The first cause of all realms

Chapter 585 With a Bow in Hand, Can You Fight a Martial Saint? !

Boo!
In the sky, goshawks fluttered their wings, and the strong wind was surging like a tide.

boom!
An arrow coming to the south, like a sky sword piercing the sky, the air wave exploded suddenly, like a wind dragon roaring in the sky, blowing away the heavy wind and snow.

Burst out extremely bright light.

In an instant, the sky was bright, and the momentary brilliance of this arrow seemed to suppress the blazing sun that had not yet risen.

It fell through the sky, and wherever it passed, the wind, snow, and air currents were all cut off, as if the sky had been pierced by an arrow.

hold head high!
The indescribable momentum of the arrow was like a wildfire burning across the sky, directly burning into the hearts of everyone present.

It was definitely not Yuan Haofei who was aimed at, the huge and fierce arrow seemed to engulf everyone present!
"who?!"

Feng Xingzi was startled, and the colorless giant sword, which combined the power of thousands of swords, suddenly turned over and stood in front of him.

More than him?

Even someone as paranoid and fierce as Yuan Haofei had no choice but to withdraw his fists to protect himself.

Ka Ka Ka!
The ultimate crisis swept across like a tide, without any hesitation, Yuan Haofei's energy and blood were boiling, his true energy was burning, and his already burly physique became even bigger under such congestion.

retreat?

Can't go back!

In the blink of an eye, the decisiveness was revealed, and the slight distracting thoughts were completely extinguished, Yuan Haofei turned around and raised his arms to the sky.

boom!
Wang Yang also seemed to pour out his real energy, before Yuan Haofei kneaded and punched the fist, turning into a fiery golden light.

In a trance, there seems to be smallpox falling, golden lotus springing up, and faintly, there seems to be a Buddha shadow flashing, chanting Sanskrit.

Together with Divine Fist and Ba Fist, it is called the Four Great Divine Fist in the world, and the heritage of Brahma Fist is much higher than the previous one.

At this time of fighting for life, the will and light of this punch are much stronger than before.

Boom!

Almost at the moment when the two of them tried their best to mobilize them, the arrow that surrounded the four spirits with brilliance, shining like the scorching sun, also descended.

The city wall, which had endured hundreds of years of wind and frost, was the first to bear the brunt of it, and was shattered by the ripples stirred up by the confrontation between the three, and large pieces of earth, rock and dust soared into the sky and danced with the wind and snow.

The hurricane wind followed, knocking down the city towers, splitting the beams and tiles, and even blowing the masters who came in a hurry to retreat again and again.

"Heavenly Will Four Elephant Arrows!"

Until this moment, someone's exclamation sounded in the city.

This person's eyesight is very precise, almost the moment he saw the arrow, he recognized the superior archery technique of Long Yuan Dao.

However, compared to this arrow, his warning was too slow.

At the same time as his voice echoed, the colorless giant sword standing in front of the city wall exploded and turned into thousands of light spots flying around.

And the fist glow mixed with Sanskrit sounds completely exploded after a moment of stalemate!
"How can it be so strong?!"

Yuan Haofei's pupils shrank violently.

There is a folk saying that Sirius is the most powerful archery player in the world, followed by Da Ming, and Da Li is the last. However, in the past hundred years, the heavy arrows of the Da Li Dynasty have even surpassed the heavy punches.

In the past hundred years, there have been many outstanding archers, and their excellent archery skills have even spread to the people.

Although he has no archery skills, but in the past 30 years, he has seen many good archers, but has he ever seen such fierce archery?
The Ning Gang Transformation Arrow is certainly remarkable, but it is not uncommon, but the horror of the strength contained in this arrow is simply horrifying to hear.

In a daze, he even thought that he had gone back to the time when he asked the national teacher, Fan Ruyi, more than 20 years ago...

"Don't think about it!"

His chest cavity swelled violently, and his blood and flesh were on fire. However, the next moment, he felt a bone-chilling chill descending on him, extinguishing the scorching flames.

With one arrow piercing through, his body, armor, horizontal training, and even the flesh, muscles, bones and internal organs on the back of his chest all evaporated and disappeared!
At this moment, viewed from outside the city, it is spectacular.

A beam of light criss-crossed from north to south, nailing the tall and burly figure of Zhang Xu in mid-air!
So tyrannical, so terrifying!
Blood and snow danced together in the sky, screams and sound waves ravaged.

"Congenitally invisible, broken breath and broken form!"

When everyone was horrified, only Feng Xingzi let out a long roar, and the piercing chill hit his face, making his beard and hair swell.

hum!
An inexplicable sword intent rises from its halogen top.

The intent of this sword is brilliant and vast, but it is extremely cold, and the deep winter under the snowstorm seems insignificant in front of it.

The moment its meaning manifests, the void seems to be frozen!
This is? !
Lin Daoren, who was pressing the ground with one arm and looking up at the sky, couldn't help but feel his heart tremble, feeling that all external perceptions had been frozen.

He is like this, so is the old man who urges all kinds of poisons, and so are all the masters inside and outside the city!

The world is lonely, and the sword intent of everything is frozen!

boom!
After a brief stalemate, the omnipotent arrow dispersed completely, while Feng Xingzi coughed up blood, and fled crazily at top speed.

"This is……"

A few miles away, above the sky, the gaze of Yang Jue who was standing with a bow in his hand was also solemn, and in the cauldron of gluttony, the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Slaying Ghost Sword vibrated vigorously.

The movement was so loud that it seemed to be no less than when I met the slovenly Taoist for the first time in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain.

"The sword intent of the sword god Mu Qingliu!"

This thought flashed in his mind, Yang Jue held down the Qianlong Divine Bow, and the second arrow that was supposed to be aimed at Feng Xingzi did not go out.

Boom!

The loud thunderous sound reverberated in the sky, and the air wave that was emptied by an arrow only turned back against the current at this time, like a hurricane sweeping the sky with snow.

Inside and outside the city wall, there was a moment of dead silence.

All eyes were on the goshawk approaching with fluttering wings. To be precise, it was the swordsman in black clothes standing on top of it holding a bow.

In the wind and snow, his eyes burned like torches, and the scalding heat seemed to ignore the void, burning all the eyes that were watching.

With one arrow, the two great masters who had been famous for decades were both severely injured, one fled in embarrassment, and the other was already unable to move.

Such power, such tyranny...

"Northwest King, Yang Prison!"

An uncontrollable trembling emerged in the hearts of all the masters inside and outside the city.

Above the goshawk, the moment the blazing eyes streamed down, there seemed to be no noise in the world.

At this moment, regardless of the level of martial arts, regardless of the size of the sect, all masters have a feeling that there is nowhere to hide under the eyes of the law.

Under the magic arrow, there is no sense of hiding!

"Xi, the Northwest King?! He, he is the Northwest King..."

Behind the eaves of a certain house, Huang Hu almost crushed the tiles.

Looking at the figure standing in the sky with his hands behind his back, with a bow in his hand, but the hands of all the heroes are bound, for a moment, his heart was agitated.

For more than a year, he has heard more than once about this young hero who is hidden as the master of the Northwest Road.

In the past, he always felt that the rumors were exaggerated, but now, he felt trembling and extremely awed.

"Yang Prison..."

Somewhere in the city, Chu Tianyi felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but clenched the small bronze sword in his palm. Amidst the magical powers subconsciously activated, familiar words reappeared:

【...You draw your sword and rise up, wanting to break the devil in your heart, and you hold the heart of the sword again, you are dead...】

He is strong again!
The same thought not only appeared in Chu Tianyi's mind, but also squeezed into the hearts of Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong who were hiding in the dark.

At this moment, these two six-door door gods who had experienced many battles couldn't help but feel a little bit of depression in their hearts.

How long has it been, only two years before and after...

Two years!
This time, for beginners of martial arts, may not be enough to master a low-level martial arts, let alone for them.

In fact, for a master in the realm of a great master, every insignificant improvement requires tens of years!
This kind of progress is simply appalling!

"Yang Prison..."

With disheveled hair hanging on his blood-stained face, Lin Daoren's heart was more complicated than that of everyone present.

It was the first time he heard of the person in front of him, but because he was suspected of being loved by his own disciple, he didn't really care about it.

Even if he will do one after another, one after another, which will shock the world in the eyes of others, he actually doesn't care much in his heart.

As far as he is concerned, what about a master, and what about a great master?

As early as 30 years ago, he had already stood in front of Wu Sheng's gate!

However at this time...

Huhu~
The goshawk fell to the height, Yang Jue stretched out his hand, and a ray of real steel seemed to be alive, and it came back from a distance, bringing the round bead thrown by Lin Daoren.

Just like the flesh of Tai Sui, this bead is intertwined with various colors, and when the palm is lightly shaken, it reflects a large amount of brilliance, which is beautiful and magnificent.

"Tai Sui Bead..."

After casually glanced at it, Yang Jue put away the bead and looked at the rather embarrassed Lin Daoren among the ruins:

"Senior, you owe me one more time."

Holding the book of life and death in his hand, Lin Daoren once settled in the Northwest Dao City. Yang Jian's understanding of him is more detailed than that of Qin Si, Zhao Kun, and even Taoist Zhenyan.

This Yulongguan sect, the most outstanding Taoist other than the mantra, was already No. 30 under the Martial Saint as early as 1 years ago.

Such a person is the most difficult to be favored by others.

If you don't mention it yourself, you will be depressed in your heart, but on the contrary...

Call ~
Lin Daoren also came back to his senses, his heart was extremely complicated, but he felt much better after hearing this.

"Of course I will pay you back what I owe you."

After spitting out the compressed blood in his chest, he slowly got up, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people who were frightened by the arrows inside and outside the city wall:

"It's just that you shouldn't come..."

"It doesn't matter who comes."

Yang Yue shook his head slightly.

Zhao Kunneng fled all the way back to the Northwest Road City. Some of his lives may not have been killed, but it may not be that others were involved.

Yang Qiu could see clearly, but he had no choice.

Not to mention that Lin Daoren and Qin Si had the kindness of nurturing and saving lives, even if they didn't, the root of this matter still lies in themselves.

Furthermore, if you don't come by yourself, the man of truth will definitely come.

That, makes no difference.

In a word, the goshawk has already soared into the sky again, Yang Jue held the bow in his hand, and while breathing out his true energy, the arrow revived again.

With a sweep of his eyes, he has locked onto Han Feng Mansion and Fang Yulong who are standing in the shadows of the city and hiding their aura:

"Yang Prison came a step late, but you and I have been waiting for a long time..."

Huhu~
As the faint voice reverberated, the chill in the city seemed to grow a bit stronger. In the shadows, Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong walked out slowly.

Burning blood was surging on the two of them, their expressions were indifferent, but they did not flinch or panic at all.

On the contrary, faintly, there was a relieved smile:

"Yang Yu, you really are as arrogant as before..."

Boom!

Before the words of the two of them fell, the half-opened Qianlong roared again, and the extremely sharp arrow light suddenly fell.

"you!"

The expressions of the two were terrified, and they retreated violently, but after only one step, the two of them had already stood still, and their hearts fell to the ground.

A dark yellow thick palm came suddenly, and in the midst of everyone's attention, it grabbed the black iron arrow that had seriously injured the two great masters:

"You know you're going to die, but you dare to fall into the ambush? Kid, your courage makes me a little bit admirable..."

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