"Serial arrows!"
Silver light broke through the sky and disappeared in a flash.
Boom, boom!
The terrible collision turned into a storm that raged in all directions, and a big tree next to it, which three people hugged, broke in the middle. Lu Heming's hands were like millstones. He moved up and down, blocking all the arrows.
When the trees suddenly fell to the ground, Liu Wei'an opened his bow again. The bow was like a full moon, and the terrifying force radiated to the whole audience. For a moment, everyone was terrified, and they felt like they were being targeted by death.
"Archery!"
Lu Heming had never seen such terrifying arrows before. A series of arrows shot out, like a silver strip of light, incredibly long. 18 arrows were connected end to end to form a line.
"Open the mountain!"
"level off hilltops!"
"Lift the mountain!"
…
The arrow was so fast that Lu Heming couldn't dodge it and could only block it. He has always believed that his 'Mountain Moving Palm' is the hardest palm technique in the world, not inferior to Shaolin Temple's 'Powerful Vajra Palm' and Taoist Sect's 'Broken Jade Palm'. Although he has not yet reached the highest level of practice, he believes that, There are very few people in the world who have the power to break through their own palm skills. It was only today that I suddenly discovered that an arrow could pose such a huge threat to me.
He had never thought about it before.
boom!
boom!
boom!
…
Lu Heming tried his best to block every arrow. Starting from the fifth arrow, his arms began to tremble. The tenth arrow shattered. He took a step back, leaving a deep footprint on the ground. With the eleventh arrow, he took another step back, and with each subsequent arrow he had to take a step back. When the fifteenth arrow turned into fragments all over the sky, his face turned as red as a red-hot pot.
There was no one within 20 meters around Lu Heming. The energy generated by the collision between the 'Moving Palm' and the arrow was so powerful that no one dared to get close. The ground continued to sink. Compared with the surrounding ground, the place where Lu Heming stepped on sank by nearly half a meter. The flat ground Sunk down.
The sixteenth arrow!
Wow--
Lu Heming couldn't bear it any longer and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face turned white in an instant, without a trace of blood.
"Move mountains!"
Arrows collided with arrows, and all the indestructible power bombarded the fist. A small arrow contained enough energy to destroy a hill. From 10 years ago, Lu Heming
After annihilating the enemy that had been entangled for twenty years, his right hand, which had not been injured, gained a drop of blood, and the power that could not be vented turned into a storm of destruction and swept across all directions.
Lu Heming was so shocked and angry that he had no time to adjust his breath, because the seventeenth arrow had already arrived.
The art of continuous archery is not simply about being fast and numerous. The scary thing is that the power and speed of the last arrow are twice as much as the previous arrow. Each arrow is twice as scary as the previous one. This is the true meaning of rapid archery. reason.
Before, Liu Wei'an only had the shape, and the essence could only scratch the surface. As his skills deepened, his understanding of martial arts became more and more thorough, and he gradually understood the essence of the art of continuous archery. Although each arrow cannot be twice as powerful as the previous arrow, there are always five or six points.
Lu Heming, who unfortunately became the target, felt it most clearly. He gritted his teeth, his inner energy was running wildly, his hands glowed, and a solid mountain appeared above his head and slowly pushed out.
boom!
The collision only lasted a moment, but the damage to Lu Heming was continuous. Lu He groaned and spurted out another mouthful of blood. He took three steps back. His legs were weak and he could hardly stand still. Despair appeared in his eyes. The silver light expanded infinitely in the field of vision, finally covering almost the entire person.
"Set the mountain!"
Lu Heming roared and used all his strength to exit a mountain. The mountain was almost solid. However, the last arrow was too terrifying.
Boom——
The mountain was torn apart, and the silver light flashed away, disappearing dozens of meters away with a trace of blood. A scream came from Lu Heming's mouth, and he kept pushing the mountain. His pale face was only ashen, staring at Liu Wei'an who was falling from the branch.
With the divine light inside, there is no way anyone can look like he can unleash a flurry of arrows. Liu Wei'an walked up to Lu Heming and said in a gentle tone: "The Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce has become old. Old people should stop occupying their positions. It's time to make way for young people."
"Fart!" Lu Heming wanted to say this, but he couldn't say it at all. Blood kept flowing out of his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. His eyes dimmed quickly, and he fell down with a thud. He died without making a sound, and he sprayed from the heart hole. The blood slowly dries up.
Later, Liu Wei'an made no further moves. The elites of the "Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce" suffered a huge drop in morale after the death of five half-step platinum masters. After the death of Lu Heming, they completely lost the courage to persevere, and a few weaklings even wanted to kneel down and surrender. However, Liu Wei'an did not
If you have time to waste time on such a person, kill him directly.
After a cup of tea, the battle is over.
"Clean the battlefield, rest for ten minutes, and then set off for "Longque City"!" When Liu Wei'an spoke, he looked in the direction of "Longque City" more than two hundred kilometers away. According to the time, Cheng Yifan should have already taken action. .
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"Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce", Tianlao.
The Tianlao is heavily guarded, both for outsiders and for internal people, especially for members of the family, such as Cheng Yifan. Entering the Tianlao is like being at home.
After Zhu Yunhai became the inspector, a quarter of the authority of Tianlao was opened to Zhu Yunhai. As one of the people Zhu Yunhai valued most, Cheng Yifan was unwilling to offend anyone. Therefore, Cheng Yifan asked to enter the prison to see his uncle. When the people below saw him holding Zhu Yunhai's waistband, they let him go without asking any questions.
"uncle!"
Cheng Huang, who was tortured and had no human form, vaguely heard someone calling him. It took him seven or eight seconds to tell whether he was dreaming or waking up. His blank eyes regained focus, and the figure in front of him gradually became clearer, and his whole person became confused. Stirring.
"Yifan!"
The shaking of his body caused the wound to tear, and the excruciating pain made him almost groan, but he immediately held it back and screamed out in front of his nephew. He couldn't afford to be embarrassed.
"What are you here for?" Cheng Huang's voice was hoarse, and his throat seemed to be on fire.
"Uncle, I want to tell you a few things. I hope you won't be too surprised!" Cheng Yifan didn't have a good impression of his uncle, but now that he is being used, the previous resentment has been suppressed, but if he wants to use a friendly tone, That was impossible, so the words were stiff.
Cheng Huang was sensitively aware that his nephew was different from before. He couldn't tell the difference for a while, but he could feel that Cheng Yifan had changed a lot.
"You all get out!" Cheng Yifan was about to speak when he suddenly frowned and said to the guards around him. The guard hesitated for a moment, but still did not dare to offend Cheng Yifan and went down honestly.
Cheng Huang was startled and felt inexplicably uneasy.
"Uncle, I will kill Zhu Yunhai!" Cheng Yifan said.
"Oh! What -" Cheng Huang suddenly raised his head and tore open the stuttering wound. Blood dripped from his neck. He didn't care, his face was full of shock and disbelief: "What did you say?"
