【projection】!
【unbreakable】!
【Zheng Shan】!
Ever since he "got a glimpse" of the painter's method again and truly understood his own "magic technique", Zheng Xiu has been hiding it, and he has been letting it go every step of the way, not willing to bleed.
In the martial arts competition at Hidden Sword Villa, when Zheng Xiu faced the Iron Lady, he used a "cunning" method, supplemented by verbal skills, to implant the concept of "prison" in the hearts of the martial arts knights onlookers.
One circle and one prison!
But now, "returning to ordinary people" is just around the corner. As long as you enter Nie Gong's treasure house, you can leave the cannibal paintings. Zheng Xiu no longer hides the reason to preserve his strength and save his blood.
After a heavy hemorrhage, he painted a cell that was instantly recognizable and did not require "verbal induction". This is Zheng Xiu's true gesture of "painting the ground as a prison".
--"birdcage"!
"What witchcraft!"
The divine warrior standing on the edge of the "birdcage" looked horrified beneath his armor. They are just "ordinary people" living under an ordinary world view. They have never seen such a battle, and they all called "witchcraft" and "evil magic" for a while.
They had bad intentions, and after thinking for a moment, a dozen sharp-minded divine warriors swung their swords towards the cage.
Want to break out of the prison.
"it's useless."
Zheng Xiu noticed the movements of the Shenwu soldiers on the edge of the birdcage and smiled slightly, disapprovingly.
really.
The sharp sword light slashed towards the blood-colored light band, but the force was like a mud cow entering the sea in an instant. The light band became soft and sticky, like the tentacles of a monster. After removing the force of the sword strike, it entangled the soldiers' swords. , no matter how hard the soldiers tried, they could not pull out the weapon from the bloody light band of the birdcage.
Zheng Xiu, the "Birdcage", was inspired by a kind-hearted Kui Lang during Ye Weiyang's pursuit, and combined with the skills of a [painter], he mastered his own moves.
Xie Luohe and Fan Yao were born in this era. Even if their performance on weekdays is far beyond ordinary people, they can still be explained by "excellent martial arts".
And when Zheng Xiu waved the "birdcage" created by the Luohe pen, the movement he caused was far beyond the norm and difficult to measure with common sense.
"kill him!"
"Kill that monster!"
The soldiers who wanted to destroy the "birdcage" were immediately disarmed. A few breaths later, someone waved the military flag in the military formation, and everyone's eyes turned to the initiator of all this.
The soldiers of the Shenwu Army marched in neat steps. At this moment, they seemed to treat Zheng Xiu as an army. They lined up their troops and attacked with a bang.
Zheng Xiu laughed and quickly backed away.
The water gushing from Gong Nie's treasure house slowed down, but the water in the river bed was already up to the waist. The soldiers were wearing heavy armor, and their pace was slowed down by the wash of the water.
Zheng Xiu easily flew the kites of the Shenwu Army soldiers. Not far away, Xie Yunliu went crazy and roared, holding a pair of fleshy palms to kill Fan Yao.
"Enemies meeting?"
Zheng Xiu's eyes narrowed when he saw this.
wrong.
It's not that simple.
Fan Yao was known to the world as the governor of the secret factory. Xie Yunliu only knew that this man was the eagle dog of the imperial court and had all the power in the world, but he had never seen this man in person and did not know that Fan Yao looked exactly like him.
There is no intersection between the two of them, and there is no hatred between them.
But Xie Yunliu's posture, with eyes split open, teeth gnashed, and a look like a madman, clearly treated Fan Yao as a life and death enemy.
After a while, Zheng Xiuming understood. Although the monk did not regain his memory, he instinctively felt threatened. If Xie Yunliu is really just a sub-personality of the monk, and Fan Yao is the main personality, Xie Yunliu is equivalent to an "inner demon" to Fan Yao.
Fan Yao will kill Xie Yunliu at all costs. Once Xie Yunliu is killed by Fan Yao, it is equivalent to "killing the inner demon". Fan Yao will take the initiative again. After leaving the cannibal painting, Fan Yao will become the protagonist again!
Xie Yunliu charged like a bull in heat and was already in front of Fan Yao.
Fan Yao's face was as frosty as he slapped Xie Yunliu's face with his palm.
However, Xie Yunliu grinned, and facing Fan Yao's seemingly ordinary palm, he did not dodge it, lowered his head, and hit it with his bald head.
Fan Yao's palm touched Xie Yunliu's head, leaving a black and purple palm print in an instant.
Xie Yunliu's castration remained unabated, and after forcefully receiving the palm, black blood oozed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, making his smile even more cruel. He suddenly exerted force and grabbed Fan Yao's neck.
Fan Yao's expression changed slightly, and he scolded: "How dare you make a mistake!"
As he spoke, Fan Yao's shoulders were buckled, and he calmly raised his knees to press Xie Yunliu's heart into his heart.
Boom!
"My heart is your mother!"
Xie Yunliu was hit by Fan Yao, his chest collapsed, and he made a sound of fracture. He opened his mouth and vomited out a large mouthful of blood. While vomiting blood, he gritted his teeth and cursed, then opened his mouth and bit Fan Yao's neck.
This was clearly a gesture of dying together. Fan Yao tilted his neck, and Xie Yunliu nibbled on Fan Yao's sexy collarbone.
Xie Yunliu was a strong man, and the two of them twisted together, causing the Shenwu Army formation to stagger around. They accidentally broke out of the way and hit Zheng Xiu's "birdcage."
Zheng Xiu groaned, his throat sweetened.
The battle between the main personality and the sub-personality, which was originally a mysterious thing, has turned into a battle between street gangsters. There seemed to be a lot going on between them, with three moves and two punches, but in fact, after Xie Yunliu rushed forward, they met each other, and the two of them rolled away after being entangled.
"Monk!"
Zheng Xiu wanted to step forward to help, but now that Nie Gong's treasure house was in front of him and the "exit" was imminent, there was nothing left to say at this point. Even though the monk is a sub-personality, killing Fan Yao is morally untenable, but Zheng Xiu has no intention of discussing morality, relationships, relationships, and communication with Fan Yao. Zheng Xiu naturally sides with Xie Yunliu. .
Several knives came and chopped on Zheng Xiu's body. There was a sound of metal and iron clashing. The tenacious soldiers formed a chaotic array of swords. But when they chopped on Zheng Xiu's body, it felt as if they were struck on a stone. It was hard and hard, even One of the knives was broken by Zheng Xiu's muscles.
"Monster! Monster!"
The soldiers were frightened and frightened by this, but the more evil Zheng Xiu behaved, the more bloody nature was aroused in their bones. They all rushed forward to block Zheng Xiu with their flesh and blood without fear of death.
Some people even suddenly had the idea to step on other soldiers, jump up high, and press their whole body on Zheng Xiu's head, trying to push Zheng Xiu into the water and drown him alive.
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu had several soldiers in thick armor hanging on his body. He was struggling to walk in the water.
Zheng Xiu's pace of action was delayed. Seeing that there was something going on, more and more soldiers abandoned the enemies at hand and rushed towards Zheng Xiu through the water. More and more soldiers were stacked on Zheng Xiu. Their weight plus the weight of their armor made Zheng Xiu feel like a big mountain was pressing on his shoulders.
Zheng Xiu vomited blood in frustration, the human sea tactic would never become outdated.
The bandits were defeated and useless.
During the impact of the military formation, Cheng Xiao, Zheng Xiu, Xie Luohe and the Chu couple who were the most active suddenly became the top priority of all soldiers. The arrows in Xieluohe's hands were limited. After the war, what was surprising was that Xieluohe was not as brave as usual for some unknown reason. He held a bow in his right hand and an arrow in his left hand. He walked around in the military formation, using the bow as a shield and the arrows as weapons. Soldiers, close combat.
But even if Zheng Xiu thought that Xie Luohe was not as invincible as usual today, with the performance of Xie Luohe's "archers", in the eyes of other soldiers, they were already called "monsters".
Xie Luohe moved forward steadily in the water with a bow and an arrow. From Zheng Xiu's perspective, he couldn't see clearly what moves Xie Luohe had made. He could only barely see clearly. One by one, the soldiers flew high into the sky one after another, and another one flew up with a clanking sound. position, no one can stop Xieluohe for a moment, and no one can become Xieluohe's enemy with one move.
"Shelo River!"
His blood had already dyed the water in the river bed light red, and the previous bleeding was enough. In other words, the water in the entire river bed is now mixed with Zheng Xiu's blood, has a part of Zheng Xiu, and can be used as Zheng Xiu's "medium".
Zheng Xiu struggled to shake off the person hanging on his body with his hand, dipped a little river water in his backhand, and painted in the void.
"here I am!"
The sound of the Shelo River came.
boom! boom!
While responding.
Two more people flew high into the air.
The tip of Zheng Xiu's trembling pen was dipped in the light red river water, causing sparkling blood to appear.
"Sketch·Castle in the Sky!"
In an instant, the painting was completed.
In Zhengxiu, an exquisite pavilion is supported by bloody clouds, and mini illusory paintings are looming in Zhengxiu.
Zheng Xiu flicked his wrist, and the illusory "pavilion" passed through the bodies of several people under the horrified eyes of everyone, strangely crossed the "human mountain", and floated slowly to the vicinity of the Xieluo River.
in a blink.
In the pavilion supported by the blood cloud, the illusory light and shadow suddenly magnified dozens of times. From virtual reality to reality, a "pavilion in the air" was pulled up out of thin air.
"Well done!"
Xieluohe let out a long roar and exclaimed. Even in such a chaotic scene, her eyes could not hide the wonder and appreciation. I saw Xie Luohe using bows and arrows to scare away the surrounding soldiers, turning over and stepping onto the tall building, tapping his toes, and standing tall.
The nine-story tower steadily supports the Xieluo River and gradually floats higher.
"The monster is seeking death!"
After Zheng Xiu painted the "castle in the air", a soldier suddenly had an idea and suddenly realized that all the "magic arts" of the painter were drawn with that strange pen. Taking advantage of the "mountain of people" to suppress the painter, he cleverly The soldier aimed at Zheng Xiu's pen and chopped it off with a ferocious look.
Ding!
"Luohe Brush" snapped in response.
Zheng Xiu only had half of the bare iron pole left in his hand, and the hair was cut off at the other end.
After Xie Luohe stepped onto the top of the pavilion, his whole aura changed.
When she held the longbow again, at that moment, Xie Luohe seemed to have turned into another person. She put all the arrows in the quiver in her hands, took twelve arrows in one breath, and slowly drew the bow to full capacity.
For a moment, Xieluohe's action of drawing the bow, down to the twitching of his fingertips, and up to Xieluohe's posture of raising his head and chest when bending the bow, everything was natural and breathtakingly perfect, even for the soldiers of the Shenwu Army who had been fighting bloody battles on the battlefield for a long time. When they were drawing their bows at Xieluohe, they all involuntarily stopped swinging their swords and looked stupidly at the elegant woman on the castle in the air, but exuding endless murderous intent.
"call!"
Luohe's pen was broken, but the birdcage did not disappear.
Zheng Xiu was not surprised by this. He was deeply familiar with the restrictions and rules of thaumaturgy. "Luohe Brush" is only a limitation of "magic application", not the key to "cracking" thaumaturgy.
As long as his technique is released, the Luohe Brush will not be interrupted even if it is broken into eighteen pieces.
"Get away!"
Zheng Xiu took a deep breath, his whole body was shaken, and his divine power erupted, knocking away more than a dozen soldiers who were pressing on him.
With a bang, a high jet of water spurted up, hit the birdcage, was cut into a dense stream of water, and turned into drizzle and fell again.
The water column surged, and a short hole was formed under Zheng Xiu's feet due to the water sucking back. The surrounding water surged towards Zheng Xiu's feet, and soon rolled into a whirlpool.
The soldiers steadied themselves in the fierce current and looked up to see the frail-looking scholar. He took off his shirt and hung it around his waist, revealing a perfect body that shocked them.
Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand to comb his wet long hair back. He looked at the soldiers staggering around him with a sinking face: "The Shenwu Army protects the family and the country, and swears to defend the territory. Today, you actually listened to the secret factory admiral's private call, come. Are we, the defenseless people, being bullied here? Do you know it’s embarrassing?”
"Fart! What kind of common people are you!"
In this frontier army, the captain with the highest rank was a little ashamed after being shocked by Zheng Xiu. He heard the first half of the sentence "the admiral of the secret factory secretly called", but when he heard the second half of the sentence "unarmed common people", he suddenly became angry. My chest felt tight and I almost vomited blood.
The evildoer is rampant and comes with his mouth open!
Zheng Xiu hung the half-broken "Luohe Brush" on his waist and assumed a posture that was unfamiliar to everyone.
"excuse me!"
The soldiers came to attack, Zheng Xiu made a knife with his backhand, and with a click, Zheng Xiu's palm cut into the gap in the armor, breaking the hand.
Amidst the screams of the opponent, Zheng Xiu grabbed the saber with his backhand.
"Good knife!"
Panlong's Eighteen Cuts!
Ssangyong gets water!
The "Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes" that Commander Wang learned on his own two hundred years later became very brilliant two hundred years ago.
Look at the edge of the battlefield again.
The scuffle between Fan Yao and Xie Yunliu resulted in a winner in a short period of time. Fan Yao had lost his crown and hat, his bun was broken, and his hair was messy and scattered, making him look a little down and out. But compared with him at this moment, Xie Yunliu's situation was precarious.
Xie Yunliu's head was stained with red blood, and he couldn't tell where was the wound and where was intact. Fan Yao sneered and reached out to lift Xie Yunliu up. Looking at the face that looked exactly like his own, Fan Yao smiled charmingly: "It's over."
On the pavilion.
Xie Luohe's tight bow string was released, and the twelve arrows turned into twelve black streams of light and shot out the moment they left the string.
The twelve arrows had different speeds. The fastest one disappeared strangely as if passing through a barrier the moment it left the string. When it appeared, it had shot through Fan Yao's arm.
Fan Yao originally wanted to pinch Xie Yunliu's neck, but the twelve arrows shot by Xie Luohe forced him to concentrate on dealing with it. Covering his injured arm, Fan Yao jumped into the sky and took the initiative to meet the other arrows.
After Xie Luohe shot those arrows, he put his hands behind his back and looked at them with a smile.
The remaining eleven arrows were like flexible snakes in the air, colliding with each other. Every time they collided, the sky flickered like stars, creating dazzling sparks and making a pleasant crisp sound.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
Fan Yao pointed out. He seemed to have heard about the strangeness of Xie Luohe's move and seemed to know how to solve it. But when he turned into an afterimage and leapt into the sky, reaching out with both hands to catch two arrows and break the momentum of the "series of arrows", he saw the two arrows passing through his fingers strangely.
This arrow is evil!
Ding ding ding ding ding!
Zheng Xiu stared blankly at the woman on the pavilion with her hands behind her back.
In his birdcage, the eleven arrows collided faster and faster, becoming more and more weird, and the sparks colliding became more and more dense, like dazzling stars all over the sky.
…
"That strange man can use his 'pure bow skills' to cast a real twelve arrows. But my bow skills are shallow and not one percent as good as those of my predecessors, so I can only use miraculous skills to cast them."
…
Suddenly, Zheng Xiu remembered what a certain thaumaturge who died in his hands and called himself the Lone Wolf of the Desert said during the confrontation.
Could it be that Kui Lang's archery skills came from the Xieluo River?
Zheng Xiu recognized at a glance that this "sky full of stars" was the real "twelve consecutive arrows"!
It turns out that Kui Lang’s specious archery skills came from the Xieluo River!
It’s the archery skills passed down from Xieluohe!
But, Brother Kui, you seem to have misunderstood something. What Xie Luohe used is not called pure "bow technique"!
Tsk tsk tsk!
Eleven arrows penetrated eleven vital points of Fan Yao's body. Fan Yao was seen vomiting blood, his flying swallow clothes dyed blood red, flying backwards, castrating like a shooting star.
"not good!"
Seeing Fan Yao's castration, Zheng Xiu's eyes twitched, and with super fast hand speed, he tore off the strip of cloth and wrapped it around his wrist for a week.
No more blood will flow.
Wow!
The blood-colored light strip that maintained the "Birdcage" suddenly collapsed and turned into a rain of blood.
"The enemy general is dead, do you want to die?"
Xie Luohe's eyes were cold, and he fell down from the collapsed pavilion, and shouted softly to the soldiers of the Shenwu Army.
Boom!
In the distance, the sound of Fan Yao's landing was finally heard, and his life or death was unknown.
Xieluohe carried his long bow behind his back. In the complicated eyes of all the soldiers, Xieluohe ignored everyone and quickly passed through the soldiers towards the mountain wall.
Boom.
After this melee, the mountain wall that had been plowed loose swayed for a while, and after the water inside was drained, a huge hole was revealed.
"Is it over?" Chu Chengfeng saw the soldiers leaving with complicated expressions and walking towards Fan Yao, as if he wanted to go up to confirm Fan Yao's life or death. He was stunned for a few seconds and quickly went to check Xie Yunliu's injuries.
Xie Luohe stepped into Duke Nie's treasure house alone, and Zheng Xiu followed.
The originally narrow entrance of the cave was widened by the water flow, and the water naturally made it wider. The two of them entered easily.
There is a spacious hollow inside. At the end, there is a long slope. At the end of the slope, there is a simple small door.
Xie Luohe quickly stepped onto the slope, her delicate body trembling slightly, stretched out her hand, and pushed the door open little by little.
The door was unlocked.
Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe's back, frowned, and said nothing.
boom!
The door opened.
When the door is opened, the air enters, and the white phosphorus "eternal lamps" hidden on the wall light up silently.
"This is...Gong Nie's treasure house."
It was clear inside, Zheng Xiu was stunned.
The moment Xie Luohe opened the door and the ever-bright lamp inside was lit, she saw everything inside clearly and was stunned.
I do not know how long it has been.
Plop.
Xie Luohe knelt on the ground, his face full of despair.
