The blood-colored dragon passed through Jun Ci's chest, and seemed to have left his seven souls and six spirits in Jun Ci's body, and no longer had the power to condense his body, and gradually dissolved into the lake.

Jun Ci, who was cultivating the Great Yan Zhou Tian Breaking Void Record, suddenly felt as if there was something more in his heart, and his whole body was very hot.

A wisp of pure and powerful golden blood rushed along with Junci's heart, turning into countless trickles that expanded outward along the broken meridians.

The domineering dragon blood destroyed all the meridians along the way, and at the same time released a vigorous vitality to repair and regenerate the disintegrated meridians again.

As time passed, a new vein quietly formed in Junci's body.

If Jun Ci saw the situation in his body, he would definitely say that the true dragon blood was simply an upgraded version of the Spirit Fruit. It's just that the effect of transforming the meridians is more domineering and magical than the Spirit Ring Fruit.

But Jun Ci couldn't see all this, because as early as the moment when the true dragon blood rushed out of his heart, Jun Ci was fainted by the sharp pain of the broken meridians, and he was unconscious.

When the golden dragon blood completed the transformation of the last meridian, it seemed that it had lost its purpose all of a sudden, and after wandering aimlessly in Junci's body, it returned to the position of the heart and settled down little by little.

Seeing that the true dragon blood had completed the reorganization of the meridians of Jun Ci's body, the one on the shore breathed a sigh of relief, and gave an order to Qiu Tian who was standing aside: "Seal the lake." ”

"Holy Ancestor, the young master is still inside. Qiu Tian was stunned for a moment and reminded in a low voice.

"You still need to say that the lake is closed!" he rolled his eyes angrily and aggravated his tone.

On one side is the young master, on the other side is the Holy Ancestor, the dilemma Qiu Tian secretly glanced at the ancestor in the Dragon Ball, just saw that he was looking at himself very coldly, his eyes were full of threats, and he was suddenly frightened and his legs and feet were weak, and he hurriedly ran to the lake to transport the water system supernatural power.

The turquoise water stretches from all sides towards the center of the lake, making a clattering crystallization sound. In the blink of an eye, the calm water of the lake was condensed into a smooth round mirror, exuding a bone-chilling air.

Ji watched Qiu Tian easily freeze the entire lake into a big ice mound, and nodded approvingly, after all, he is a descendant of the dragon clan, although he has not undergone any systematic cultivation, but he is born with the ability to make the water system supernatural power perfect.

Staring at Junci who looked serene at the bottom of the lake, the pole who transformed into a black-clothed young man in Dragon Ball carried his hands behind his back, and said silently in his heart: "I have done everything I can, and the rest is up to you." ”

"Where am I?" When Junci's consciousness slowly woke up, he found that he couldn't speak, couldn't see, and couldn't move his whole body when he was imprisoned, and the chill coming from his body made people feel as if they had fallen into the Nine Netherworlds.

"Extreme! where are you?" the unknown terror spread like vines all over his body, and Junci shouted loudly in the sea of knowledge.

But he has always been responsive, but this time he didn't reply.

Taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Junci began to struggle to recall the information before he lost consciousness.

I remember that when I was on the shore, the Qiu brothers had already sworn a blood oath of allegiance to themselves, and then let themselves dive to the bottom of the lake to cultivate Dayan Zhou Tian to break the false record, and prepare for the blood condensation vein. It didn't take long for me to feel a cone pain in my heart, and my eyes went black and I lost consciousness.

Thinking of this, Junci hurriedly looked at the situation in his body. I saw that the originally damaged meridians became crystal clear, and a layer of white spiritual qi adhered to the surface of the meridians, revealing a burst of vitality.

After a little operation of the true yuan in the dantian, Jun Ci clearly knew that his nascent meridians were very tenacious, and there would never be a situation where they would be easily broken due to excessive luck.

While admiring the new veins in his body and sighing at the magic of the true dragon's blood, Junci, who was in a good mood, suddenly found himself ignoring a very serious problem. The place where he was imprisoned couldn't absorb the slightest amount of heaven and earth vitality, but the true yuan in his body was rapidly consuming oxygen supply to his body. In other words, if you can't get out of trouble before the true yuan is exhausted, you can only face the tragic fate of being buried alive!

There was a thump in his heart, and Junci's brain was running rapidly. He still maintains a cross-legged posture, his whole body is frozen to the bone, is he still at the bottom of the lake, but the lake water has formed ice cubes? The more he thought about it, the more likely this possibility became, and he decisively decided to use Vajra anger to break the ice.

"If the ice is not too thick, I should be 80% sure that I will get out of trouble. Junci was wishful thinking in his heart and comforted himself optimistically.

If he knew that Qiu Tian had frozen all the water in a kilometer radius into a big ice lump, he would not be so confident.

At the bottom of the silent lake, Junci slammed into the ice with all his milk.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Ninety-eight times.

Ninety-nine times.

Every time he hit the ice, Junci's faith was worn out a little, and in the end, Junci just numbly repeated the accumulation, impact, and impact.

There was no sound, no light, only himself struggling in the dark, and the loneliness that was eroding his heart hit him, and Junci thought of the dragon at the bottom of the lake.

"Maybe it's good to just give up, and no longer have to shake a tree with a mayfly and fight to the death. A voice whispered in Junci's ear.

The true element in the body was already as thin as a gossamer, and there was a deep fatigue in the brain due to the lack of oxygen, and there was a sound of swords clashing in the increasingly blurred consciousness.

On the battlefield full of wolf smoke, a childish boy of eleven or twelve years old and a Turkic general with a height of nearly two meters fought together. Xiao will make a pair of red gold plate axes make the tiger and the tiger angry, and the big opening and closing moves force the young man to be clumsy and embarrassed.

However, the boy seems to have a certain martial arts foundation, and he can always avoid the killer moves of the general, not only is he not injured, but he also takes the time to hand over three knives and two legs, which looks like he is at ease.

But after a long time, the physical strength of the teenager is not as good as that of the prime of life after all. Without paying attention, the position of the young man's left arm and right leg was cut by the red gold plate axe, and the blood stained the white placket red.

Looking at the young man who had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, Xiao Jiang showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face, took a step forward, swung away the steel knife in the young man's hand with an axe, raised his other hand high, and smashed Huashan from top to bottom on the young man's head with a single move.

At the moment of crisis when the boy closed his eyes and waited for death, a silver feather arrow instantly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, with a piercing sound of breaking the air, and accurately collided with the axe blade.

The huge impact caused Xiao to fly out of his hand, and before he could react, the second silver arrow, ignoring space and distance, was fleeting, nailed to his forehead.

A man in Tsing Yi slowly walked over from the morning mist, glanced at the prostrated young man, neatly pulled out the sharp arrow on the head of the general, and walked to the other side of the battlefield without looking back.

The young man gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, looking at the Turkic general who was still smiling on his face when he was dying, and his eyes involuntarily cast his eyes on the man in Tsing Yi.

I saw the man in Tsing Yi shuttling between the crowd as if he was strolling leisurely, and every time an arrow was fired, one or several enemies always fell.

As the sun set, the bell rang for the collection of the troops, and the Turkic army receded like a tide. The scarred Chinese defenders can finally breathe a sigh of relief in the night, sit in a group, eat a mouthful of hot big pot rice, and recuperate.

The protracted war is stalemate, and every day people fall. No one knows if the next one will be themselves.

"Why do you want to learn archery?" asked the man in Tsing Yi as he looked at the somewhat restrained young man at the door. It's been a month in a row, and as long as I wake up every day, the wine bag next to me is always full of my favorite wine.

"To save your life. The boy's answer was laughable.

"Why did you come to the battlefield to save your life?" the man in Tsing Yi scoffed at the boy's contradictory answer.

The boy stood in place and was silent, he was a human being in two lives, and in the end he inevitably became an orphan, he was tired of such a life, maybe only the battlefield between life and death could make him forget the cruelty of reality for a while.

Seeing that the young man was silent, the man in Tsing Yi waved his hand impatiently and said: "My Feng family's archery is the most important realm, only by exploring the true meaning of life and death, can I shoot a moving archery, go back and think clearly before coming to me." ”

The boy nodded, turned around and left without saying a word.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the young man's simple and thin back, shook his head with a wry smile, and poured a large sip of liquor on his head.

"Sure enough, it's soft to take people's hands and eat people's mouths. The self-deprecating laughter of the man in Tsing Yi rang out in the tent.

A week passed, but the boy never appeared in his tent again, and the man in Tsing Yi was a little irritated and wiped the bowstring in his hand.

He couldn't tell whether he was sad about the lack of free wine or disappointed by the boy's easy abandonment.

"I want to learn archery. The young man's firm voice suddenly appeared behind the man in Tsing Yi, interrupting his conjecture.

"Why?" the man in Tsing Yi didn't look back, a smile on his lips.

"To survive. The boy gave an answer that was very similar to the last time.

"What are you living for?" the man in Tsing Yi turned around, not only was he not annoyed, but his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Live for the sake of living. "The boy exudes an aura that he will do anything to survive.

"Well, only the purest will to survive can shoot the strongest arrow. Every arrow of the Feng family is not to kill the enemy, but just to keep themselves alive. The man in Tsing Yi applauded.

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Junci. ”

"From today on, I will pass on the fire arrow of the world's fame of you and my Feng family, you have to learn by heart, don't fall into the name of my Feng Lihua. ”

Junci looked at Feng Lihua in amazement, nodded vigorously, and replaced the answer with a silent promise.

He never thought that the man in Tsing Yi would be Feng Lihua, a mysterious and famous Feng Lihua!

A spark fires the prairie and an arrow is gorgeous!

"But there is also a tuition fee to learn arrows, remember to fill my wine bag with fine wine every day. After a pause, Feng Lihua changed his words and coughed seriously.

"Understood. Junci smiled.

In the tent, an old man and a young man glanced at each other and laughed tacitly.

The shapes in the sea of consciousness became more and more blurred, and at last only two voices were left to echo softly in the darkness.

"Master, since your archery is a life-saving archery, why did you come to the battlefield again?"

The old voice was silent for a moment, giving a bitter answer.

"Sometimes, you can only live if you put yourself to death. ”