Super Martial God

Qingluan's divine arrow is powerful. Even Ning Qingyu tried to dodge, it was shot through his left shoulder.

However, it's not over yet. An arrow didn't kill Ning Qingyu, and Tang Xixi's anger was even worse in his eyes.

The flame in her hand surged even more.

In a moment, the flame condensed rapidly, and a blue flame arrow almost condensed into substance appeared.

Draw a bow, shoot an arrow!

Buzz!

The arrow came out of the blue Luan and roared into the air. In a moment, the stone broke the sky.

The sky trembles, the earth shakes, the time and space turbulence, the law goes against the chaos, and an ancient and boundless breath envelops all sides.

The arrow is like its name. This arrow of God is really superb and contains all kinds of power.

Ning Qingyu is barely enough to dodge the first arrow. Where can he escape an arrow.

"Fate is unpredictable."

She was not very afraid, but she was reluctant to give up. Her eyes looked at the direction of Lin Mu.

However, at this sight, her whole body was stiff and her mind was filled with fear.

A figure, blinking.

This figure is Lin Mu.

At the moment when he saw that qingluan's divine arrow was going to shoot Zhongning light rain, Lin Mu trembled. Then he flashed at the fastest speed without thinking.

The speed of qingluan's divine arrow is too fast. Even Lin Mu has no time to use any means. The only way to resist is to use his flesh.

He can't imagine the consequences of losing Ning Qingyu. Just thinking about it, he feels very scared, not to mention how painful he will be if things really happen.

Therefore, he will never allow things to develop, and will stop them anyway.

Tear!

As soon as he showed his true meaning of emptiness and moved to Ning Qingyu, he felt a terrible hot temperature coming, followed by a powerful and unparalleled sharp force, which hit him hard in the chest.

This power is so terrible that even if he has two holy bodies, he can't completely dissolve it.

The bones were broken and the blood was about to burst out. It was burned into nothingness by the qingluan flame. The flesh and blood of Lin Mu were also destroyed by the qingluan flame.

On the blue rock, Tang Xixi's pupils contracted suddenly, and then his face turned pale.

"I... I'm so sad..."

Seeing the qingluan divine arrow sent by her, she shot through Lin Mu, the great enemy of the king of Yan. This little thief who should be hated by her should be very happy.

However, instead of joy in her heart, she had a heart rending pain.

"Poof!"

In the sight, the little thief spewed a mouthful of blood on his back, and his body fell out like a broken kite.

jingle!

Tang Xixi's bow and arrow also fell to the ground. It seems that her heart and strength sank to the bottom of the abyss with the thief's fall.

"Wow."

The sky suddenly began to rain heavily, as if the sky was crying.

Lin Mu fell to the ground.

The blue flame on the chest seems to be watered out by rain.

But his blood was still pouring out and soon dyed the rain around him red.

Bang!

"My head hurts, hurts..."

Tang Xixi held his head and knelt down. His cheeks were covered with water stains. I don't know whether it was tears or rain.

"Lord!"

It's unbelievable that the eyes and canthus of the nebula gate are about to crack.

"Master?"

Xia Sheng and Yunfeng were struck by lightning, and tears flowed down at once.

"Lin Mu..."

Du Wanxue and Chen Xiaofu also seem to have lost their soul.

"Little bastard..."

Ning Qingyu was numb. Then he was like crazy. Ignoring everyone around him, he ran towards Lin Mu and knelt down beside Lin Mu.

When she held Lin Mu in her arms, she found that blood was still flowing, her heart was more flustered, and her tears ran all over her face: "you little bastard, why are you so stupid, why are you so stupid..."

Lin Mu seems to have fallen into a coma, his eyes are getting darker and darker, and his breathing is becoming weaker and weaker.

"Wake up, little bastard, wake up. I'm your sister Ning."

Ning Qingyu covered his wound, put his head on his cheek, and made her clothes dirty and bloody regardless of the blood.

However, with the passage of time, Lin Mu not only weakened his breathing, but also disappeared his heart beat.

After several breaths, Lin Mu's breath suddenly stopped, and his body was cold.

At this moment, Ning's heart becomes incomparably cold and light.

Then, her eyes were gentle, she slowly lowered her head and gently touched Lin Mu's lips without temperature.

When she looked up again, her eyes had become extremely overbearing and hated. She put Lin Mu's body aside, then stood up and let out a heroic roar that men didn't have.

This long howling sound was full of grief, and had a kind of bone killing intention that the shackles were opened. It suddenly shocked the nine skies and echoed.

In the sky, the rain, which was still thin, suddenly hung up a strong wind and turned into a rainstorm.

Boom!

A dragon and snake like lightning suddenly cut through the sky.

Almost at the same time, the thunder like sound of horse hoofs suddenly sounded below the mountain.

"What's going on?"

On the top of the mountain, people trembled with the sound of horses' hoofs and looked down the mountain before they recovered from the death of Lin Mu.

As a result, everyone looked even more frightened.

In the vast storm, purple iron riders poured down the mountain like a torrent.

Wearing purple armor and stepping on purple dragons and horses, all of them are armed with long guns and long bows. The mighty atmosphere of killing and cutting rages in the world.

"Zixiao army."

"It's the Zixiao army."

Seeing these purple cavalry, everyone present felt their scalp numb and soul stirring.

The first army of Yan state, even the Zixiao army, the strongest army in the world, actually appeared.

In this world, many forces and powerful people would rather face the forbidden army of Yan than collide with Zixiao army.

Then, countless eyes almost invariably looked at the old man with silver hair but full of iron blood.

The iron blooded God of war, the first commander of the state of Yan... Lu jiuxiao.

The marching speed of Zixiao army is very fast, like arrows flying, and 10000 troops are as dense as rain, but all the queues are always neat.

Boom! Boom! Boom

When approaching the top of the mountain, the speed of the army began to slow down. Every time all the horseshoes collapsed, the sound was neat and consistent with the sound of rainstorm.

Start, step!

Not only people, but also dragons, dragons and horses have been trained for a long time and can't see the slightest confusion.

The army has not launched any attack yet, but everyone on the top of the mountain, including Wu Sheng, feels a suffocating pressure.

It has long been said among the people that if the soldiers of Zixiao army are calculated according to the cultivation of martial artists, then ten can kill martial artists, 100 can kill great martial artists, 1000 can kill Wuzong, and 10000 can kill wuzun.

Perhaps there are exaggerations, but it undoubtedly shows how strong the combat effectiveness of the Zixiao army is.

Now, the Zixiao army in front of us is the real elite of Zixiao army, which is far from being comparable to the small army in Tianyuan city.

Among them, the average accomplishments of the generals are above the martial arts division, and the average level is the great martial arts division. Among the core generals, there is no lack of Wuzong or even wuzun.

As for the leader Lu jiuxiao, there is no doubt that he is a martial saint.