The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 160 Taking thoughts as arrows
But who is it?
Who else could it be besides Chen Zhuo.

Qi Shaoshang was overjoyed when he saw this, the pressure in front of him was gone, and the little arrow fell to the ground.

Looking at the appearance of the person in front of him, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"

It's just because Chen Zhuo's figure at this moment is really scary enough.

It looks like a dead bone, dry and skinny, like a corpse that has been dug out after being buried in the soil for ten and a half months, or like an old man who has run out of oil and lamps, trembling, skinny, bone supporting the skin, supporting the empty green space. Robe, with sunken cheeks and sunken eyes, neither human nor ghost.

This appearance, if anyone sees it, they will be scared to death if they are not scared to death.

The thin ones are out of human shape, and even the heartbeat seems to be gone.

But it was this body that seemed to die in the next moment and could be blown down by the wind, but it was unprecedentedly stable.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath with great effort, without the might of the tiger roaring and the dragon singing, he looked like an old man on the verge of decay.

But the words in his mouth were reassuring.

Chen Zhuo said hoarsely, "Excellent!"

He spoke slowly, as if he was a little troubled, and his mouthpiece seemed to be dry.

He looked weak and weak in every move, as if he had become an ordinary person.

This is true.

His body was turned into a furnace, his essence and blood were like firewood, and his five qi were like fire. With the help of Yuan and Chu, he almost burned all his energy.

But although the spirit is weak, the "spirit" is unprecedentedly strong.

At this moment, his energy and flesh were almost exhausted, and he was obviously weak, but Chen Zhuo felt stronger than ever. With the blessing of spiritual thoughts, even though his physical body was weak, he still had extraordinary strength.

Yuan Shisan Xian was already drawing the arrow, he suddenly laughed wildly, showing his madness, and a little bit of madness.

Since the day when he realized the "Sad Little Arrow", looking around the world, no one can match him in the way of arrows, but now, Yuan Shisanxian seems to have seen a trace of threat from this person, as well as curiosity, and the desire to covet him. color.

This person turned into a furnace, turned into a great elixir, and he really took this step. If it complements his sad arrow formula, he will be able to reach the ultimate, peak after peak, and reach the pinnacle.

What's more, he is sad that the small arrow has not yet been completed, just because the "Shan Zi Jing" has not yet been fully understood, this person's means may help him to fight Zhuge Zhengwo again.

There were originally nine small arrows in his quiver, but now two of them have been removed, and there are seven left... that's enough!

The cluster of arrows pointed straight at Chen Zhuo without any concealment. The opponent's arrow had already made a breakthrough, so of course they had to compete for the top. Once the arrow feathers were tapped, the small arrow disappeared on the string.

But more than one.

Two, three, four, five...

In a short while, Yuan Shisanjian shot five arrows in a row amid wild laughter.

Although the bows are drawn sequentially, the five arrows fly in parallel, like chasing the stars and the moon, dragging out five eye-catching green lights.

There was a sixth arrow, and this one shot at Chu Xiangyu.

Yuan Shisanxian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth and spat out, and the moment the blood splashed on the ground, it turned into ice slag, and his face became more gloomy, he was injured.

must die.

"Get behind me!"

The essence of life was weakened, and Chen Zhuo's hair was white in one breath, one piece in ten breaths, the top of his head was white first, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost and snow, and his face was haggard.

After he said a word, he clenched his five fingers, which were protruding but not fleshy, and held the bow in his hand.

He didn't catch the sun-chasing arrow, there was only one sun-chasing arrow, but there were five sad little arrows.

Chen Zhuo didn't panic, didn't panic, didn't fear or fear, even if there was no arrow on the string, he still opened his bow without hesitation.

Qi Shaoshang was taken aback, and the young soldier was also taken aback, but when the moonlight shone, both of them were stunned, shocked and moved.

I don't know if it was dazzled or in a trance, but there was a shadow of an arrow flashing across the string that was obviously empty, invisible and qualityless, but it was true and real, with the flow of energy, blended with Chen Zhuo's supreme killing intent.

This time... there are more than ten steps.

Killing thoughts become arrows.

Nothing does not kill.

Qi Shaoshang looked carefully at it in horror, narrowed his eyes and concentrated, and then took a breath, because he had already felt the sharp edge on the string, and there was an extra arrow there.

He saw it.

Chen Zhuo drew the bow and let it go, turning the arrow into thoughts.

The bowstring has been untied five times, and he has fired five arrows in a row.

The five arrows of thought went straight to the five small arrows of sadness.

It seemed that there was nothing there, but the sad little arrows were blocked before they approached. There were two "ding dings", and the sound of gold and iron mingled in the void. Chen Zhuo.

The five killing arrows turned back like gangrene attached to the bone, and in an instant the surrounding space was filled with shadows of arrows flying around, circling around Chen Zhuo.

"Get out!"

Chen Zhuo greeted the two people behind him, holding the bow in one hand, and fisted with the other, seemingly weak and weak, but burst out with an earth-shattering force the moment he hit it.

It is the power of divine thoughts.

The thought was wrapped, and with a punch, it was like the sky collapsing and the earth falling, like the King Kong who subdued the devil, and he was able to subdue the heretics.

The fist fell silently.

But the surrounding mountains and rocks were all shattered under his fist, and they were unparalleled.

Seeing Chen Zhuo's method of "using thought as a target", Yuan Shisanxian's expression completely changed, "Boy, hand over your method, and I will spare you."

It has to be said that this kid is not only highly talented, but also has a strong heart, and even luck is so good.

Those who don't know the way forward are like walking on thin ice. If one is not careful, he will be destroyed forever, and his body will be smashed to pieces. If it is someone else, ten or ten of them will die, and they will all have to be accounted for.

However, this kid broke the boat and risked his life, but he really managed to survive.

But being alive doesn't mean you will win.

Chen Zhuo's spirituality has just been formed, but it is still weak, and his physical body is almost exhausted. At this moment, when he confronts the five arrows, within a few breaths, the divine splendor that emerges between his brows is rapidly graying and crumbling. It is the five strands of divine power The arrow formed by thought is almost broken.

However, the most unexpected thing happened.

A red figure strode towards him, his chest was dripping with blood, and there was already a hole, it was Chu Xiangyu.

He hurried forward with his red cloak fluttering, his face was cold and pale, he rushed forward, but he didn't care about it, threw himself, grabbed Chen Zhuo with one hand, and pushed Chen Zhuo out of the arrow circle.

next moment.

"Puff puff……"

Blood splashed, and the five arrows all sank into Chu Xiangyu's body, a cloud of blood mist rolled out, and immediately fell heavily from mid-air.

He risked his life to block these five small arrows.

No, it is six.

As soon as the five arrows disappeared, Chen Zhuo turned around, and his right hand was already bowed like a full moon; there was no arrow on his bow, but the "Sun Chasing Arrow" on the ground was strangely floating in the air, and the cluster of arrows pointed to Yuan Thirteen.

Everything flows smoothly and in one go.

Without a moment's hesitation, Chen Zhuo let go of the string, and the floating arrow immediately disappeared out of thin air, without a trace, as if hiding into the night sky, soundlessly.

"kill!"

Li Xiao shocked the sky.

Coincidentally, Na Yuan Thirteen Limits also made the same move as him, his eyes widened, and he opened his bow angrily.

Moreover, the arrows of the two are extremely similar, there is no arrow on his crossbow, but the last arrow flies out of the quiver at the moment the crossbow is opened.

It was a small red arrow, as if stained with blood.

Hearing the sound of vibrating strings, the little red arrow flew out of the sky and disappeared strangely under everyone's gaze.

Thrilling, in the split second between life and death, a shadow of an arrow appeared in front of the two of them, as if they had arrived in an instant.

Yuan Shisanjian focused his eyes and retreated, the light in his eyes soared inch by inch, almost bursting out; he stood on one foot, and when he was flying back, his left hand suddenly swiped the bow and crossbow in front of him half a zhang away.

With a stick across, the world in front of him seemed to be divided into two, the air mechanism was split, and the moonlight seemed to be cut off.

This is the "one-line stick" method, and it is also one of its unique skills.

The shadow of the arrow in front of him slowed down immediately, as if blocked by an invisible air machine.

Yuan Shisanxian laughed wildly, grabbed it with his big hand, and the magic arrow was caught, but his laughter suddenly stopped.

An inconspicuous bead of blood suddenly flowed across the shaft of the arrow, flew out of the cluster of arrows, and shot into Yuan Shisanxian's widened left eye.

It was the blood splashed by Chu Xiangyu just now, but at this moment, under Chen Zhuo's mind, it was an arrow.

The world in front of Yuan Thirteen's eyes was suddenly covered with a layer of blood, and a thread of dark red blood dripped from the corner of his left eye.

"Well!"

Pain suddenly rises.

It turned out that there were not only Chen Zhuo's arrows, but also the young soldier who opened the bow and set the arrow, and followed closely behind.

An iron arrow flew out.

Unbiased, he actually made a miraculous achievement in the thirteenth limit of the Yuan Dynasty, breaking into his chest in an instant.

In front of Chen Zhuo, there was also an arrow's shadow, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.

Just now, this person aimed at his heart with two arrows, but he didn't know that he could move the five internal organs in the chest and abdomen, so they all failed; now he shoots between the eyebrows, it seems that he has a long memory.

As soon as the shadow of the arrow appeared, Chen Zhuo had been able to dodge it with his foresight. He flew back without moving his feet. He seemed to be lifted up by a big hand, or like a ghost floating around. Zhang away.

But once the little arrow's path is changed, it's already coming again.

Chen Zhuo was expressionless, his lips and teeth were grinding in mid-air, and he opened his mouth to spit out a stream of blood, all of which converged on the bowstring, and condensed an arrow, raised his arms and opened the bow, and the bloody arrow flew into the air.

"Whoosh!"

The two arrows hit each other, and if there was a thunderous explosion, the blood arrow would be shattered on the spot.

A ray of arrows flashed under the moon, and Chen Zhuo was fixed on the spot, with a shocking bloodstain winding down between his brows...

(End of this chapter)