Invincible lottery system

Chapter 84

However, the rain of arrows is not just for a while, once this rain of arrows passes, the next rain of arrows will strike immediately.

It was clearly three or four hundred paces away, but these arrows were unbelievably fast, as if they had been shot in just one breath.

It really is 'the bow is like a thunderbolt! '

Tang Bolong was under a lot of pressure, and the lost talent in his body was getting more and more, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, "Brother Wen Zheng, Brother Zhu, Brother Xu, hurry up and help me!"

The three people changed their colors at the same time. At this moment, the sky was covered by arrow rain all over the sky, and all kinds of yellow sand were entrained in the arrow rain. It was unbelievably fast as gusts of yellow sand turned into strong winds. From a distance, everyone seemed to smell that The scorching smell of the sun...

"Brother Tang, hold my calligraphy against it!"

Wen Zheng threw out an ink-colored inkstone, and the inkstone turned into a huge and lofty sky in the air, enveloping all the people around it, looking very safe...

Puff puff!

Kick, Kick, Kick!

Tang Bolong's pressure suddenly dropped, and he could finally take a breath. Wen Zheng was still feeling sorry for the precious inkstone, which was ground from the neck bone of a thousand-year-old demon general, and would turn into ashes after just one use.

Is it safe, no!

Because Zheng Fei hasn't finished the whole poem yet!

He is still writing furiously:

"It's a pity that it happened in vain to end the affairs of the king and win the fame of life and death."

All of a sudden, the yellow sand swept across the sky, no matter what kind of forest or river mouth it was, they were all occupied by this yellow sand.

In the yellow sand, a majestic voice came from a distance, "Is there any king in the world!"

There seemed to be endless coercion in this voice, and in a blink of an eye, the Mo Mountain, the giant tree, the armored soldiers, and the chilling piano sound all collapsed.

Bang!
The entire earth shook, leaving only the sky full of yellow sand and the endless yellow sand heavy cavalry on the ground.

Like the throbbing after a climax, these heavy cavalry only stayed in place for a second, and with a roar, they began to sprint.

Their bodies were made of yellow sand, their eyes were red, and the spears and spears in their hands were as real as they were, and the distance of several hundred meters could be reached in less than half an hour.

Bang bang bang!
The ground was trembling, and the four great talents were terrified. Tang Bolong, the leader, shouted: "My life is over, my life is over!"

"It's not over yet!" Zhu Zhidi's eyes flashed fiercely, and he roared angrily: "Frozen blood can't make spring, Zuo spring is uneven!"

A bloody arrow shot out of his mouth and shot straight at Zheng Fei. He actually wanted to die with Zheng Fei.

"presumptuous!"

With just two words, the bright red line of frozen blood shattered into pieces in the air, while Zhu Zhidi flew up like a rag and was thrown hundreds of meters away.

Among the yellow sand, thousands of cavalry galloped past, poking Zhu Zhidi into a hedgehog in an instant...

Protecting the lord with the soul of poetry, this is the realm that everyone dreams of. If they had known that Zheng Fei was so powerful, Tang Bolong and others should have given up.

It's a pity...it's too late.

The other three people, each with dim eyes and dull eyes, are just waiting to die now.

"Keep them alive!"

Only at the last moment, with a word from Zheng Fei, all the yellow sand heavy cavalry turned into yellow sand and passed away again.

Tang Bolong, who was closest to the Huangsha heavy cavalry, really walked around the ghost gate, and was so shocked that he was covered in cold sweat.

Bang!
The three of them knelt heavily, "Thank you Brother Zheng for your mercy."

Unexpectedly, at this time, the vicissitudes of life sounded again. This time, everyone saw the origin of the sound. It was a shadow thousands of meters away from the yellow sand, and the whole body was made of yellow sand. Which country's founding emperor...

"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime can't be escaped!"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Bolong, Wen Zhengan, and Xu Zhenzhong twisted in pain one by one.

Faint phantoms escaped from them and flew towards the phantom at the end of the yellow sand.

The moment the phantom left the body, they seemed to have aged by ten years.

Their eyes became dim, their skin became rough, and their original black hair became even more silvery. They were old...

"Tang...Brother Tang...you...you...I..." Xu Zhenzhong couldn't speak anymore, his eyes were filled with fear, "We are getting old, we have been taken out of our lives !"

"Sin, it's all sin!" Tang Bolong sighed, the leader of the four great talents in the past no longer had the splendor of the past, and said bleakly: "Everything is our sin, let's... let's go!"

Wen Zheng wanted to say something else, but finally gave up. He knew that Zheng Fei's poem was definitely a universal poem.

It's just that I don't know who the emperor was... Forget it, I'm lucky to be able to save my life. If I meet someone with the name of Demon City again in the future, I'd better run away early...

The moment the three got up, there was a loud bang.

All illusions are fragmented like flowers in a mirror and moon in water.

The mountains are still the same mountains, the water is still the same water, and the stream is still the same.And the lake, warship, and pavilions all disappeared, but Tang Bolong and others did not change, and the gray hair was not different...

Tang Bokong, who was walking forward, suddenly turned around like crazy. He looked at Zheng Fei, his eyes were full of emotion, "Magic City Zheng Fei, can you tell me what is the name of the song that defeated us?"

Zheng Fei's eyes were full of pity, "Broken for a while."

"Oh, it's been a while... It seems that that is a height that we will never be able to reach in our lifetime." Tang Bolong sighed, "It's better to go back, it's better to go back, it seems that I will choose to paint in this life."

"I'd better play the piano for the rest of my life."

"If you want to play chess, just come to me..."

The three of them gradually drifted away, full of depression, and everything was done by themselves...

(End of this chapter)