.

Ye Mingke's vision was chaotic for an instant, and what was even more terrifying was that the snow suddenly seemed to have life, and the arms formed by two snowflakes suddenly grabbed his ankles.

He stomped on the ground with a slam, and with a "boom" stepped out of a huge snow pit in the snow, shattering the two snowflake arms, and pulling up his body tilted upward.

At the same time, he reached back, twisted the arrow, and bowed like a full moon again, and now his eyes were full of white and rolling snow, but he did not hesitate in the slightest when he shot it.

"Bang"

The white arrow blasted through the heavy snow dust in front of him, drawing a clear and sharp trajectory, and the tip of the sharp edge was accurately handed to the fat immortal three feet in front of him.

"What kind of monster is this!"

The obese immortal, caught off guard again, screamed, and only had time to condense a thin ice mirror on his chest.

The Ice Mirror shattered, but the strength and accuracy of the sharp arrows that pierced through the heavy snow dust and the Ice Mirror decreased a lot, and only scratched the shoulders of the fat immortals.

"What kind of monster is this, and why is he still sure where I am?"

The fat immortal who survived the catastrophe muttered in disbelief.

Before he attacked, he first used the snow control technique to stir up chaos in the entire field, just to prevent Ye Mingke's fierce and elusive arrows.

The fat immortal didn't dare to be careless anymore, and while carefully building an ice wall around him, he used the ice and snow to sense Ye Mingke's location, but he only felt a figure like a ghost swimming around him at high speed in the wild wind and snow.

Ye Mingke tilted his head sideways, closed his eyes tightly, and ran extremely fast in the snowy and dusty earth, two red lines of blood flowing out of his eyes.

A wall of snow slammed into him suddenly surged in front of him. He slammed into it, shattering the wall of snow.

After a week of rolling in the snow, he once again landed on one knee and half-knelt to stabilize his body, the corners of his mouth spilling red blood from the collision.

But without a pause, he turned around and drew his bow again, and the white arrow once again blasted through the heavy snow dust in front of him and approached the fat immortal.

Of course, he was able to determine the location of the fat immortal, and he used not the five senses to lock on to the target of the arrow, but his spiritual eyes, so he was able to penetrate the yang in a hundred steps, and he was able to accurately deliver the arrow to his fatal point regardless of whether the fat immortal was hiding behind a cedar or behind a boulder.

However, the fat immortal's move to stir up the attack of the snow dust imperial object was indeed a sharp killing move for Ye Mingke. Even though he could determine where the fat immortal was constantly moving, the heavy snow dust still greatly slowed down the speed and strength of the arrows.

With a "snap", the white arrow that flew out just now was once again stopped by the fat immortal who had been on guard, this time it only blocked the fat immortal's attack on Ye Mingke for a few moments, and even his skin could not be scratched.

Strength and weakness are sometimes not the two ends of a clear line, but a whirlpool that rotates violently, changing anytime and anywhere due to the situation, suddenly becoming strong and sometimes weak.

This is because there is no single factor that affects strength or weakness.

When Ye Mingke was holding a bow and wandering a hundred steps away like a white ghost, the fat immortal could not determine Ye Mingke's location, and the range of the spell could not cover a hundred steps away, but he himself was enclosed within the attack range of Ye Mingke's arrows.

So in the initial confrontation, he was forced to have no power to fight back, and he was in danger, and after taking a breath of relief, he could only protect himself.

But when Ye Mingke bullied him within ten zhang, the strength and weakness were reversed instantly, ten zhang was the range covered by his spell, but Ye Mingke's arrows were suppressed.

Moreover, in addition to Ye Mingke's eyes, the other seven orifices also began to faintly ooze blood, which was a manifestation of the overoperation of his spiritual eyes and brain.

In the battle of the evil ghosts in the misty sea, it has been reflected that Ye Mingke, who opened his spiritual eye in the chaotic field, had to withstand the impact of the geometrically multiplied information torrent.

As time passed, it became more and more difficult for him to maintain his vision. He reached out again and twisted the arrow backwards, and the touch of his fingers and the feedback from his inspiration indicated that there were only seven arrows left in the quiver.

Time is running out!

Ye Mingke stepped on it heavily, blowing up the snow dust, breaking through the snowflake giant palm that was rising in front of him, and at the same time pulling the bow with an arrow, another sharp arrow broke through the wind and snow in front of him with a terrible scream, and pulled out a white trajectory to stab at the fat immortal.

The remaining arrows are six.

Ye Mingke's speed was actually at high speed, and he was once higher, and every step he took shook the snowflakes in the snow high, and the place he passed through was like a white dragon.

Before he knew it, the blood in his whole body was boiling again, and the snowflakes that fell on him were melting and steaming in an instant.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the white and wild wind and snow in front of him, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he reached back, and there were three arrows in his hand.

"Hiss"

An arrow burst through the air and struck the fat immortal in the side.

"Bang"

The fat fairy had just gathered the wind and snow into his palm to block the arrow.

"Wow" "Wow"

Two arrows struck him from the front, one from behind.

The fat immortal turned sideways in some horror to avoid the sudden arrow in front of him, and reached forward to freeze into a mirror. The ice mirror shattered and splashed before he stopped an arrow behind him.

And Ye Mingke had already drawn his bow again like a full moon, and the fourth sharp arrow broke through the air.

At this time, he was swimming in circles at high speed, and he had already spiraled into the front of the fat immortal.

"Ahh

After closing the distance, the arrows were weakened by the heavy snow and dust, and the sound of arrows breaking through the wind from all directions was so fierce that the fat immortals were terrified.

He managed to dodge the fourth arrow, but when the fifth was handed in front of him, he broke his ice mirror and stabbed him in the shoulder.

At this time, even in the heavy snowstorm, he clearly sensed Ye Mingke's extreme approach, because between the two arrows, Ye Mingke had already stepped two feet in front of him.

A strong sense of crisis was like a sharp arrow against his eyebrows, and he roared, and the pale blue halo under his feet expanded with all his strength again.

Countless snowflake long arms rose from the snow and grabbed Ye Mingke

Ye Mingke paused for the last time, jumped high in the air, and crossed the snowhand that grabbed him one by one, and the last arrow was on the string, and the bowstring was pulled into a perfect circle, like a full moon rising above the snow tide.

Ye Mingke, who was jumping in mid-air, lowered his eyes and looked down at him, concentrating.

"Hiss"

A sharp roar sounded, and the last arrow exploded through the wind and snow in front of him, breaking through the air.

"Ahh

The fat immortal's eyes were red, and his spiritual power surged out, condensing a thick wall of ice in front of him.

The last arrow pierced deep into the ice wall, and where the tip landed, the ice wall opened a crack that spread.

But the ice wall didn't break, and the sharp arrow stopped a foot in front of the fat immortal and was blocked.

But that's not the end.

After the arrows, there was also a heavy iron longbow, and Ye Mingke, who jumped up and crossed two feet in one step and fell from the sky to punch.

"Bang"

Ye Mingke's heavy fist smashed on the heavy ice wall, and the phalanges were misplaced at the moment of smashing, and blood oozed out, but his fist did not back down in the slightest, and directly smashed the ice wall to smithereens, smashing the huge and fat body of the fat immortal behind the ice wall and flying backwards.

Since strength and weakness are not the two ends of a clear line, but a vortex that violently reverses and transposes at any time.

A hundred steps away is me holding a bow to suppress, within ten zhang is your immortal law dominance, so between the close steps in front of you, fists and fists collide, you can even cut through the so-called immortal body with weak arrows, can you block my fist!

The moment the fat immortal flew out, Ye Mingke, regardless of his bloodied right hand, approached almost closely, relying on his physique far beyond mortals, and punched again.

Under the coercion of the shadow of death, the fat immortal ignored the seven orifices that oozed a large amount of blood due to the violent use of spiritual power, and condensed an ice mirror in front of Ye Mingke, and even a long arm made of snowflakes rose up, clenched his fist and smashed it behind Ye Mingke.

But Ye Mingke didn't retreat or dodge, he swung his fist and smashed the ice mirror in front of him that had just condensed a thin interface, stepped forward, smashed the hands that the fat immortal wanted to resist, and slammed it on his chest.

Hand-to-hand combat, life and death in an instant, the brave live.

The fat immortal screamed, and blood spurted wildly and flew backwards again.

Ye Mingke was also smashed on the back by the snowflake's long arm condensed into a giant fist, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out wildly, but without any pause, he used the momentum of that punch to snuggle the fat immortal forward again.

Even the blood that spurted out of the mouth was purposefully shot towards the fat immortal's eyes. Blood spurted like flames into the unsuspecting eyes of the fat immortal.

At such a critical moment, his eyes were suddenly injured and in severe pain, and the fat immortal's technique involuntarily stalled.

It was this delay that Ye Mingke finally completely caught up with his body that was flying in mid-air. The whole person and body crashed into his arms.

At that moment, Ye Mingke's potential completely exploded, and his whole body seemed to have become the most terrifying weapon in the world.

Punches, elbows, knees, kicks, all bombarded the fat immortal with great force in the blink of an eye.

The fat body shook violently, blood splashed like rain, and the heavy punches like a drum almost broke the fat and huge body directly.

"Bang"

The two entangled bodies finally fell from mid-air, smashing into a huge puddle in the snow.

The wind and snow that had been roaring and rolling in this field gradually flattened.

Once again, the heavens and the earth became clear and quiet, and only in the vast sky, snowflakes fell slowly.

Ye Mingke was half-kneeling in the snow pit covered in blood, turning his head sideways, looking at the ice cube on his chest that ran through his body, and the equally bloody hand holding the ice ridge......