Heavenly Star

Flaming Ming's chest was almost depressed by four aircurrents. Between the flint, he had made a choice. On the right side of his body, avoiding the direction of the other three airarrows, his hands came out, facing the airarrow on the right...

Pooh!

The sound was like a piece of steel on a piece of leather, two fists against an arrow, but the result was a few steps backwards and backwards, the fists kept trembling, almost paralyzed. Only he knew that his hands were completely unconscious at the moment he just touched them.

He wouldn't have dared look at the spikes and energy fluctuations of the arrow. This direct collision made him realize he still saw its power. Heavy pressures are also heavier in the mind. He wondered why the air arrows formed between the fingers, even if strong, were so powerful.

Remote, rapid, strong and horizontal… Once pulled apart, he is almost undefeated and can easily play with the prey in front of him by pulling the bowstrings lightly. This is a realm that will never be reached by the power of the fiery soul of the fiery evening tea.

His heart turned sharply, and Flaming Bow's index finger was swinging again. Again, a superior air arrow was fired at the center of Yan Ying Ming's body... there was only one air arrow, tearing away the wind. Turn instantly to the flaming teats in front of the chest. Yan Xin Ming dared not touch hard again, turn around and avoid...

Jiu... Jiu... Jiu... Jiu...

At the moment when the feet of Yan Ying Ming just had movement, the middle finger of Yan Ying Ming followed the index finger and flickered a bow string, the bow string shook, another air arrow whistled out, fell, referring to the fall just after Yan Ying Ming turned over.

2-Star Connecting Beads!

Unlike the two-star beads fired by ordinary bows and arrows, the short time between the two air arrows, the cleverness of the time and the accuracy of the landing, are by no means within the reach of ordinary bows and arrows. When Yan Xinming felt the second airflow of tearing air, his feet had just reached the ground, trying to avoid it, like climbing to the sky.

Hard to resist, became his only option. He did not have time to stabilize his body, not even the power of the flaming soul to gather, and directly greeted him with all the power he could instantly.

Dj…

Jiu......

With bows as carriers, instantaneous gas as arrows, two-star beads, even three-star beads, are not only more perfect, more powerful, but also easier to produce than ordinary bows and arrows.

Just as the fire and evening tea made the resistance, the third and fourth branches, one front and one back, came straight in.

Four star beads! A divine technique that is almost impossible to fire with ordinary bows and arrows. It's a must kill arrow that even God can't hide from! At this time, it is too late for Yan Ying Ming to evade as much as possible even if she wants to retrieve her resistance.

Just when the third arrow was fired, the three commanding elders of the North Emperor Zone were completely stunned and shouted almost out of control in fear. They want to block the third and fourth arrow with their own bodies. But how can their degree compare to the most powerful arrow that the power of the Flaming Soul has ever built?

Psst!!

The second breath arrow was in the midst of the body of the fiery and evening Tealeaf, a thrill sounded, his hastily condensed protective powers were scattered, and the chest had a conical pain, such as the arrow had passed through his heart. The body went straight back… but there was still time to fall, and the third and fourth arrows shot him hard.

Pfft!

Two muffled hums, two simultaneous muffled sounds, flaming and evening tea's chest blew up two clouds of blood fog, and under the huge impact, the body rolled out as if it had been severely smashed out.

“Less...!! ”

The three elderly men stood up at the same time and rushed to Yan Xin Ming as quickly as possible, stabilizing his torn body, the three hands pressed out on him, dead to stabilize his wounds.

“We confess our defeat for him. You won this fight!” One of the old men made a sound in case Flaming Bow attacked again. For the face of the North Emperor, they can tolerate the death of an elder, but they must not tolerate the accident of the Young Lord... although he has already done so. Four stars Lianzhu, the first arrow was dodged by the fire and evening tea, the second arrow broke away his protective powers, and the third arrow opened two blood caves on him, almost beating him a cool heart. Fortunately, I wonder if Yan Bo Luo's men were merciful. Although Yan Xin Ming was severely injured, she was not injured. At this time, under the combined strength of the three people, the blood stopped and the wound did not deteriorate.

Defeat, fail miserably. From the beginning of the confrontation between the two, this charming pride of the North Emperor Zongtian was severely crushed, to the previous temperament no momentum, from the beginning, even the corner of the flaming bow has not been touched. Lost and defeated.

The red soft sword that flames and evening teams have not waved once, making it a funny setup. And what Flaming Bow used to defeat him was just a temporary wooden bow.

When he waved his hand, the bow had been thrown under his feet at will, his hands rubbed against each other at will, and his face appeared to laugh sarcastically: "The North Emperor Zong, that's all. I thought it was an interesting game, but I didn't expect it to be so disappointing. I just moved my fingers and didn't even start warming up. You North Emperors are just a bunch of them? ”

The faces of the three elders became darker. They began to think that only a few of them had appeared at the Martial Arts Congress. A thing that they could have imagined and even imagined was happening, leaving them completely out of control… The elders are dead, and now even the young lords have been seriously injured. And the man who severely wounded the Lord, with terrible strength, sat in front of all of us, mercilessly and carelessly mocking his North Emperor.

Never! Never! Even they themselves suddenly began to feel that their presence here had been hit so low and so low that they could no longer be witnesses and sanctioners of the match.

Evil Bow Lo, they remember this name firmly, whether it is true or false.

“Young man, your performance today has opened the eyes of some of our old men. You beat him to the best of your abilities. But being a human is good convergence, and if you mess with someone you can't provoke, even if you're ten times stronger, you'll regret coming into the world.” One old man stood up, his eyes as hooked and his voice was low, and the other two raised a flaming tea, his eyes glanced briefly at the flaming bow, holding on to the broken consciousness of the flaming tea sitting in front of the stone wall.

“Who can't be provoked? Huh... can this high-ranking senior of the North Emperor Zong have the courage to fight with the younger generation?” Bowler looked at him and the irony on his face was not diminished.

The old man's face changed slightly... his strength is still slightly less than that of Yan Xin Ming, even Yan Xin Ming loses his skin without touching the other party's corner. If he confronts him, the only result will be an equally embarrassing loss. Although he had just witnessed a four-star bead fired with an air arrow by Flaming Bow Lo, even at this point, he knew that the situation would not be any better than Flaming Tea.

And if it should not be fought, it is completely equivalent to acknowledging that he, the “predecessor" of the North Emperor Sect, feared that the name could not be passed on, and put a layer of ash on the face of the North Emperor Sect again.

Moreover, he is nearly seventy years old and well past the age of impulsive ignorance. At a young age, he had such astonishing strength that his origins must have been extraordinary… Moreover, he had always shown steadfastness before but still provoked them with such cynicism, knowing that they were from the North Emperor Sect, whose origins and intentions he could not doubt.

He sighed once again that there were only four of them martial elders who appeared here, far too few.

His brief hesitation exacerbated the irony of Yan Bo Luo. He laughed: "Oh, you don't seem to dare to fight the younger generation... that's right, you three, let's go together. ”

Three commanding elders, from young to old, why have they been so despised by an outsider? Years of cultivation could not even keep the fire on fire, but the three of them together against the actions of one generation, they could never make it. The second elder coldly said: “Ignorant people, we have no grievances with you, nor are we willing to make grievances with people. Have you thought about the consequences today? ”

“Consequences? All I know is that this is the 25-year Heavenly Demonic Martial Arts Congress, where we can freely consult and challenge each other, regardless of whether men, women, children, good or evil, life, death or disability. The defeat of your people in the North Emperor Sect at my hands is defeat, the death of my brothers is death, one-on-one defeat, one-on-one death, bright and leisurely, no speculative calculation, according to the rules of this congress, neither party should be held accountable. And you North Emperor, as a witness and sanctioner of this congress, are actually arguing about 'wrongdoing', and the consequences of what you say... can I be a threat?” Flaming bow gaze oblique, from the canal.

The Second Elder did not smile back, his face was visibly darkened: “Okay, good... it seems that we have been silent for too long so that some ignorant people have forgotten our prestige... good! Evil Bow Lo, can make me remember the name of the Northern Emperor, you feel glorious enough!! ”

What are the consequences of offending the North Emperor Sect?

However, the words of the Second Elder also meant that the man named Evil Bow Lo had completely acquitted the North Emperor, and there was no room for salvation. For so many years, the Northern Emperor has been so silent, at least on the face of it, but its existence has always been so high that their silence does not mean that they will tolerate the violation of their dignity.

This man named Evil Bow Lo has the ability to climb the mountains and create impressive arrows, but is he really qualified to call the board with the North Emperor Zong?

No. Everybody thinks so. Even ten, or even a hundred of them, could not have the strength to confront the Northern Emperor. But why is he being so cynical? Is it just ignorance? There must be something they don't know.