God Ring Howl

However, no matter how Xuanyuan Hong urged the Tsing Yi Killer to activate the Yi Xiu San deep in the soul of the Tsing Yi Killer, the Tsing Yi Killer did not move at all.

Xuanyuanhong didn't know how powerful Zhao Xiang's soul energy was, and how powerful the soul-breaking bowl's ecstasy was.

He didn't even know how terrifying the effect of the divine ring amplified by the soul altar was.

Therefore, Xuanyuan Hong just stared blankly at Zhao Xiang with his helpless and angry eyes wide open.

He watched numbly as the killer's frantic pounce gradually loosened up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bloodthirsty and frightening atmosphere began to subside like a tide, and there were still dozens of killers in blue clothes.

The encirclement is getting bigger and bigger.

The eyes of all the killers in Tsing Yi became more hesitant.

Their eyes are no longer filled with the previous kind of risking their lives.

The gazes of seven or eight killers in green began to look away carefully, to see if there were other companions behind them.

Once he finds that there is still one, even if there is one, he must slow down and let others rush up and then fall down.

If the master, Xuanyuanhong, hadn't spoken, all the killers in Tsing Yi would never have dared to retreat even half a point.

Otherwise, their ending would not be much better than being killed by Zhao Xiang.

However, right now, they are trying to delay the time as much as possible, hoping to linger on for a while.

It is only waiting for the master and the Confucian old man and the cold young man next to the master to personally act and find a chance to survive.

"Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiang's strength is so powerful! Could it be that everything he knew before was false?"

"Or Zhao Xiang, what kind of secret method did he rely on to deliberately hide his cultivation?"

"Could it be that... he, he, he, he actually knew something secret?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Only the Xuanyuan family knows this secret!"

"Even in the Xuanyuan family, not everyone knows about it, except for the core figures of the Xuanyuan family!"

"And I, Xuanyuan Hong, also got this secret at an extremely accidental time and by chance!"

"Even if Zhao Xiang has the blood of the ancient royal family and ancient gods?"

"How could he know such a secret?"

Xuanyuanhong had various thoughts in his mind, and his mind was slightly confused for a while.

However, at this time, Zhao Xiang's tactics changed suddenly, causing all the killers in Tsing Yi to fall into deep despair.

Zhao Xiang no longer fought steadily as before, but let go of his body.

Rabbits rise and fall among the loose crowd, like a blue whirlwind sweeping across the huge courtyard.

Every bounce and sweep is bound to be accompanied by a howl, either as long as a mournful woman, or as short as a eunuch cutting his throat.

The sound was like a knife, like a sword, like a hammer, slashing, stinging, and bombarding the Tsing Yi killer's heart, enveloping more panic.

Punches, finger jabs, elbows, shoulders, knees, kicks, leg sweeps.

The broken soul bowl is driven by powerful supernatural powers, reaching the depths of the soul.

Occasionally, the yin and yang eyes are opened, killing instantly.

Zhao Xiang has weapons all over his body.

Every blow will knock down a person, and there is no delay or half-point error.

Fighting against such an opponent, the Tsing Yi Killer has never been seen since he became a killing machine.

They couldn't find a reason to keep themselves brutal and tyrannical.

It was as if he had suddenly fallen into a quagmire of terror, becoming more and more timid and desperate.

In the huge courtyard, the killers in green clothes in twos and threes did not show their original ferocious faces, only horror.

……

"Wang Zun, let the slaves go?"

The old Confucian scholar couldn't hold back, and he took the initiative to ask Xuanyuan Hong to fight.

He doesn't care about the life and death of these Tsing Yi killers, but with their fetters at the moment, it is relatively easy to attack Zhao Xiang by himself.

Besides, the Confucian old man secretly said in his heart that the head of the Xuanyuan family, the old Huangzun, sent himself to follow Xuanyuanhong——

In the final analysis, regardless of surveillance or control, the ultimate goal is for Zhao Xiang.

If Zhao Xiang cannot be detained, he can be slaughtered directly.

The voice of the old emperor resounded in the ears of the old Confucian scholar.

"Yes, it seems that Zhao Xiang is very difficult to control, he must be killed!"

"This is also for the benefit of the entire Xuanyuan family! Even if Xuanyuanhong is sacrificed, it doesn't matter!"

The Confucian scholar thought, since sooner or later he had to slaughter the opponent who frightened him, it might be easier to find an opportunity first.

"Don't worry, the two of you are the last reliance of this deity, if you don't come out, you're done, and if you go out, you will hit."

Xuanyuan Hong has calmed down.

He raised his hand to signal a strong man holding a flag in the distance, and said coldly——

"Since the Tsing Yi killer is doomed to die, let me see how strong this Zhao Xiang is!"

After receiving the order, the strong man with the flag waved the black flag in his hand vigorously.

On the walls of pavilions, towers, pavilions, corridors, columns and various commanding heights around the battlefield, killers in Tsing Yi with strong bows and crossbows appeared at the same time.

From the looks of it, there were no less than a hundred of them, all of them with ferocious faces and no color at all.

Holding arrows one after another, all the arrows exude a cold and sharp light.

Without exception, they all point to the center of the battlefield.

The target is Zhao Xiang who is constantly moving.

"hiss!"

Even though he was prepared, the Confucian scholar was still shocked.

He knew in his heart that Xuanyuan Hong's purpose in doing this was to test Zhao Xiang's physical strength.

From this, we can finally judge the general situation of Zhao Xiang's strength.

Why did he do this?Could it be that Xuanyuanhong still has some trump card yet to use?

Or, or did he actually want to obtain Zhao Xiang's closer to the real data and spread it to the patriarch, the old Huangzun?

However, in the current situation, the old Confucian scholar thought that the only feasible method for these archers was to cover up attacks——

It's hard to say whether Zhao Xiang will be hurt, but those remaining killers in Tsing Yi are destined to die completely.

The old Confucian scholar's eyes flashed sharply, and he kept underestimating in his heart.

It is not easy to train a Tsing Yi killer, Xuanyuan Hong is so unsucking——

The only explanation can only be that he, Xuanyuanhong is not sure of successfully detaining Zhao Xiang, not even massacre!

Even if there is an old man and the ice-cold young man Yang Yi, even if Xuanyuanhong himself is a peak god!

He, Xuanyuan Hong is still not sure!

"kill!"

"Woo! Woo! Woo!..."

With Xuanyuan Hong's order, more than a hundred bowstrings were flicked open, making a piercing sound.

Above the huge courtyard, the sky suddenly darkened, and the crossbow arrows intertwined into a dark cloud and fell down.

The courtyard with a radius of [-] square meters is within the attack range of arrows and crossbows.

Among the dark clouds, there are still a few colorful streamers.

Those are all magical powers released by the killer in green at the same time, and the threat is much greater than the powerful arrows.

Hearing the knocking of the bowstring and the sound of shooting in unison, dozens of terrified faces rose up at the same time.

All the killers in green had their eyes wide open, revealing a long look of unwillingness and deep despair.

There is also the deep resentment that was sleeping in the depths of the soul, but is now revived for some reason.

These Tsing Yi killers have been under the tight control of Xuanyuan Hong with Yi Xiu San.

They are killer puppets, without emotion or thought, and their only purpose is to slaughter for their master Xuanyuanhong.

Their original only ending was death, and it was the kind of death with no complaints or regrets.

However, the arrival of Zhao Xiang gave them a temporary rebirth of their souls.

Under the bombardment of Zhao Xiang's powerful and powerful soul fluctuations, these ruthless and ruthless killers in green clothes had a glimmer of understanding.

They finally suddenly knew their own destiny, their ending, and why they came here.

They couldn't figure out why they risked their lives to fight and ended up like this.

Could it be that his master, Xuanyuan Hong, doesn't treat us as human beings at all?

In order to detain or kill Zhao Xiang, sacrifice me and others?

The world in front of him was pitch black, and there was no trace of the wailing and howling of arrows.

Zhao Xiang's deep and soothing voice echoed in his mind: "Xuanyuan Hong, you will never be lonely, there is Tsing Yi on Huangquan Road!"

There were bursts of muffled sounds on the battlefield. It was the sound of arrows tearing flesh and bones.

These arrows are all made of various fine and rare materials in the Buddhist world.

Not only that, but the arrows made have been soaked and sacrificially refined in special medicinal liquid for a long time.

Therefore, as long as these arrows hit the target, they will tear the flesh, penetrate into the bone marrow, and absorb vitality.

Hence the name Reaper's Arrow, a Dzogchen powerhouse in the late stage of the emperor's peak, no one can survive by luck.

Arrows entering the body represent broken flesh, broken bones, and death.

Vitality drifted from the body of the Tsing Yi killer.

Regardless of fear or resentment, the eyes quickly dimmed and turned into nothingness.

Countless horrifying muffled sounds gathered together, as if announcing that the battle in Xuanyuan Mansion had just begun.

……

In the dense rain of arrows, a huge cyan figure soared into the sky.

The corpses of the two killers in green clothes spun and danced like wheels with blazing flames and dazzling ice crystals, and Zhao Xiang was among them.

From the looks of it, his figure suddenly enlarged several times, like a hurricane spinning in the air.

It seemed that in the next moment, the hurricane would spin into the group of Tsing Yi assassins firing bows and arrows.

The one-sided killings began.

Once the Tsing Yi archers were approached by Zhao Xiang, they were even inferior to those Tsing Yi killers in the courtyard.

They howled like slaughtering pigs and sheep one after another, spreading fear, panic and despair one after another.

A few arrows were super powerful, and they never met the powerful obstacles of the corpse's muscles and bones, passing through the flesh and blood and concentrating on Zhao Xiang's body.

Under the cover of the miserable howls of many Tsing Yi archers, a low, muffled hum that was barely audible came out.

The old Confucian scholar spoke slowly, with a very cautious expression and voice——

"It's the power of the physical body, there is no fluctuation of spiritual power. I think this person should not be a monk!"

The cold young man frowned, and glanced at the Confucian old man with a little disdain, and his voice was slightly loud——

"Great strength, fast speed, and the physical body is indeed very strong."

"However, according to my supernatural powers and mystic investigations, this person's supernatural powers are definitely not inferior to his physical body!"

The cold young man's tone was extremely cold and arrogant. He obviously thought that he had found out the characteristics of his opponent, and his confidence had also increased a lot.

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Xuanyuan Hong's face, and he said through gritted teeth——

"Look again, this person's physical strength is probably terrifying!"

"There is no turning back when you open the bow. The more you know, the more certainty you will win."

"Since this guy likes to show off his coolness, this deity will let him show off enough."

Saying so on the lips, Xuanyuan Hong thought so in his heart, I am afraid that this Zhao Xiang will fight to the death.

This monster has unfathomable supernatural powers, how did its physical body become so powerful that it reached the level of a great god?

With such thoughts in mind, Xuanyuan Hong stepped forward and said with a sinister smile——

"It doesn't matter if they are all dead, raising them for thousands of years is the critical moment to be loyal to the deity."