Immortal Martial God

Life and death are at hand.

No one can stop the arrow shot by the sixth master himself. Even the presidents of the ten thousand people's guild, who suffered from three or four disasters, can never stop the arrow.

But just then, they saw a beam of light.

A very thin silver light suddenly hit the arrow's head.

When we realized it, the arrow had been slightly deflected and flew out with Xiang Nan's left arm.

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Nan's left arm evaporated into fog and disappeared with the wind.

"After all..." The audience was shocked.

Before I finished speaking, I heard a very dense voice.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!

"This Have you dodged Exclaimed the audience.

The setting sun said, "what is it? What kind of sound is that? "

"A needle," said the sickle in a deep voice

Xiang Nan released his second silver needle, which was refined by Wang Chongfeng himself. There are two needles in total. One was used before, and now this one is also used by Xiang nan to resist arrows.

The power of the silver needle is still not as powerful as LiuYe's arrow. This needle can't destroy the arrow, and Xiang Nan doesn't plan to do so.

He just let the silver needle hit the arrow and deflect it.

And that long string of crisp percussion sound, it is the silver needle hit the arrow for nearly a hundred times in a row, but because this process is too fast, until the arrow slanted out, after the silver needle was completely smashed, the percussion sound came into everyone's ears.

This moment, it will take the streets to win the flag to the climax.

Countless people cheered.

No one knows how Xiang Nan managed to resist an attack from Liu Ye. It's a miracle.

Xiang Nan swung his neck, wrapped the durian on his back and jumped down from the flagpole.

Among all the attention, Xiang Nan's blood has soaked the clothes of durian.

How did he come and how did he go back with the durian on his back.

There are countless corpses on the drunken street. Xiang Nan walks back step by step with a group of corpses and a Durian on his back.

Quack quack

The sound of a long bow stretching came.

The furious sixth master drew his bow and arrow for the second time and aimed the arrow at Xiang Nan.

He wished he could kill Xiang Nan immediately. He had never killed a person before.

Just when he was about to violate his own rules, Xiang Nan did not return and said a word, which made the sixth master decadent.

"It's over. It's over."

Xiang Nan Road.

Yes, it's over. Xiang Nan completed the first time in the history of the city of light. He successfully saved the people he wanted to save.

Liu Ye's second arrow against the rules failed to shoot out after all.

"Hoo Hoo... "

Xiang Nan walks unsteadily. He doesn't know why he can keep sober. He has been seriously injured so much that he should have passed out completely or even be about to die.

But he was still moving forward. He could not even feel the existence of his body. He felt like stepping on the ground, just like stepping on cotton, weak and powerless.

But he didn't know how he could hold on.

He shakes several times and almost falls several times, but every time he leans, he can adjust his posture and keep on walking.

He walked very slowly. Everyone was worried that Xiang Nan would suddenly die in the next second.

And Xiang Nan's every stumble also affects everyone's heart.

As if carrying the durian to leave the road of zuihua street, more difficult than when he came.

"Come on

I don't know who yelled so much.

The sixth master's angry eyes suddenly stare at the shouting man.

Maybe it's to vent our discontent, maybe it's to express the pleasure of little people's counter attack on authority, maybe it's that we have been suppressed for a long time, and finally we have the courage to say no to authority today.

For a moment, the sound of refueling suddenly sounded.

"Come on

"Come on, young man!"

No one cares, and they are not afraid to be angered by the sixth master. They are shouting and roaring.

The whole room was full of cheers and cheers. Even the sixth master's angry eyes couldn't be stopped.

The old man sitting on the street, with a smile, drank a cup of tea gently and did not speak.

In the sound of refueling and cheering, Xiang Nan shakes, but comes back with a firm will carrying the durian.

In front of Haotian mirror, Xiang Nan twisted his neck and said, "let's go home together."Haotian mirror with blue sky, setting sun, black sickle, and South with durian.

The five finally came to the corner of zuihua street, where Xiang Nan took a pause and nodded to the old man.

The old man also nodded to Xiang Nan.

He's gone.

Four people came to the street to pull the flag, and finally five left.

The applause and cheers of the whole audience sounded like thunder.

Some are excited, some are excited, some are envious, and some are angry.

But no matter what other people's feelings, Xiang Nan never put it in his heart. He only knew that he wanted to save the people he had to save, and he succeeded.

Drunken street, has been gradually far away, but the applause and cheers still sound like thunder, from the rear non-stop.

Xiang Nan finally couldn't hold on. He put the durian on the Haotian mirror and climbed up slowly.

The huge sword came back from afar with a buzzing sound and was absorbed on Xiang Nan's back.

Haotian mirror is also careful, gentle with five people returning from victory, drifting towards the city of the moon.

Five people lie on Haotian mirror, that setting sun weak to Xiang Nan way: "you see you, be beaten like dead dog."

"You are not." Black sickle road.

"Ha Ha ha ha ha Xiang Nan burst out laughing.

Then the other four laughed.

The extremely fierce war is finally over.

After returning to the city of the moon, Xiangnan had a full rest for four days and four nights.

Recovery of recovery, rest of rest.

In any case, this name has been broken out.

The news of taking the street to pull up the flag, like wings, flew all over the five cities.

Some people will be the story, subjective embellishment, some people with their own emotional color, try their best to describe the story, more wonderful.

But then they gave up. They found that no matter how they processed the story, the result was not as wonderful as the fact itself.

Even in the process of pulling the flag, Xiang Nan's eyes are the finishing touch, which can not be replaced.

If you add one more color, it will be too pompous. If you add one less color, it will be too unpopular.

It turns out that what is really worth tasting is not the story itself, but the reality.

On the morning of the fifth day, Xiang Nan finally woke up.

He stretched a little bit, and his injuries have completely recovered.

Looking back on the war five days ago, it seems not so real as a dream.

Even Xiang Nan himself can't remember some details at that time. He only knows that in the end, he just wants to save the durian. In the end, what I did and how I thought about it at that time are so vague in retrospect.