Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 223
however.
Even if he was taken aback.
This stupor was only a very short moment.
The man in the mist lifted his strength and pulled the bow, stroking the bowstring that was as hard as a rock and stable as a mountain with his fingers, pretending to be calm: "Song Qingshu? Was it you? You are still very strong after holding Master Mo Yejia forever. Up."
"I am the deputy mountain master of the Black Steel Army, you can call me Murong Yue..."
Song Qingshu nodded:
"Murongyue, now you have half-stepped into the Yuan Ying's fifth heaven moat, you can see that you are also a peerless master."
"If you are all like this, wouldn't the mountain master already have the five-fold Yuan Ying?"
"It is said that the Black Steel Army is the sect that is most likely to replace the Black Feather Evil Sect as the main sect, and that seems to be the case."
Murong Yue smiled slightly.
The iron bow in his hand was drawn into a full moon.
Murong Yue was really strong, so strong that his breath covered the tightness on the bowstring.
Take the arrow and stroke the bow.
Bend the bow, the bowstring is like a full moon.
After these few movements, there was no sound, and it was as quiet as a ghost.
Murong Yue thought that she could stab Song Qingshu to death with the next arrow, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was particularly kind: "The mountain lord is naturally very powerful."
"If you meet him in person, maybe he can really teach you something."
Hear here.
Song Qingshu smiled indifferently and stopped talking.
So far.
The atmosphere between Song Qingshu and Murongyue suddenly turned into silence.
There was silence, and the only sound between the two was the sound of water.
Murong Yue didn't know what Song Qingshu wanted to do.
But according to rumors.
Song Qingshu is definitely not a monk who can be despised.
Even if he only had eight layers of golden core, Murong Yue would treat him as the most powerful enemy in her life.
So Murong Yue held her breath and turned the iron bow in her hand slightly.
Aim at the location determined through dialogue with Song Qingshu, and shoot arrows without hesitation!
The cloud is deep and the fog is heavy, only the sound is heard, but the person is not seen.
It should have been when the risk factor was the smallest.
After all, even if there is a duel, it should be after seeing someone before drawing a sword.
Who could have thought of Murong Yue's sudden move?
And the shot is the most powerful weapon in the deep clouds and heavy fog, a silent iron arrow that ignores the distance.
Such a shot is faster than the Thunder, and even more elusive than the wind.
It was the black steel armor soldier standing beside Murong Yue, who had never felt even a trace of murderous aura on Murong Yue.
Clear as the sky wandering clouds.
Sudden as an undercurrent surging.
Murong Yue's arrow was even faster than the ghost.
With a light hum, the iron arrow pierced through the air, and disappeared in a flash.
The big river hidden in the depths by the thick fog of Shen Yun still rushed.
With Murong Yue's arrow shot.
A clear and terrifying arrow hole appeared in the clouds in front of him.
The arrow hole reaches to the other shore ten feet away.
There was no one on the other side, and no sound was heard.
Murong Yue's arrow shot directly through the boulder beside the bamboo forest on the other side, shining with sparks.
How far away the arrow that passed through the boulder flew...
Murong Yue frowned thoughtfully as she looked at the light-permeable arrow hole on the boulder.
"A good arrow."
Just as Murong Yue looked around, Song Qingshu's voice came from the other side.
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Listening to Song Qingshu's evaluation came from somewhere deep in the mist.
Murong Yue raised her pale brows.
"what!"
Immediately, Murong Yue stepped heavily into the mud and sand by the river with her left foot, and turned her body abruptly with this as a turning point.
When the body is spinning extremely fast.
Murong Yue still didn't put down the iron arrow that he was holding tightly.
Between the electric flints that Murongyue turned around.
There were already three heavy and dark iron arrows placed on the bowstring.
The bowstring is curved like a full moon.
The vitality of heaven and earth is in turmoil at this moment.
laugh!
laugh!
laugh!
With three flying arrows shot by Murong Yue.
There were three wind breaking noises in the air.
The iron bow of thousands of catties was pulled away in an instant, and three arrows were shot out in an instant.
This is naturally not a difficult task for Murong Yue, who is already a strong four-level Nascent Soul, but the difficulty is that the arrow paths of these three arrows all exist on the same straight line.
Never half-pointed.
Never shake an inch.
The three arrows seemed to melt into one arrow.
The gap between each other is so narrow that a piece of white paper cannot be inserted.
The arrow is just like a bolt of thunder, and the momentum is impressive.
It's like the spring water of Taotao, endless.
The arrow path composed of three arrows all went to Song Qingshu.
In an instant, the thick cloud in front of Song Qingshu broke open.
Song Qingshu looked at the endless three arrows.
Watching these three dark and thick arrows spin extremely fast in the air, buzzing.
As if flying a top, it was like a wisp of blue smoke that shot to his chest like lightning.
"Other people asked with a sword."
"You asked with an arrow."
"These three arrows have no rules to follow, no matter the momentum or speed, they all pass into the realm."
"Murongyue, you are really strong, let's look at my sword?"
Song Qingshu closed his eyes, frowned slightly, feeling the thunderous power of Three Arrows.
After briefly commenting on Murong Yue's Three Arrows, Song Qingshu's mouth raised a faint smile.
Immediately, Song Qingshu drew out the purple blood soft sword behind him like lightning, and slashed it at the three arrows that came in extremely fast.
A breeze suddenly emerged from Song Qingshu's sword.
The breeze blew in the middle of the three arrows.
Blowing through these ten feet of thick fog.
A person who has blown a straight bow and is ready to shoot again.
Blowing over Murong Yue's half body.
The breeze is soft, and there is no murderous in it.
But when the breeze stopped.
The three thick and dark iron arrows split into two directly from the air and shot at Song Qingshu's side.
Ten meters of cloud and mist was also cut directly into a crack, and even a little cloud and mist did not exist in the crack.
The iron bow made of stainless steel in Murongyue's hand broke into two sections, and one section was hit on Murongyue's face, and all his nosebleeds were blown out.
Murong Yue raised her hand to wipe her nosebleed, and looked up at Song Qingshu.
Without the black bow, Murong Yue looked like a cold old man.
He tightly stretched his nose-bleeded hand between his sleeves, and then stood there, afraid to move even one step.
"Cough cough cough, Song Qingshu...No, Song Daoyou, the artistic conception of this sword is very interesting..."
"My three arrows were called Chasing the Moon and the Sun. I don't know what is the name of Song Daoyou's sword?"
Murong Yue coughed lightly, then smiled slightly, and said to Song Qingshu with some difficulty.
Song Qingshu shrugged, and the sword edge of the purple blood soft sword shook slightly:
"Your Excellency shoots arrows."
"Then I just used the broken arrow, and nothing else."
Murong Yue nodded when she heard the words, whispering and smiling:
"Is it just broken arrow?"
"Song Qingshu, this time the Hei Gang Army is so bad and bad..."
"If... the Black Steel Army perishes... it will definitely be destroyed by your hand in Song Qingshu."
After that.
Murong Yue gasped savagely as if she could not breathe.
The blood couldn't stop flowing from his mouth.
There was a soft buzz from Murong Yue's body.
It seems that someone is tuning the strings.
Then Murong Yue's eyebrows were down, and a red line suddenly appeared.
The red line was drawn from the center of the eyebrows to Murong Yue's chest and even lower, which was extremely deep.
next moment.
Murongyue's body leaned to the left and right with the center of her eyebrows as the dividing line.
It's like a fallen mountain.