Heavenly Star

Suddenly, Tealeaf's clothes arose, and the scorching airflow scattered from him, bringing a chaotic wind, sweeping a vortex of wind that forced him forward like a virgin's bow of flames. The power of the flaming soul naturally does not lack the characteristics of "flame”, burning, furious, powerful, gentle and defensive. The scorching air flow pushed towards the flaming bow at a seemingly slow pace, confusing the air and slightly distorting the space, underscoring the extreme power of this silence.

Ultimately, the North Emperor Sect is the North Emperor Sect, immobilized, but with only one hand, there are few who can prevail in the world.

Hu……

Another gust of wind has blown, unlike the quiet wind of the fiery evening tea, this wind is cool and fast, brings a gust of wind and brings a whistle... An astonishing curtain presents itself, the fluctuating vortex gas is blown away by the wind, the next second, it has disappeared clean, even the scorching heat, disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared.

The flaming and evening Ming's face had finally changed greatly. With Chu's amazement and the front-row of the cold cliff, he did not look at this deliberately provocative person because of his age, so before attacking him, he tested with “qi” … he never dreamed that his flaming soul power was so slightly wiped clean. Moreover, that power from the other side gave him a strange feeling that seemed familiar and completely strange, a brief test, his mind was surprised, nothing more.

And a slight smile appeared on Bowlo's face. The secret to flaming souls... If the power of flaming souls is pure, if you are familiar with the power of flaming souls, if you are able to manipulate the power of flaming souls, the whole continent of Heaven, who else is better than him - Flaming Bow with the purest blood of the North Emperor!

This only lasted for a few breathing moments, stunned the three elders of the North Emperor Sect, and stunned the best of the world... the rear waves of the Yangtze River pushed forward. All of a sudden, the pale, old flower masters feel old. Several young people, who showed a sharper ray than they had polished for decades, were astonished and ashamed, giving these bullies, the most famous masters of the world, the intention to retreat without sacrificing ugliness.

Chi!

With a slight chirp, Yan Xin Ming already had an extra red soft sword in her hand. This soft sword is usually hidden in his belt, wrapped around his waist, and looks difficult to present. Anyone can see it's extraordinary. And let him proactively shine a few blades, and you can see how much pressure the opponent has put on him.

Flaming bow slowly reached out his hands and he did not carry a soldier's blade. And his hands, Ben, are a very powerful blade. However, the fact that he does not carry the blade does not mean that he will not use the blade.

“Three dolls, go on!” The flames broke and he drank low, and a long branch of tree was thrown towards Flaming Bow. Firebow reached out and caught it, revealing a mysterious and unpredictable smile on his face.

Tealeaf's face turned dark. Just when everyone thought he was going to use this branch as his opponent's blade for contempt, he did a totally unexpected move... he gripped the branch and instilled the strength of strength, making this crisp branch as hard as steel. He then pulled a silver-coloured, bizarre thread out of his sleeve, bending the branches as hard as he could, bending it into an arc and tying it at both ends.

When it was almost over, he had an extra rough bow made of branches and silver wire. That's how their bows were made when they were beneath the broken soul, and they were already very skilled. This bow, which was just made, even the child could not take a look at, became his weapon against the flaming teats of war.

The bow, the weapon used by the North Emperor back then, the power of the North Emperor's blood, will also be maximized by the bow. However, there is a very strict limitation - to wield the strongest power of the Flaming Soul on the Bow, you must have the blood of the Northern Emperor free of impurities. Those who possess the blood of the impure North Emperor, while equally able to practice the Spirit of Fire to be powerful, will never appreciate the power of the essence of the Spirit of Fire on the bow. However, since the division within the North Emperor 100 years ago, the true North Emperor has been forced down to break his soul, and no one can use his bow to release the most powerful flaming power, gradually beginning to be forgotten. A hundred years later, it had been forgotten. At least, Yan Xin Ming knew the bow of the North Emperor, but did not know that the natural weapon of the North Emperor's blood was the bow.

“Is this your blade?” In the evening, Tealeaf's face was calm and her eyes continued to shine with cold light. With this bow, which is worse than a child's toy, there is more irony and contempt than his bare hands and empty fists. He was so angry, all he could do was laugh.

“Nice.” He slowly lifted the bow in his hand and locked his eyes deep and deep, silently observing: "Today… let your fake Young Northern Emperor know what a true Flaming Soul Power is!! ”

He, Yan Bo Luo, is the true Young Lord of the North Emperor!

His hand rested on the bowstring, the food, middle and unnamed three fingers simultaneously pulled the bowstring apart against the flaming tealeaf, a massive stream compressed to the ultimate concentrations between his fingers, when his three fingers loosened, everyone heard three overlapping spikes.

Three horrible waves of air swept in front of each other, Tealeaf's eyes shrunk sharply, and her body sank sharply when she perceived the danger. Suddenly, three violent winds swung from his head, followed by three dull sounds. The hard mountain wall behind him had three more pits of pitch black.

A bow made of twig silver wire, no arrow... That's the kind of bow, and under his hand, he fired three arrows that were many times scarier than the arrow.

Gas as an arrow, once again they can't believe what they see, and their hearts shake again. Shortly after the start of the Heavenly Chen Demonic Martial Arts Congress, they were struck again and again by psychological shocks. The more they began to exclaim, the future of the heavenly continent no longer belonged to them. Instead, the wind and clouds change as a result of these teenagers who are born across the sky. Swords like God, blood killer eyes, gas as arrows… today, they don't know how many more shocks to experience, how many times unbelievable.

Firebow's hand moved again, three more air arrows flew in, and just after a short body of fire and evening tea slipped over, his heart was shocked. Bow, the most commonly used long-range weapon. His assault range was large, but his flaws were also quite obvious: he had never been as free as a close weapon, it took time to pull the string open, it took time to replace the arrow branch, and once he was close, there was no use for it. But the bow in Flaming Bow's hand, and the arrow, completely ignored these flaws. Because he pulled the bowstring just a little bit of time to move his fingers, and the air arrows, even more instantaneous, hardly needed time, and not one at a time, but several.

Unlike the “chirping” sound of rubbing air when a normal arrow flies, the “arrow” from the flaming bow is the “chirping” sound of a stinging ear, making people feel uncomfortable all over their body.

Sheet fingers, three arrows fly, rubbing the arms of a fiery tealeaf past him, tearing his clothes apart three long traces.

Sheet fingers, three arrows flying again, just stabilized the body of the flaming tealeaves no time to think, oblique avoidance. In the ear, the sound of a tsunami is heard again. His head suddenly gave off a fine cold sweat.

Too fast, too fast... he can't even get close except to hide!

What a terrible arrow, if a divine expert releases this arrow, who else is his opponent in the world... and he, exactly how to do this!!

At this time, he would never have thought that the only person in the world who could rely on the most ordinary bow to condense as an arrow was the power of the flaming soul... the power of the purest flaming soul. Because bows and arrows are the only living weapons of those who possess the blood of a pure North Emperor. Like a sword, it is the only living weapon that possesses pure Southern Emperor blood.

Jiu……

Dj…

Jiu...

The situation shows an astonishing side, the figure of the fiery and evening tealeaf swiftly travels through the deadly arrow, although every time it looks extremely beautiful to hide, in fact it is a wolf, because all he can do is hide, like a prey struggling to survive on the death line. When all consciousness and attention could only be used to escape, he could not even flee temporarily.

Jiu...

Ji…………

In judging the direction, Yan Bo Luo's hand hesitated a little, how could the inner string tightly crumble Yan Ying Tea let go of this opportunity to turn and pass away, in that brief void, the body suddenly rushed forward, the body swung a line of white shadow, forcing Yan Bo Luo to go, and just moved, the scorching air wave has gone to him first, trying to force Yan Bo Luo away, or destroy the bow in his hand. This temporarily made bow of branches was undoubtedly a terrible killer in his eyes, palpitating his eyes.

With this breathing opportunity, Yan Xinming can begin to approach each other simultaneously in successive avoidances. Instead of showing a pity or disappointment, Flaming Bow's eyes squeezed slightly and pulled the corner of his mouth, wondering if he cared or didn't care. Faced with the air waves released suddenly by the flames and evenings, he ignored them. Facing his body, his fingers pulled the bow string again, except that this time it was not three fingers but four.

Chip, chip! Chip, chip!

The four whistling arrows no longer converged as before, but scattered, shooting at the front and back of the flaming tea, respectively. When touching the flaming soul power released by the flaming tea, they passed unobstructed as through the arrow of the cloud, shooting at the body of the flaming tea, blocking his four hiding positions. Instead, the air wave burst like a balloon, which collapsed quickly after four air arrows passed through it.

Using the power of the flaming soul in front of Flaming Bowlow is no different than making an axe from Banmen, and the flaming soul technique of not flaming and evening tea is inferior to Flaming Bowlow. Even if it is flat with him, he will still lose when faced with Flaming Bowlow. This is the difference between miscellaneous and pure, the power of the mixed flaming soul subjugates consciously before the power of the pure flaming soul, and makes a humble escape posture. By contrast, Flame Bow Lo is relatively laborious against a person who has the strength and the power of Flame and Evening Tea, but practises other methods.