Urging Rin's divine technique to the extreme, the primordial spirit rotated rapidly in the purple mansion, and all the divine consciousness spread out, raising his attention to the strongest level.

When Hou Yi let go of the two fingers that were pinching the feather arrow and the bowstring, Zhaoming felt a murderous chill that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Such a fast feather arrow, such a powerful archery, I absolutely can't avoid it. There is no way to avoid it, only with the simplest and most effective method: hardwired!

As long as you can catch the feather arrows that come from you and dissolve the force on the pruning, you will have a chance not to die.

Although the Dafa of Furnace Refining is powerful, his own Mysterious Weapon Body will definitely not be able to stop this arrow. If you make a mistake, you will definitely die.

The threat of death made Zhaoming's divine sense extremely sharp, and everything in the entire world seemed to slow down. Little by little, even the subtleties of the wind blowing through the arm can be seen clearly.

However, this is still not enough, Zhao Ming knows that the opponent's archery skills are terrifying, and it is by no means so simple to catch the trajectory.

Running the flame pattern, spread out in front of him as much as possible, circling, covering the space of hundreds of meters in front of him. He is a Fire Devouring Demon, just like he was in the Red Light Flame Wave Stone Mine Cave back then, and he can see more clearly with the help of the Flame Dao Pattern.

The flames were condensed in his hands, and the wings of the flames behind him flashed rapidly and flapped.

That bit of blue light flew out of the Colosseum, and the silver light was dotted, as if draped in a galaxy, menacing, like a meteor catching the moon.

The moment it was ejaculated, it was as if it had traveled through time and space, and it was directly in front of him. Zhaoming held his breath and condensed, he had already urged his divine sense to the extreme, and even his heartbeat stopped in an instant, but he couldn't stop the arrow.

"Senior, you...... You...... What is this for?" Yang Sansan asked timidly, he didn't understand why Zhaoming, who was fleeing for his life, suddenly stopped at this moment.

As soon as these words fell, it was as if a certain qi machine had been broken. Zhaoming suddenly moved, waved his hands and shot out the flames in his hands, and at the same moment, the flame wings behind him shattered, turning into a rain of fire, and the flames that had been knocked out converged. Transform into a flame tornado and reappear in front of you.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the flame tornado and the arrow shot by Hou Yi slammed together. Surrounded by blue light, the wind howled, there was no need for the strength of the feather arrow itself, just the heaven and earth vitality and the momentum brought by the rapid flight were enough to compete with the flames played by Zhaoming.

The flames were surging and almost frozen, but they couldn't stop the feathered arrows at all.

There was a "bang" through the flames, and the feather arrow castrated. Kill directly to Zhaoming.

In a short distance of 100 meters, Zhaoming urged his spiritual power to the extreme, using the interweaving of flame patterns to capture the trajectory of the feather arrow's flight. Holding his breath, his heart stopped, and even the blood in his body seemed to freeze in an instant.

There was only one chance, and at the moment when the feather arrow was about to be shot, Zhaoming grabbed his hands in front of his chest. That moment. It was as if time had stood still in the entire world.

The hands will be firmly grasped, and the feathered arrows have not yet arrived. The moment when both hands are solid. The feathered arrow appeared between the hands as if it were teleporting.

Grasp it, hold it firmly, everything happens between the lightning and flint, Zhaoming successfully grabbed the feather sword shot by Hou Yi, at this moment, he didn't have half of any other thoughts, and gave birth to all the strength of his whole body into his hand.

"Ahh

A loud shout. Hysterical, the moment he grasped it, he finally succeeded in grasping the feather arrow in his hand. It's just that the danger hasn't disappeared, although this arrow didn't use too much magical power, it used up Hou Yi's eight points of strength.

The power of the Wicans. Hou Yi is even the best among them, a small feather arrow, as if the mountains are rampage, crashing into Zhaoming. With such terrifying power, how could he easily defuse it.

The moment he grabbed it, he was impacted by a huge force, and the whole person flew towards the extreme distance like a meteor.

"The former ......" Yang Sansan didn't understand why, and was about to ask. But the speed was so fast that I couldn't even say the second word, and the air filled my mouth, and I couldn't speak.

The speed is far faster than Zhaoming's own speed. In an instant, I saw a meteor disappear into the sky.

In the Colosseum, Kuafu and Meng Huai were all stunned, and then they heard Kuafu Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughing: "Hou Yi, bet ten jars of wine with you, your arrow will definitely not kill him!"

Meng Huai's face was gloomy: "Houyi, you ...... You...... You've let me down so much. ”

Others couldn't see it clearly, but the two of them could see it clearly, although that arrow was enough to kill Zhaoming even if it was just the aftermath, but after being caught by the other party like this, both of them believed that Zhaoming would not die nine times out of ten.

Hou Yi was also stunned for a while, and after a while, he lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Menghuai, I didn't expect this to happen." ”

He had already judged from the other party's previous actions that Zhao Ming wanted to grab the feather arrow empty-handed, and admired the other party's decision, but it didn't mean that he could be optimistic. In fact, he didn't keep his hand, and tried his best to exert eight points, but he didn't expect to be really caught by the other party.

Meng Huai shook his head, he didn't know what to say. In the final analysis, he couldn't blame Hou Yi, after all, the other party knew too little about Zhaoming, so he could only scold: "Damn it!"

looked at the rotten old man angrily, and hated to shoot him to death directly, but unfortunately he couldn't help the other party at all.

The rotten old man smiled slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and lowered his head. He didn't think about anything anymore, just trapped the witch clan here as much as possible, and delayed Zhaoming as much time as possible.

To the east of the Colosseum, a streamer of light crossed the sky at an extremely terrifying speed and rushed into the distance. It wasn't a real shooting star, but a sign of holding feathered arrows in both hands. Some Wu clans saw it and wanted to chase after it, but they couldn't catch up at all.

Hou Yi ...... At this moment, Zhaoming finally understood who the witch clan with eagle-like eyes was.

The corrupt old man said that the strongest disciples of the five generations of the Wu clan were not from the twelve surnames, but from the two ordinary bloodlines of the Wu clan. One of them is quick and good at archery, and if he is given enough preparation, even monks who are two realms higher may be killed by him.

The power of one arrow is enough to easily break through his own furnace refining Dafa, and this person can't think of anyone else except Hou Yi.

Don't say that the challenge of skipping the level is that you don't have a 100% chance of winning in the same realm.

The children of the Wu clan are really outstanding, except for the twelve surnamed Wu clans, even ordinary Wu clan bloodlines may also have such strong people. Even if the older generation of strong people passes, the disciples of the new generation are enough to take on the heavy responsibilities of the clan.

While sighing in his heart, he didn't dare to relax in his hands at all, although he had used twelve points of strength, he still couldn't completely stop the momentum of the feather arrows.

That terrifying feathered arrow was like a yellow eel pinched in its hand, constantly struggling, about to break free.

Yang Sansan desperately hugged Zhaoming's foot, and the swift wind howled, which was so powerful that it was better than the monk's shot. It's a pity that he doesn't transition to the realm of the Tribulation Period, and his physical body tempering is far less powerful than Zhaoming's.

The wind was like a knife, cutting flesh and blood, spitting blood, and his consciousness was almost blurred. It's just that Zhaoming can't take care of him at the moment, and he can't protect himself, so how can he be distracted.

If you continue like this, I am afraid that there will be death, and letting go is the best choice. But Yang Sansan was too afraid to return to the Colosseum, and Zhaoming had become the only hope of life in his heart, holding on to it and preferring to die rather than let go.

Flying over the forests and mountains, through the clouds and the sky, Zhaoming tried his best to defuse the strength of the arrow, but he couldn't do it in the end.

I don't know how far I was gone, my hands were exhausted, and I finally couldn't hold the feather arrow anymore. The strength in his hand was slightly weak, and the feather arrow broke free of his hands and shot directly into his chest, penetrating his body, and the strength carried the two of them forward.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Zhaoming directly hit a peak. That strength is so great that even Da Luo Jin Immortal can hardly bear it, how can this ordinary mountain peak bear it.

In the loud noise, the peak shattered, and the trend of Zhaoming did not stop, and rushed farther away.

In a series of loud noises, the mountain peaks were smashed by Zhaoming, and when his strength was slightly slackened, the feather arrows pierced his chest, nailing him directly to the top of a cliff.

After half a bang, only a boom was heard, and the aftermath dissipated, turning the huge cliff wall into ruins.

Zhaoming lay in the ruins, panting for breath, motionless. The sharp pain in his chest was not worth mentioning, and what made his heart palpitate was the fear of passing by death.

Sometimes it's so interesting, before you really face death, you can be fearless, but after passing with death, you will feel a kind of heart palpitation from the depths of your soul.

The fear of death may be an instinct deep in the soul of all living beings. The brave can slowly dominate this instinct, but they can't really eliminate it.

After lying down for a while, and waiting for his mind to calm down a little, Zhaoming stretched out his hand and tried hard to pull out the feather arrow. It's just that Hou Yi's arrow is actually so easy to deal with, and the amount of his strength remaining on that arrow seems to have grown in his body.

There are runes on the prunes, which should be the marks engraved by Hou Yi himself. Such feather arrows, he will never waste them easily, if they are not destroyed, they can be retrieved by simply following the breath to find them. In the same way, as long as you follow the breath to find, you will also find yourself.

No matter how difficult it is, it must be pulled out, Zhaoming grabbed his other hand as well, clenched his hands, and with all his strength, the feather arrow finally moved.

It's just that the speed of being pulled out is extremely slow, little by little, even the belt meat. This arrow pierced through the heart and lungs, and even pulled the internal organs of the body.

With such a sharp pain, Zhaoming also gasped a few breaths of cold air in pain. This is still pulling out feather arrows, it is simply cutting off one's own arm.

Pull it up little by little, the speed is extremely slow, and after a long time, it is finally the feather arrow that runs through the chest is pulled out.

This arrow...... Zhaoming was furious in his heart and wanted to destroy it, but he hesitated and endured it.

Putting the feather arrow aside, he turned over and sat up, and suddenly found something on his feet, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Oops...... Zhaoming was shocked.

Just now, I just went to catch the feather arrow, and I didn't think about anything else at all, but now I suddenly remembered that I was not alone, and there was a rotten old man who let him take away Yang Sansan.

"Three-three!"

Zhaoming endured the pain on his body and turned over, holding Yang Sansan in his arms, and his heart suddenly sank again.

The three sides of the sheep were like gold paper, and the breath was weak, and even began to collapse, and it was already on the verge of death. (To be continued......)