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Twelve arrows, kill twelve half-saints!

No arrow was missed, no one was spared. Situ Reading 520 official website

At this moment, Ye Feng stood proudly holding a divine bow.

The Demon Emperor's bow was still shrouded in a faint golden light, making Ye Feng look like a god from ancient mythology, sacred and majestic and inviolable.

One person can destroy the Twelve Saints!

Although he is only a semi-saint, Ye Feng's own cultivation level is only at the fifth level of King Realm.

To cross such a huge gap and kill so many Half-Saints was a feat.

This shocked everyone speechless.

The remaining half-saints had already climbed to the eightieth floor, looking back at Ye Feng with horrified expressions.

What they had just experienced was an unforgettable nightmare for them.

The dignified semi-saint was actually shot dead with an arrow by a warrior at the fifth level of the King Realm, forcing them to run for their lives in a hurry.

What is this if not a nightmare?

Different from the fear of the demon and barbarian people, the human warriors were all shocked and admired.

When the two half-saints joined forces to massacre their ordinary warriors, Ye Feng stood up.

This made them all feel that they had a backbone and a sense of security.

On the seventy-ninth floor, there is no longer a demon or barbarian.

Ye Feng stood, staring at the monsters and barbarians above, with distant eyes, and said coldly: "If you dare to kill again, all the monsters and barbarians below will never even think of setting foot on them!"

He said the same thing not long ago.

But at that time, no one cared about it

Today, it's different.

No one dared to taunt him like before.

Ye Feng stood there with an indescribable power.

That is, the power of one person to guard the gate, and no one can stop it!

As long as he is here, no one from the two tribes can cross over!

Suppress the entire seventy-ninth floor staircase space alone.

No demon or barbarian dared to come up.

On the eightieth floor, the faces of the semi-saints were ashen.

At this moment, there are no more half-saints from the two races below.

Ordinary demon tribes and barbarian kings, let alone being frightened out of their wits now, even if there are still people who are not, they will not be able to make any trouble in the face of human warriors who are far more numerous than their two tribes combined.

It can be said that if Ye Feng really wants to massacre, then no one from the demon and barbarian tribes will have the courage to step into the seventy-ninth floor again!

No one doubted Ye Feng's strength anymore.

Even now, everyone is speculating that Ye Feng must have been extremely weak after shooting twelve arrows, and he is just holding on.

However, no one dared to confirm it.

And this is something that the demon clan and barbarians absolutely cannot bear.

Their cultivation speed itself is slower than that of the human race.

The starlight bath on the 80th floor is far more important to them than the human bath.

The half-saints of the demon tribe and barbarian tribe obviously did not dare to pay attention directly, and they all looked at the two princes from the two tribes.

Manda and Nightmare.

At this time, the two princes were staring at Ye Feng, with a dangerous light in their eyes, and they did not make an immediate decision.

Even though people from the Shui Tribe and the Yu Tribe were not involved, they were extremely nervous now.

I was afraid that I would be killed suddenly by Ye Feng.

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

Zhao Tao stood next to Ye Feng. He was frightened by Ye Feng's actions just now, and now he is very worried.

Ye Feng smiled and shook his head: "Senior brother, there is no need to worry, I know it well."

Zhao State was stunned and didn't ask any more questions.

Ye Feng still maintained a strong state, giving people of the two tribes a great deterrent, but in fact, only he knew his own situation.

Under normal circumstances, if he shoots an arrow, his energy will be exhausted.

Even if he was promoted to the fifth level of the King Realm, he wouldn't be able to change much.

The reason why I was able to shoot twelve arrows just now.

That's because he is overdrawing himself!

In that situation, if you don't overdraw, you will either be humiliated or die.

Ye Feng was unwilling to bear any kind of it.

With the supplement of the original power of the divine tree in his dantian, he was able to shoot so many arrows in succession.

But even with the origin of the sacred tree, it was difficult for Ye Feng to continuously use the top holy weapons to shoot twelve arrows.

As for the next few arrows, they were actually not using Ye Feng's own power.

It's the power of the identity token of sequence eighteen.

I didn't know what the token was used for before.

But just when he shot the half-saint and his physical strength was exhausted, he got a hint.

"Sequence 18, as a member of the lucky seed sequence, you can get free help in the secret realm of the stars. You can briefly call on the power of the stars for half a quarter of an hour to comprehensively improve all attributes."

Because of this, Ye Feng can shoot twelve arrows.

There was only one chance like this, but he still took advantage of it without hesitation.

The power of the stars was so terrifying that it supported him after shooting twelve arrows, but it had not completely dissipated yet.

At this moment, Ye Feng wanted to take advantage of the power of the stars before it lasted, rush to the 80th floor, and shoot all the half-saints!

Fortunately, his last act of reason prevented him from doing such an impulsive thing.

There are too many semi-saints above, and the little time left is simply not enough for him to do this.

When the duration of the power of the stars disappears, he will inevitably be weak for a period of time, and then it will be a dead end up there.

Ye Feng is very satisfied to be able to reach this level and create this situation.

Manda and Nightmare did not respond formally, and he was not in a hurry.

While recovering his strength, he secretly studied the identity token of sequence eighteen.

He now realizes how powerful this thing is.

"Such a special thing must have other wonderful uses. Unfortunately, it cannot be researched in the short term."

A trace of regret arose in Ye Feng's heart.

No matter how he tried, he couldn't mobilize the slightest bit of power in the token, nor could he have any interaction with the token.

While he was still trying hard to test, the third prince of the demon clan finally spoke.

"Boy, we promise you we won't massacre your human race anymore. How about you also give up the passage?"

"Is it?"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed, he smiled and nodded slightly: "Okay, but don't think about making any small moves. If you regret it, the arrow in my hand will not show mercy to you."

He didn't think of making any other requests.

This is his purpose.

It is not advisable to completely lose both sides.

It would be beneficial for both parties to take a step back.

Ye Feng is not a stubborn old fogy.

"Very good, then, ordinary warriors don't need to be killed, but you are not among them." Nightmare's eyes were cold.

"Haha, you want to kill me? You have to have that ability." Ye Feng smiled disdainfully.

"Okay, you have courage. My Highness admires you very much. Just because you have such courage, I can tell you that I will save your life no matter what." Night Dire said coldly.

He seems to be very dignified.

Ye Feng ignored him, not to mention that this guy couldn't possibly kill him, and with this sentence, he was just playing a word game.

He doesn't kill.

It doesn't mean that other monster tribes and barbarians won't kill.

Ye Feng simply scoffed at such pediatric stuff and disdained it.