"But you-"
He suddenly took a step forward and asked angrily: "You don't remember me! Why don't you remember me! Three hundred thousand years...three hundred thousand years of loneliness in the endless darkness, in exchange for only the words 'You are who'?"
"Can you please be quieter?"
Yang Gang hit his head with a headache. This mysterious man was too noisy.
At the same time, under the influence of Bana Flower, countless memories seemed to be rolling in his mind, but due to some strange restrictions between heaven and earth, those memories were suppressed in his mind.
This made Yang Gang a little irritable, and his tone was naturally a little emotional.
"..."
The mysterious man couldn't help but hesitate when he heard the words.
With his arrogant character, he shouldn't have cared about Yang Gang's attitude. But for some reason, the majesty that seemed to come from countless years ago made him stand upright involuntarily.
He replied: "My name is Peng Meng."
"Puffy?"
A look of thought flashed in Yang Gang's eyes.
suddenly.
A vague memory flashed through my mind.
That was in ancient times.
Yang Gang and Su'e spent the last few years together. He has begun to deliberately alienate each other, making friends from all walks of life and living in intoxication all day long.
There seems to be such a scene in my memory.
He was very drunk and met a young man on the road.
"Yi, please teach me the art of archery! I also want to be a great hero..." He stood respectfully on the roadside.
"Archery? I don't know how to do archery. You won't teach me!" Yang Gang was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly and waved his hand to refuse impatiently.
later.
Again and again.
The young man blocked Yang Gang's way home, but Yang Gang never agreed to teach him archery. I only remember one time when he curiously asked the other person, "What's your name?"
"My name is Peng Meng." The young man subconsciously stood up straight and answered.
The memory is gone here.
After obtaining the Changhe of Life Levels, Yang Gang received memories that totaled more than 10,000 years.
If he had to keep everything in mind, his mind would be exhausted.
Therefore, he did not remember whether he accepted the other party as his disciple in the end. Because this incident is of no importance at all in the countless fragmented memories.
If it is really accepted.
If he has the opportunity to return to ancient times in the future, he will definitely wring the neck of this rebellious disciple who killed his master with his own hands!
However, because of Hanxiang, it was impossible for him to go to ancient times just out of curiosity.
This scene between ancient times and the current world seems to be two timelines overlapping together.
Not only Yang Gang has a lot of thoughts.
Standing on the boat on the Styx River, Pang Meng also felt very complicated in his heart.
"Do you... remember now?" There was a hint of expectation in his tone.
It seemed that gaining Yang Gang's approval was very important to him.
"I have mastered all of your archery skills, and even advanced to a higher level in three hundred thousand years, becoming a self-reliant Netherworld. You saw that arrow just now, you must have been surprised, right?"
"Tell me quickly! Right?"
"Master!"
The eager roar echoed in the void, seeming to contain an everlasting obsession.
At this time, not only Yang Gang could see it, but also the onlookers Amitabha and the Twelve Witch Ancestors could see that this ancient archer named 'Pang Meng' seemed to have something wrong with his brain.
It’s only right to have questions.
Anyone who has stayed in the endless gloomy reincarnation for 300,000 years will have something wrong with his brain.
"Yeah, not bad."
Yang Gang nodded indifferently.
then.
He took out a pendant from his arms.
There was a flash of light.
A long bow as translucent as a spar suddenly appeared in his hand. Fiery red energy flowed in the bow like a liquid. The vermilion bowstring was filled with the power of the earthly world, and it seemed that even the law of heaven could not cut it off.
"Tong Gong. Su Rui."
Pangmeng looked shocked.
Xie Kuang's angry face quickly turned into a calm expression, and he looked at the bow and arrow in Yang Gang's hand with great solemnity.
"Three hundred thousand years have passed, and this arrow is still in your hand."
"It's not Tong Gong Su Rui, but Tong Gong."
Yang Gang shook his head.
The divine bow without the power of Han Xiang only carries the ultimate masculine power in his body, so naturally it can only be called Tong Gong.
"Hahahaha, I understand!"
Pang Meng suddenly laughed wildly, "Tong Gong Su Rui has become Tong Gong, and you can only exert half of your past strength. Even half of it is far inferior... and now I have already surpassed you before."
"Yi, today is the day you die! I will defeat you with my own strength!"
"Ha~~"
Yang Gang shook his head without any excuse.
His strength at this time is indeed far less than when he shot the sun in ancient times.
but.
You, a fool hiding in the darkness of reincarnation, are not those ten splendid golden crows!
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Since you want to kill me, then go ahead!"
The words are implemented.
The divine bow slowly opened in Yang Gang's hand.
An invisible flaming divine arrow condensed instantly, spinning automatically as if it were breathing, condensing the most masculine power in the world on the tip of the arrow.
"good!"
On the other side, Pang Meng also raised the wooden bow in his hand, placed the pot of arrows drawn from reincarnation on his back on the bow string, and slowly opened the long bow.
A terrifying aura rose into the sky.
There is no wind in the sea of blood of the Styx, rolling up waves of irregular waves.
Yang Gang looked at Pang Meng below and couldn't help but get more energetic.
This person... is indeed very strong!
The Tathagata, the Twelve Witch Ancestors, and even the figures hiding in the darkness who were watching, felt the two terrifying auras that seemed to be able to break the barrier of reincarnation and distanced themselves, fearing that they would be affected by the aftermath.
Everyone subconsciously held their breath.
Quietly watching the two unparalleled archers about to start a shocking showdown on the River Styx.
One breath.
Two breaths.
After three breaths.
'call out--'
'call out--'
Two peerless arrows suddenly shot through the air.
The red arrow light was like a big sun rising under the Nine Netherworld, illuminating tens of thousands of miles around with a blazing white light. The gray-brown arrow light seems to be able to swallow up all light, containing all the negative emotions in the world, dark and strange...
Ding~~
A crisp crash sounded in the void.
When everyone thought that a shocking collision was about to occur.
The two arrows, endowed with peerless archery skills, tilted slightly at the same time as if in tacit agreement. The brightest light and the darkest color in the world passed by, and the void was shattered inch by inch.
Then they suddenly accelerated, each shooting towards the other's eyebrows.
"What!"
Countless people exclaimed at the same time.
This blow.
The two of them actually wanted to kill each other regardless of themselves, even if they exchanged their lives for lives!
This is a lifeless play!
But only the two people in the duel knew it.
Neither of them was sure, crushing each other with absolute power.
therefore.
He can only use all his strength to shoot an arrow and give up all defenses against himself.
At this time, anyone who still has any idea of luck will be killed by the other party... with one arrow.
