Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 815: The blood of the colorful clothes burns the sea of ​​clouds, and an arrow breaks through the sky (two in one)

Liu Shangjun's eyes fell on the many black-robed people and whispered, "Why did the archers follow us?"

King Xiling glanced at it and seemed not surprised: "It seems that their target is here."

"I don't sense any demonic energy." Liu Shangjun looked at the back of the Ten Evil Crazy Owls: "His realm is stable, and he doesn't look like a fallen demon at all."

"The Black Evil Archers are a group of tough opponents." King Xiling pondered and said, "Let's see what happens."

The two canonized saints have no plans to take the initiative for the time being.

However, the mad owl on the top of the mountain was at the peak of his momentum at this moment. He glanced at the two top ten saints, and the next moment he snorted coldly, stomped the ground hard with his toes, and collapsed the sea of ​​clouds with a loud bang.

The space within ten miles sank a lot.

He turned into a meteor and smashed towards Huang Qixia on the top of the mountain.

The mad owl Lu Shuihu is a martial saint.

Because of his identity as one of the Ten Evils and the crimes he committed, he was unable to enter the Martial Saint Pavilion. However, in terms of cultivation level alone, his strength was no less than that of the Sword Saint Huo Qiu Shui.

The Martial Saint is also quite unique among the many saints who have been canonized.

In the West, victory or defeat in canonization is usually determined by the presentation of the inner world, just like two drivers of super robots fighting each other.

But it is different for Wu Sheng. He is more like one with the super robot, and his every move has the ability to break through space.

There is no such thing as inner vision or outer manifestation for Martial Saints. Their Tao focuses on destruction rather than creation. Every Martial Saint is the embodiment of destruction.

Therefore, the Martial Saint does not have an 'inner scene' that can be expressed externally. He transforms himself into a small world, embracing the world within himself, rather than embracing himself within the world.

To put it more bluntly...

If the 'self-world' is regarded as a sphere, ordinary canonization is when this sphere spreads out and wraps itself up; while the martial saint compresses it and integrates it into himself, thereby obtaining the violence of creating the world.

This is definitely another route.

Scathach's route is called the kingly way, Lyudmila's route is called the seeking way, then the route taken by the Martial Saint can be called the hegemonic way.

The advantage of tyranny is that it focuses on destructive power and has the most offensive power among all the saints. Every move can break the space.

The nearly invincible defense of the Holy Land was as brittle as paper under the iron fist of the Domineering Martial Saint.

One of the standards of a Martial Saint is to break through the void.

Huang Qixia was not a saint, she did not have a sanctuary, and she did not rely on this method for defense. The colorful fire feathers behind her sensed and activated on their own, transforming into long bright red ropes and chains that wrapped around the mad owl.

He bypassed his arms that could tear space apart with his bare hands and targeted parts of his body that were relatively less able to exert force, such as his waist, abdomen, and shoulder blades.

The momentum of the mad owl's attack slowed down a little, and facing the entangled fire feathers, it tore them apart with its bare hands, but the broken fire feathers turned into feathers that floated in the air and spread all over the sky.

Huang Qixia raised her right hand and clenched it in the air. All the fire feathers were detonated, and the highly compressed energy was detonated. The power generated was no less than several hundred kilograms of high explosives. Several nearby peaks had their three flowers on the top cut off, becoming bald.

The Black Evil Archers did not dare to approach rashly, and the aftermath of the explosion was blocked by Polaris with his bare hands.

Bai Yu looked at Polaris' back and could feel that he was accumulating strength. His eyes were like a prairie wolf lurking in the moonlight, staring at his opponent patiently, waiting for the moment when his prey exposed a flaw.

Not only him, all other archers had the same reaction.

In fact, they should all know that this level of fight is not something they can participate in, but... they all acted fearless of life and death, and even had no hesitation in doing so.

Bai Yu felt bitter in his heart.

He knew that this group of people could be considered good people. What was wrong with eliminating evil and defending justice? What was wrong with taking precautions and extinguishing Mars in advance?

But there are many things in this world that cannot be explained by reason. After all, everyone has their own reasons and ideas, but as long as one party is unwilling to compromise, the result is bound to evolve into a more brutal and bloody conflict.

Tian Liangxing noticed Bai Yu's silent expression and whispered, "Don't be too nervous. Once the battle starts, you can just run away... There is no shame in running away. Other archers have the same idea. We can't let all the apprentices who haven't grown up die here."

Bai Yu was silent for a moment and said, "I won't leave."

Tianliangxing didn't try to persuade him any more. He had already pulled out the bowstring and tied it to the Black Evil Bow.

……

"Be prepared." King Xiling sent a message to Liushang Jun: "Kuangxiao is going to use all his strength."

The voice just fell.

In the sky filled with the scorching heat of the exploding fire feathers, a shadow rushed out. His speed was too fast. One second after he rushed past, the flow direction of countless clouds was disturbed, and they chased after the rushing shadow, like punching the top of a waterfall, causing the waterfall to flow backwards.

The whole body of the Crazy Owl was bathed in flames, the temperature of his skin was incredibly high, his linen clothes had become tattered, with orange-red spots left from the flames, and could turn to ashes at any time. Under his torn clothes were revealed his exquisite bronze muscles, and his eyes seemed to hide infinite lightning, and even the whites of his eyes and pupils could not be seen.

The Martial Saint brought the heaven and earth into his own body, but the price was that he no longer had any defensive means like the Holy Land, and he focused all his attacks on it, with extreme violence.

Therefore, the only way for a martial saint to defeat the enemy is to attack instead of defend and seize the initiative.

His defense is not enough, and he might be exhausted to death in a tug-of-war. In a situation where both sides are attacking, the Martial Saint has the upper hand.

The reason why Kuang Xiao defeated Huang Long Zhenren within ten moves was not because Huang Long Zhenren was too weak to last more than ten moves; it was because Kuang Xiao had to defeat Huang Long Zhenren within ten moves, otherwise he would be dragged down by the opponent and forced to hand over the battle.

The power of a full-strength attack from the Martial Saint was enough to tear apart heaven and earth, but Crazy Owl's action also completely exposed his back to the eyes of the other three saints.

Liushangjun was secretly surprised.

Kuang Xiao used all his strength, totally disregarding his own safety, and was determined to kill Huang Qixia. Was his hatred so deep?

Kuang Xiao wanted to trade his injury for his own death and forcibly kill Huang Qixia... He also couldn't miss this opportunity in vain.

Originally, Master Huanglong's defeat left Liushangjun with little confidence to take action, but now Kuangxiao was facing the enemy directly.

Liu Shangjun took a decisive step forward, and his figure turned into a wisp of cloud and smoke. When he moved his hands, he did not possess the might of a Martial Saint to destroy the world, but instead showed an erratic and light aura.

Originally, there was no need to use a big move to kill or repel the enemy. All you needed to do was to hit the opponent with a close-range palm strike to inflict serious damage.

At the same time, King Xiling also took action.

However, he did not choose to launch a sneak attack on Kuang Xiao. Instead, he drew out a heavy golden mace, which he struck from mid-air, splitting the sea of ​​clouds and forcibly creating a path between Huang Qixia and Kuang Xiao. If Kuang Xiao continued to move forward, he would definitely be hit by this blow.

Once the mad owl stops and retreats, the situation will once again fall into a stalemate.

But Kuang Xiao refused to retreat a single step and raised his left arm to take the blow. His entire left arm was hit by King Xiling's full-strength attack, and blood and flesh flew everywhere on the spot. Even if one hand was temporarily disabled, the other hand was enough.

Such a crazy behavior made Huang Qixia's eyes move slightly, and then she made a judgment.

He clapped his palms out to meet the mad owl's right fist.

This doesn't seem rational.

In fact, Huang Qixia used an extremely superb body movement. Although she was hit head-on by the Martial Saint, 70% of the force was poured into her body. The phoenix body was blown smooth and dim, and the flames scattered all over the sky looked like a heavy rain.

But 30% of the power was removed, which pushed Huang Qixia further away.

Having already thrown the first punch in a short period of time, Kuang Xiao was unable to follow up immediately. He should have used his left hand to deliver the second punch, but his left hand was broken.

And when his momentum dropped after his move, Liu Shangjun also touched his back, and with a move of "Flying Flower Order", he poured infinite power onto Kuang Xiao's back.

There is no martial arts in the world that is invincible.

Even a well-trained and strong soldier will lose his combat effectiveness if he is hit on the back of the head by a sneak attack with a club.

Kuang Xiao was hit on the back by Liu Shangjun's full-strength attack. The bones in his spine should have exploded, but his physical strength still exceeded Liu Shangjun's imagination... Or maybe Liu Shangjun was not used to dealing damage without the assistance of his wife Qu Shui.

Without support, most of the damage is lost.

If it were before, this palm would be enough to seriously injure Kuang Xiao. Even if he was a Martial Saint, it would take at least half a month to recover. Now this palm only injured him but failed to destroy his fighting ability.

King Xiling frowned, and immediately took advantage of the situation to pursue and attack Kuangxiao with a series of smooth little moves that made things even more difficult.

But in this way, Kuang Xiao attracted the attention of the two canonized saints.

Huang Qixia, who was in a weak state, was isolated and helpless.

It’s not that no one noticed her at this time.

This is the opportunity that the Black Evil Archers have been waiting for.

The North Star drew his bow and arrow, and the sixteen archers behind him did the same.

Seventeen demon-killing arrows of varying strengths were aimed at Huang Qixia from a distance, locking onto her aura.

Seize the opportunity and kill with one strike.

Taiyin is reviving, Taisui is hiding...so Nüxie should die.

This has nothing to do with Nüxie or right or wrong. It's simply because the threat posed by the Demon Ancestor is too great, and the price of keeping her alive may be borne by the people of the entire country.

"put--!"

Polaris shouted in a low voice.

……

The center of his eyebrows was locked by the demon-slaying arrow.

Huang Qixia was in her weakest state at this time.

She actually already knew the intention of the Black Evil Archer and was secretly on guard, but she was powerless to do anything about it.

I wanted to negotiate, but the mad owl insisted on exchanging injuries with him.

Did the Crazy Owl know the purpose of the Archer's visit?
Huang Qixia's mind was in a mess and she couldn't come up with an answer. She took a deep breath and prepared to face the seventeen demon-killing arrows.

The sky that was ignited by the true fire was split apart by the dark arrows, and meteors streaked across the night sky and passed through the sea of ​​clouds.

The solemn and murderous atmosphere almost smoothed out the edges of the sky and the earth.

The rainbow light of destruction came in a flash, but it was gone in a flash.

Seventeen arrows were strung together in a line.

Huang Qixia folded her hands, the phoenix shadow and flames gathered and compressed on her hands. Her entire arms emitted an orange-red light, like hot steel.

The moment it touched the arrow, a violent aura came over him.

Huang Qixia retreated back and was knocked back three hundred feet, which was several miles.

The power of this arrow is more than enough to kill a saint. If it was aimed at a mad owl, he would definitely not survive.

The Phoenix Chief concentrated all his mind and energy in his palms. If he relaxed even a little, his body would be pierced by it.

She was like trying to fight against the punishment from heaven with her mortal strength. She endured the incomparable pressure and slid backwards. Her heels stepped on the empty sea of ​​clouds. Her white canvas shoes had been worn through and her heels were covered in blood.

Phoenix blood continued to drip.

Huang Qixia also retreated again and again.

She couldn't get away from it.

At the same time, the voice surrounding my ears became stronger and stronger.

Calling for her to accept, accept her own destiny.

Huang Qixia was in a trance, and the Qi in her body was affected. A crack was created by the Demon-Slaying Arrow, a thousand-mile-long dike... The aura of the Demon-Slaying Arrow poured into it like flowing water, penetrating her body's protective Qi and her folded hands.

The arrow pierced through the palm of the hand, through the white bones, and blood flowed out from the back of the hand, continuously falling on Nichang, dyeing the bright red battle suit even more scarlet.

Huang Qixia’s face turned pale, and she leaned forward, trying to steady herself and block the arrow as if she was wrestling.

But the Demon-Killing Arrow is not an ordinary arrow.

For an ordinary arrow, its peak power is when it leaves the bow. The further it flies, the weaker its power becomes.

As for the Demon-Slaying Arrow, it was infused with all of the Black Evil Archer's energy and spirit. Even if it could not become as powerful as Luohou's soul-transforming arrow, it was enough to maintain the arrow's power at its peak. In fact, the closer it got to the target, the stronger its momentum and spirit became.

The situation of "two becomes weak" and "three becomes exhausted" does not exist for this arrow.

Therefore, Huang Qixia's hands kept moving closer to her chest until the arrow pierced through her hands and also entered her body.

Severe pain struck.

Huang Qixia's eyes became dark and blurry, and she almost lost her sight.

For the first time, she felt the breath of death, and the unavoidable sense of nothingness quietly enveloped her.

The sounds in my ears became stronger than ever before.

"Accept it..."

'Accept your fate'

"Why do you resist? Why do you refuse?" "There is no place for you in this world. Your destination will always be with me..."

"Everyone here hopes you will die. They regard you as a curse and an enemy. Why do you still want to protect them?"

'You are bleeding, aren't you in pain, don't you want revenge?'

'Wouldn't you like to crack their skulls open, rip their hearts out, and crush their souls?'

'This bloodthirsty instinct is your nature!'

'You can't get rid of it, accept it, accept me, accept your instinct!'

Half of Huang Qixia's eyes were about to turn scarlet.

A crazy aura surged out, rendering half of her face like a hideous fallen demon.

The dark aura merged into the phoenix's true red flames, transforming into dark flames that instantly ignited half of the body.

At the same time, she tightly grasped the Demon-Slaying Arrow, which was originally a huge threat.

Blackening is ten times stronger.

Becoming a demon is a hundred times more powerful.

Huang Qixia's lips trembled, and her mind was struggling to resist the double pressure from both inside and outside.

The girl's lips trembled slightly and she stammered unclearly.

In a trance, she suddenly remembered the past.

Huang Qixia is a person without a past.

She has no parents, no sisters, no brothers.

She woke up from a ruin at the age of ten, looked at the strange world in a daze, and walked out of the ruins barefoot.

Although she has no past, she can quickly understand things in this world, understand their concepts and their essence.

She walks alone, travels alone, and strolls alone on this land.

I don’t know why I exist, and I don’t understand why I live.

One day, following the guidance of her bloodline, she came to Phoenix Terrace and saw the sea of ​​clouds... She liked this sea of ​​clouds, because looking at it could vaguely remind her of her non-existent past and vaguely recall familiar memories.

This made her feel that she had a place to call home.

She found a family, friends, and a past.

Everything seems to be slowly getting better.

Until that voice in my heart appeared for the first time.

Huang Qixia followed its guidance, went down the mountain to gain experience, see the world, and understand the country.

At first I didn't notice anything wrong, just a few minor annoyances.

But then... the troubles began to mount, and the enemies became more and more numerous.

Huang Qixia didn't know the reason.

She could just feel the malice emanating from those people's bones.

Because she had bad intentions, she chose to defend herself... and she killed many people who deserved it.

She thought it was not a bad thing, and many people told her that it was right and that what she was doing was just.

Some people praised her as a hero, some praised her for not fearing power, and some praised her for her extraordinary talent, saying she was a gift from God and a favorite of God.

But those stupid and ridiculous things were repeated again and again, over and over again.

She began to realize...

Malice always surrounds you.

In other words, she always unconsciously induces the evil in everyone's heart.

This is even a kind of aura that reduces intelligence, because evil overflows from her heart, so she does not consider the cost or the consequences at all, and ultimately those evil people die at her hands.

They are certainly not innocent.

But so is she.

She had blood on her hands, and perhaps some of the people she killed could have lived.

Then Huang Qixia began to think about the reason for her existence.

Even she was slow to realize that she was not a daughter sent by God, and that she was not blessed by the stars, the moon, the sun, or the earth...

What she got was disgust!

Her birth was not a beautiful fairy tale.

She doesn't exist to make the world a better place.

Instead, it appears here as the embodiment of destruction.

Destroying civilization, killing lives, devouring everything... this is the instinct and hunger engraved in her soul.

So wherever she goes, she will bring conflict and fight, and there will inevitably be bloodshed and pain.

This world... doesn't welcome her existence at all.

She is destined to bring disaster.

It has nothing to do with her will.

Existence is evil.

It was so in the past and it is so now.

So those who truly have justice in their hearts and are willing to do just things would rather dirty their hands and kill her.

Huang Qixia's eyes became dazed, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She looked at the arrows piercing her palms, her sanity being constantly eroded, her thoughts becoming increasingly confused, and her emotions becoming increasingly difficult to control.

She couldn't help but start thinking...

Would it be better to die from an arrow?
Would it be better if I just disappeared?
So……

Can you let go?
If I insist on resisting to the end in this life which is not blessed to begin with, wouldn't it be too miserable?

Even if one struggles miserably, he still wants to live. Is it based on his will to survive, or is it because of the instinct of destruction?
Can't tell.

I really can't tell the difference.

Since I appear as a monster, I might as well be destroyed as a monster. At least I don’t have to feel such bitterness and pain.

Since I cannot live as a human being, why did you give me this human appearance and this human heart?

Huang Qixia felt extremely conflicted.

It is also extremely sad.

He is a monster, but he has the heart of a human.

Clearly having a mission, yet resisting it.

She wanted to just let go and let the dark, swirling mud swallow her up and turn her into a monster from head to toe and from heart to body.

But she was unwilling and unwilling to do so.

Because this is her only human dignity!

Although she knew that she was not human.

If she gave up right now... her existence, her life, would completely become a tool, without any meaning at all.

Huang Qixia had made up her mind from the beginning to fight the curse and instinct in her body until the last moment.

But now, she really couldn't hold it anymore.

Her heart was also broken.

After all, the whole world was looking forward to her death, and it even seemed that one could hear the heaven and earth cheering, and it was a relief.

Since all the creatures in the world despise me so much, why should I persist?
It's so empty.

Everything is nothingness.

Huang Qixia closed her eyes.

too tired.

Bearing secrets, malice, and curses all by myself, I live in fear, questioning and even denying the value of my own existence...

What a ridiculous and sad life.

I am destined not to be a hero, but only a monster.

This is fate, this is the script written by destiny itself.

Just to see her struggle.

Look how miserable she is.

Watch her in pain.

Look at her despair.

Watch her give up.

In the end, when one has nothing, the soul is completely wiped out, and one completely surrenders to instinct and returns to the origin.

By that moment, Huang Qixia no longer existed.

The hand that was holding the arrow slowly loosened, revealing the bloody bones.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Huang Qixia's mouth. She turned her cheek slightly and looked at the horizon at the end of the sky.

The glow of the sunset faded, leaving only a winding arc of light at the end.

"It's so beautiful..."

she murmured.

The world does not welcome her, does not like her, and despises her.

But she still can't help but love this world and this scenery.

She slowly closed her eyes, and in the gentle afterglow and evening breeze, she calmly accepted the arrival of the end.

If this is my fate, then...die here.

The roars and wails of curses rang in my ears.

Huang Qixia calmly waited for the demon-slaying arrow to pierce her heart.

At this time...

A figure appeared in her increasingly blurred vision, as if walking from the distant horizon, with the outline of the figure shrouded in a halo.

Warm light surrounded her from all directions, gently enveloping her.

The sharp arrows also stopped.

With the appearance of that figure, everything dangerous came to a long standstill.

Huang Qixia could no longer hear the laughter, nor could she see the distant scenery or the enemies who hated her.

All I could see was the young man at a close distance, gently holding her hand and supporting her shoulders, as if he was holding an umbrella for her in the heavy rain and holding the wet girl in his arms.

"Do not be afraid."

"I am here."

(End of this chapter)