wicked immortal

In the sky, a strange scene appeared.

The darkness and the light seemed to be fighting. For a while, the black waves were raging in the sky, and for a while, the sun was shining in the sky. The darkness and the light kept fighting alternately.

The people in the city far away in the sky prostrated themselves on the ground one by one, looking at the peak of the sacred mountain with devout faces, praying for the light to overcome the darkness.

The constant power of faith was like a trickle of streams that converged into a vast ocean from all directions, poured into Zhao Yuan's limbs and bones, and entered the depths of his soul.

Zhao Yuan has never felt that he is so powerful, and his abundant strength stretches endlessly.

At the same time, Zhao Yuan also felt the power of City Lord Yan, which was the power of endless darkness, which made him seem to return to the days when he was flying without bounds in the universe.

He is indeed a treacherous and evil person!

Zhao Yuan was secretly shocked by the erosive power of Lord Yan's dark power. The evil in his heart has even changed the properties of the good fortune jade slip of the ancestor of Hongjun. If he becomes a climate, it must be Lives were devastated, and blood flowed like rivers.

Zhao Yuan has already made up his mind, and today he must kill Lord Yan on the spot, so as not to leave endless troubles.

"City Lord Yan, although you have obtained the Jade Slip of Good Fortune, you have a vicious heart. For your own selfishness, you actually slaughtered your blood relatives. The law and the heavens do not allow it. Surrender quickly, and someone Zhao will give you a whole corpse!"

Zhao Yuan let out a long roar, and said in a loud voice, the voice pierced the clouds and cracked rocks, reaching nine days away. In an instant, Zhao Yuan was surrounded by auspicious auspiciousness, and the sky was full of radiance, awe-inspiring, and completely dark.

"Fart, ignorant child, dare to be presumptuous!"

City Lord Yan let out a strange laugh, and for a while, the sky was covered with dark clouds again, and the wind was gusty, like thousands of ghosts howling in hell, which made a group of masters tremble with fear, and the surrounding beasts fled away one after another Hundreds of feet away.

"Death!"

The dignified Zhao Yuan raised his arm in the air, and a long bow appeared out of thin air.

The longbow of the earth, the curved bow of alloy casting, and the string of synthetic fiber.

In the world of comprehension, no one has ever refined the modern industrial products of the ancient earth into magic weapons, but Zhao Yuan found inspiration from them.

Compared with the ancient hardwood and tendon, the strength index of modern metal and synthetic fiber has been increased many times. After being tempered by Zhao Yuan's refining method, from the perspective of the cultivation world, the longbow in Zhao Yuan's hand , is already regarded as a low-level magic weapon of comprehension.

Because Zhao Yuan's cultivation is mainly physical, he is extremely picky about magic weapons. In fact, Zhao Yuan has seized thousands of magic weapons, but Zhao Yuan never thought of using magic weapons to fight.

Zhao Yuan knew very well that once he became dependent on the magic weapon, his physical cultivation would stagnate forever, and he would never be able to climb to the peak of "The Enemy of Thousands". It was for this reason that Zhao Yuan didn't even bother to refine those powers Astonishing magic weapon, occasionally refining, just to explore some refining skills.

Of course, Zhao Yuan also needed magical weapons to fight, but he chose to refine them by himself.

Refining someone else's magic weapon and refining one's own magic weapon are completely different things. Other people's magic weapon, even if it is refined, will still leave someone else's style and cannot fully integrate into it, just like the current Lord Yan. , because its character is completely contrary to the style of the magic weapon. It was originally a sacred magic weapon, but it was abruptly turned into an evil thing, and its power was naturally greatly reduced.

The magic weapon refined by oneself is quite different, its power may not be as powerful as those ancient magical weapons, but the most important thing is that it can be used like an arm and a finger, and its power can be fully exerted.

The Art of Archery!

There is no doubt that Zhao Yuan's skill with arrows has reached its peak.

The huge spiritual power locked the entire peak of Shenshan Mountain. Inexplicably, people felt as if they were being stared at by some mysterious power, and there was a chill down their backs, as if there was a ferocious beast waiting for an opportunity in the void. There is a possibility of violent injury...

……

The sound of bowstrings.

A black streamer seemed to travel through time and space, tearing apart the void.

"Go to hell!"

Seeing the black sharp arrow coming like a shooting star, City Lord Yan gave a cold shout, and lightly pulled the pitch-black long sword in his hand, a huge black sword flower swallowed the sharp arrow, making a "chi chi" sound.

The smoke disappeared.

What made people dumbfounded was that the sharp black arrow was twisted into fans by City Lord Yan's sword flower, and it turned into black powder that filled the sky and danced wildly in the air.

"Haha, you dare to make a fool of yourself!"

City Lord Yan's blow worked, and his confidence immediately increased. With a strange laugh, the long sword in his hand was thrown in the air, and he rushed towards Zhao Yuan in the air, with momentum like a rainbow.

At this time, Lord Yan had lost his patience. He just wanted to rush to the temple in the depths of the universe as soon as possible, find the teleportation array, and enter the fairy world. However, this meteorite belt was going to be destroyed anyway, so naturally he didn't want to be with the long man in front of him. Send young people to pester, so as not to have long nights and dreams...

……

Seeing that the first sharp arrow was destroyed, a smile appeared on Zhao Yuan's face.

This arrow is just a test.

The menacing and murderous City Lord Yan was already ten feet away, such a short distance, he arrived in an instant, but Zhao Yuan did not panic, and still calmly bent his bow and set his arrows.

The second arrow is the real beginning.

The black-hearted Shenmu arrows with the aura of death slid out of Zhao Yuan's bowstring without a sound, one after another, like the Yangtze River, never stopping.

Time and space seemed to stand still.

The people in Sky City stared blankly at the ghostly sharp arrows forming waves, which had overturned their imagination.

It is unimaginable that a single person can shoot a curtain of arrows that can only be formed by thousands of archers.

Such amazing archery.

Very fierce archery.

Everyone didn't know that this was the skill of arrows that broke the souls of countless heroes of the Great Qin Empire and assassinated the slaves on the prairie. Just this archery made the assassins prolong the national fortune for hundreds of years. Its power can be seen.

Pong!

Pong!

Pong!

Pong!

……

A series of explosions sounded.

In the grim smile of City Lord Yan, puffs of pitch-black sword flowers appeared in the air, and the sword flowers full of dark aura were like the big mouths of wild beasts, devouring the wave after wave. A wave of arrows.

All the people looked dull.

The way of fighting between Zhao Yuan and Yan City Lord has reached the peak of the thinking range of Sky City hunters.

In the meteorite belt, the battles between hunters are all hand to hand, which is the most primitive way of fighting. This kind of non-contact but extremely dangerous, life-and-death fighting method is simply unheard of.

"I want to see how many sharp arrows you have!"

City Lord Yan had a ferocious smile on his face, and his snow-white robe fluttered like a demon god from hell.

"You'll know right away."

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth, he still bent his bow and shot arrows in an orderly manner, that seemingly unpleasant archery action, but the sharp arrows shot out were like a storm, and the speed was so fast that it was dizzying.

If the speed is shocking, then the torrent of sharp arrows makes people feel deeply terrifying...

……

"The Art of Arrow!"

Zhao Yuan drank lightly, shook the longbow in his hand, injected the power of Haoran's faith into the bow and arrow, and dozens of sharp arrows shot out like ghosts silently.

Suddenly, in the sky, arrow feathers shot in all directions.

After the silent arrow feathers drew an arc and shot tens of feet away, they turned back and shot at City Lord Yan from all directions.

"what……"

Seeing the sharp arrows shooting from all around him, City Lord Yan let out an exclamation, and raised a cloud of jet-black sword flowers from the long sword in his hand, wrapping his body tightly.

Pong!

Pong!

Pong!

……

Countless sharp arrows pounced on City Lord Yan's black sword flower like locusts, and were immediately swallowed by the sword flower, making a loud noise that shook the sky, and the whole mountain was trembling.

"what……"

This time, City Lord Yan was gone and calmed down. Inside those sharp arrows, there was a terrifying breath of death. They exploded close at hand, forming a vortex after another. In a hurry, a sharp arrow stuck to it The ground shot at his right foot silently like a ghost. When he reacted, the arrow had already been shot in his right foot. Immediately, a dark aura enveloped his whole body.

Black Heart Shenmu Arrow!

City Lord Yan didn't know what the Black Heart Shenmu was, but he could feel the dark power, that power, eroding his soul and pulling him to the bottomless depths.

not good!

At this time, City Lord Yan had lost the slightest will to fight. He just wanted to leave here far away, find a place to heal his injuries, and then go to the teleportation array deep in the universe.

"kill!"

City Lord Yan jumped up from the densely packed arrow feathers, and slashed his sword towards Zhao Yuan, making a sound like a thunderbolt, like thousands of sword qi galloping on the peak, with thousands of murderous auras, the momentum is terrifying.

"Goodbye, everyone, wait slowly, hahahahaha..."

City Lord Yan's sword was actually a bluff, slamming east and west, and before everyone reacted, in the blink of an eye, he was already hundreds of feet away in the sea of ​​clouds, turning into a small black spot...