God's Summoner

Chapter 1887 Master Lingbao...death! ! !

"shoot!!!"

The four major disciples yelled in unison, but they themselves did not make any movements.

Like them, although the black light in Lu Yue's hand was lingering and looked mighty, he didn't make a move.

Started...

It is the army, the army of the great merchants.

Soon, with the sound of yelling, around the snow forest where Master Lingbao was, how many magic archers rushed out from all directions in an instant, and surrounded Master Lingbao with a distance of tens of feet. middle.

This is in the hands of the magic archers, all holding powerful magic crossbows, which are immediately activated as soon as they appear.

Immediately, countless light feathers came out of the string, turned into soul-capturing straight lines, and ruthlessly pierced the body of Master Lingbao who was trapped in place by the seal and could not move! ! !
Seeing such a scene, and hearing the sound of arrow feathers piercing the sky like a swarm of bees rushing towards them quickly, Master Lingbao's pupils contracted suddenly, and he sighed softly in his heart.

He knew that he might not be able to survive today.

Because, to be able to arrange so many magic archers in this deep mountain, this must be the method of that Grand Master Wen Zhongbu of Dashang.

Under Wen Zhong's calculations, under the siege of the army, no matter how powerful a master is, he will not be able to face that kind of ruthless and cold-blooded continuous offensive.

What's more, now that my right foot has been pinched by that hateful seal, there is another Jiejiao Lu Yue on the opposite side who is not inferior to him in supernatural powers! ! !
Under such circumstances, how can you survive?

Thinking of this, Master Lingbao sighed in his heart, and quickly swung the wooden stick in his hand to resist the light feathers coming from all directions.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Immediately, countless crackling sounds resounded around Master Lingbao's body.

In just a short while, thousands of light feathers were already crushed by the seemingly ordinary wooden stick in his hand, and the remaining arrows piled up around his body, looking extremely sad.

The light feathers shrouded in all directions like a tide, and soon many of them passed through the defensive circle formed by Lingbao master's wooden stick and stuck on him.

However, these light feathers of magic arrows are unable to penetrate Master Lingbao's physical defenses, and they are often crushed to pieces by Master Lingbao's protective essence at the first touch.

However, seeing such a scene, Lu Yue was not in a hurry.

Standing in the distance, he looked coldly at Master Lingbao who was struggling like a dying beast, and at this ascetic monk who had the same status as himself, struggling helplessly against the rain of arrows.

Lu Yue knew that Master Lingbao was really strong and physically strong. If he wanted to shoot him to death from a long distance, he needed patience and continued consumption.

And as long as the power of Master Lingbao's true essence shows signs of weakening, and his physical abilities can no longer be maintained, then it will be...his death.

Therefore, the black sword in Lu Yue's hand was erected high, aiming at Master Lingbao's throat, quietly and indifferently waiting for the moment when Master Lingbao couldn't hold on.

In the same way, in the surrounding snowy forest, there were an unknown number of archers shooting at Guang Yu indifferently and quietly.

All that remained in the arena was the loud howling of Master Lingbao, and the howling wind that he kept waving the wooden stick.

……

The relentless burst of shooting is still going on.

Slowly, the broken arrows piled up around Master Lingbao's body grew higher and higher, gradually submerged his calf, and completely submerged his right leg, which was badly injured by Fa Yin, in the arrow feathers.

At this time, the Taoist robe on Master Lingbao was completely wet with sweat.

At the same time, the speed at which he swung the wooden stick in his hand gradually slowed down.

Obviously, at this moment, the power of true essence in his body was no longer as abundant as before.

Thinking about it, when Wen Zhong and the many secret guards around him met Xiqi's elite soldiers' magic arrows, they almost wiped out the entire army, which shows how powerful these magic arrows are.

Although Master Lingbao's cultivation and combat power far surpassed that of Wen Zhong and the others, he could not dodge at this moment and could only stand in place to resist. The power of true essence that he would consume was naturally extremely terrifying.

And Lu Yue, who has been waiting for work with leisure, is waiting for this opportunity.

At the moment when Master Lingbao's true energy was obviously unstable, he bent his fingers like lightning, flicked the black sword in his hand, and immediately a terrifying black light shot out instantly!
The next moment...

"puff!!!"

There was a sound of a sharp knife entering the body, and the whole world seemed to be quiet at this moment.

At the same time, Master Lingbao stopped yelling, and stopped waving the wooden stick in his hand. With his free left hand, he tightly held the black light on his throat, and said 'hohoho', but he couldn't say anything. As he spoke, dark blood flowed out from his palm.

And from the beginning to the end, the light feathers shot out by the arrows of many great business methods around him did not stop for a moment.

Therefore, in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen light feathers were shot into Master Lingbao's body, and his whole body was instantly stained red with blood.

Under the severe pain, Master Lingbao slowly closed his eyes, and sighed again in his heart, knowing that it is not feasible to show weakness and lure the enemy. the wind.

Therefore, Master Lingbao waved his hand fiercely, flicked his sleeves, and at the same time he brushed away hundreds of arrow feathers, opened his eyes, burst into flames, and shouted violently, the wooden stick he had been holding in his hand was blown away by this pure The power of his true essence was so strong that it split open from the outside, and pieces of wood flew horizontally, revealing the sword inside.

Demon Subduing Sword.

This sword has been with Master Lingbao for many years. It has brought down tens of thousands of demons in the North Sea, smashed their bodies, and cut their minds.

But at this time, his sword... could only cut at himself.

Slashing down, the sword edge pierced into the flesh without a sound, Master Lingbao cut off his right calf fiercely, broke free from the shackles of the seal, and then took off like a big bird with broken wings, flying like a blue sky. Eagles and rabbits usually enter the snow forest on the right, and enter the camp of those great merchant archers.

The sword light splashes snow, sees people splashing blood, just for a moment, hundreds of people have their chests and abdomens torn open by that ferocious demon-subduing sword, and the forest is covered in blood! ! !

What a terrible sword.

Seeing such a scene, the four apprentices around Lu Yue frowned in unison, wanting to attack in groups.

Lu Yue raised his hand to stop several disciples, and at the same time he spoke for the first time, his voice was as cold and vicious as the one in the legend.

"A dying person, why should he care about him?! Let him kill him."

When the words came out, Lu Yue sneered.

He knew that Master Lingbao was at the end of his strength at this time. He was hit by his own plague first, his throat was pierced by his own sword, and now he cut off his own leg. The blood is flowing for no money, so it won't last long.

Sure enough, the sword light in the snow forest suddenly dimmed after a moment of astonishment.

(End of this chapter)