Douluo's dark martial arts

In this world, the number of people may not represent absolute strength and power, but when the number of people reaches a certain level, it will definitely bring considerable visual impact and... miserable artistic beauty.

Under the action of the most primitive bowstring structure, the arrows erupted with destructive power far beyond the petty power of hidden weapons. With the terrifying strength and sharp arrows, one arrow could often penetrate the bodies of three aliens.

The aliens who were originally rushing toward the carriage with great agitation gradually changed their mood from anger to fear as their companions continued to fall beside them.

Facing the arrows fired by Im, they did not blindly rush forward and die, but began to learn to dodge, approaching the direction of the carriage at the expense of slowing down.

shhhhhh!

The sound of trembling bowstrings echoed in his ears. Im didn't pay much attention to the mood changes of the aliens. To him, all this was just a pastime.

Before he found out how many people around him were staring at him, these alien casualties were just an appetizer before he waited for the result.

The arrows spiraling in the air shattered the thick and powerful arm of a foreign youth. The residual limbs and flesh were thrown into the sky. The hot blood turned into ice beads and fell on the snow in the blink of an eye under the extremely cold temperature. In the ground, there is a somewhat desolate beauty under the reflection of the remaining red of the setting sun.

Amid heavy breathing, the first alien finally approached the carriage, relying on the cover of his companion's corpse. The alien soul master was covered in white hair and cyan scales, making it difficult to tell what kind of martial spirit he was.

When Bronn, who was responsible for guarding the carriage, saw this scene, he grasped the shield spirit in his hand and wanted to repel the opponent away. However, he did not expect that although this alien was not a soul master, his skills were not slow at all. Before Bronn could rush over, he He took the lead and climbed onto the roof of the carriage, preparing to fight Im at close quarters for his dead companion...

Click! Click!

Before Bronn could remind Im to be careful, Im had already noticed the opponent. Taking advantage of the gap to take the arrow, the first soul ring under his feet lit up. Along with the black cyclone appearing in the palm of his hand, a strong suction force directly sucked the aliens in. In the palm of your hand,

Accompanied by the imperceptible sound of bones crushing, it was as if nothing had happened. Im still stood on the roof of the car, holding a big bow and aiming at the aliens who kept getting closer to the carriage, muttering to himself,

"How are you going to resist the next attack?"

Im set his sights on the only three-ringed soul master among the aliens. If he saw the other person's martial soul correctly, it was the ice-armored white bear that he had eaten in the cave before.

The rough-skinned and thick-bodied beast martial spirit, coupled with the inherent defensive advantage of ice armor, is undoubtedly a threat to the business unit among the alien races. It is just right for Im to try out the little trick he just thought of.

The wind blows...

With the help of gravity, Im easily pulled the bowstring into a full moon, but this time his movements changed. He was no longer standing still and shooting like a stake, but began to cooperate with the slightly changed body shape under his feet.

Although the movement range is very small, it can even be said to be an adjustment of the body angle, but the inner skill is the pure splitting and wind hammering method.

The archery technique is coupled with the force-carrying technique of Chaosli Feng. Although it is impossible to continuously superimpose the power of arrows like a hammer, the speed of Im's archery has obviously increased, and as the technique continues to become more proficient, the speed of archery will increase. It also became faster and faster,

shhhhhh!

If the arrows fired by Im previously were compared to semi-automatic rifles, then the arrows fired by Im at this moment are Maxim machine guns. Under the increasingly exaggerated rate of fire, although the accuracy and power of the arrows have declined somewhat, they cannot bear it. The aliens are not experts either;

The bowstring of the iron embryo bow is like the strumming of a guitar in Im's hand. Often the arrow has just been shot and before the bowstring has been straightened, it has been sucked into Im's hand by the gravity of the dark martial spirit and caught up with it. An arrow ready to be fired,

In this way, for the people of the alien race, this is undoubtedly a nightmare hell test. The alien soul master is holding the body of his companion in his hand in an attempt to resist the incoming arrows. However, the next second the arrow carries a violent... The force broke his thigh,

The entire main road felt like purgatory on earth for a while. The arrows not only plundered the lives of the aliens, but also completely destroyed the so-called wildness of these aliens mentally.

Pong!

Finally, after firing hundreds of arrows in succession, the bowstring in Im's hand could no longer resist the crushing force of the dark martial soul's gravity, and he cut off the bowstring without any warning, leaving only a few left that could still be used. The standing aliens have little hope of survival,

"Wang Wang!"

"Hoowa!!"

"Wow!"

On the main road that was stained red with blood, the surviving aliens stood on the spot and looked at Im in horror as he stood on the roof of the car and took out the spare bowstring. It seemed that he had guessed that Im did not intend to let them go so easily. These aliens Under the despair of life and death, he actually knelt down and made a gesture of worship, wanting to beg Im for forgiveness in turn.

"This... aren't they rumored to be very barbaric? Isn't this okay?"

The red devil poked his little head out of the carriage and looked at the foreign race kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness. This was completely opposite to her impression of a being who was described as being unafraid of death.

Bron stood by the carriage and twitched the corner of his mouth as he looked at the broken limbs and remains spread out on the ground. He resisted the overwhelming feeling of vomiting in his stomach and said with a twitching face,

"Savagery does not mean not afraid of death. Like the knights of the empire, they are naturally not afraid of death, but let me put it bluntly.

As far as the killing methods of the Lord are concerned, no one can do it in front of him... ugh! ! "

Bronn, who could no longer hold back his nausea, vomited it out loudly. After all, the mainstream of the horse-riding world is still the world of normal people. No normal person can remain indifferent after seeing the bloody scene in front of him.

Where the aliens were unreliable, it was clear that Tiqi's methods were too cruel. With a big bow, he slaughtered more than [-] aliens alive.

The few remaining aliens, even if they were not afraid of death, could only surrender and beg for mercy when they saw the situation in front of them where they could not resist.

Otherwise, they will end up like their companions. Their limbs will be shot off by arrows, and then they will be nailed to the frozen soil with one breath left, quietly waiting for death to come.

"Can't you stand this? It seems that my expectations of you are too high."

Tiqi, who had put away his martial spirit, also jumped off the carriage at this time. As a psychopath, he certainly didn't have much feeling about this scene.

After all, it is just a tribal group. In the previous life, the Indians were massacred and the murderer did not show any remorse. He was a lunatic and had no emotions at all about such a small scene.