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Fear is not surprise.

The young man who was stunned by the silver fox's face at the Puyang Sword Head obtained the eight arrows, drew the divine bow, and summoned the arrow feathers.

But in the end, it is the power of the eight arrows that scares me.

A divine weapon with an unknown amount of violent and murderous aura was born in the furnace, and a golden black arrow broke through the clouds and flew out of the sea of ​​rain and fire.

A star seemed to have fallen from the dark sky, a burning star.

The star was rolling with strange fireworks, rapidly enlarging in the pupils of the fifth uncle of the Jiang family, Puyang Jianshou and others...

The threat of death forced the old swordsman from Puyang to deal with it with full concentration and caution.

He drew his sword into a forest.

In the forest of swords, the sword energy was wandering and wreaking havoc, just like a physical sword connected end to end, hovering over his head. Countless sword energy was like a tornado coiling into the Nuoda Pass, which was like a valley of hidden soldiers, trying to kill the bad person who came.

The golden crow arrow was swallowed up in it.

Finally, the Golden Crow arrow fell.

In the forest of swords, there was a sea of ​​fire.

…

On top of the city tower, Yu Zhongtang, wearing a pagoda armor, stood holding a sword.

This little girl is like sticky candy around Jiang Manlou, sweet but greasy. But it would be a big mistake to conclude that this person can go out of the hall but not into the kitchen.

Tang flowers are charming and charming in the rain, but they can also stand alone in the face of violent storms.

At this moment, Yu Zhongtang, who was wearing armor, looked like a general, comparable to An Hongdou, the King of Luo Bing who had an undefeated record in the Seven States Region.

Yu Zhongtang is meditating.

The Peng family's 30,000 Qingli troops have been besieging the city for some time, and their 3,000 pagoda armors are waiting in awe, ready to leave the city at any time to resist the enemy.

However, the battle formation had been observed on the city tower for a long time, and neither Peng Jiu and Jiang Mangong, who led the army, nor the 30,000-strong armored Qingli army in the heavy rain, seemed to show any signs of actually intending to invade.

This made Yu Zhongtang feel strange.

After thinking for a moment, she summoned a commander and ordered him to mobilize a hundred elite armored pagodas and rush back to the Tibetan Soldier Valley for support.

Yu Zhongtang looked down at the besieging army.

In the distance, I saw blood suddenly rolling out from the rear of the Qingli Army in the heavy rain, causing a lot of restlessness and turmoil.

Yu Zhongtang narrowed her crescent-like clear eyes, she stretched out her slender hand, and the leader of Tiefutu next to her respectfully presented her crossbow.

The crossbow made by the Jiang family is extremely powerful. It can shoot seven arrows in a row. It can penetrate walls and shatter rocks within a hundred steps. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a terrifying weapon on the battlefield.

Yu Zhongtang bent his arms and set up a repeating crossbow. He held the crossbow in his right hand and pointed it at the big flag with the word "Peng" in the 30,000 Qingli Army. A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his red lips. He clicked his index finger and fired the crossbow arrow.

In the sound of breaking through the air, the crossbow arrows pierced countless water drops one after another, leaving a thin water mark along the way. At the end of the water mark, the crossbow arrows sprang out strangely.

There was only a click sound, and the flag with the sign "Peng" withered in the rain was broken into two pieces.

Peng Jiu was shocked!

Jiang Mangong raised his head and looked into the distance!

On top of the city tower, Yu Zhongtang was smiling, leaning his shoulders slightly, holding a repeating crossbow above his head.

The three thousand Tiefutu brothers, who saw the power of the majestic Yu Zhongtang with one arrow, cheered together!

"good!"

"good!"

"good……"

The sound of Iron Buddha Temple shocked everyone!

Yu Zhongtang raised his voice and said: "Everyone in the world knows that my husband has three thousand red-robed brothers, but do you know what these three thousand red-robed brothers mean in the eyes of the world?"

A man in red robe wearing an iron armor pagoda on the tower said loudly: "Domestic dogs, evil slaves, accompany us to eat, drink, and accompany the escorts and young masters who cause trouble!"

This is also true.

Three Thousand Dahongpao naturally knows his image in the eyes of the world.

Although they were dissatisfied, the old man's death order required them to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. As long as they protected the young master's safety, they could ignore other things. That's why they didn't insist on being wolves in sheep's clothing for many years.

There was a burst of laughter on top of the government tower.

Yu Zhongtang also chuckled.

She continued: "Others don't know, but I, Yu Zhongtang, know that all of the three thousand Dahongpao are heroes carefully selected by the old man! They can draw a three-stone bow, split a chainmail... that is, they can fight against a big man.

The white-robed Snow Dragon Cavalry, which has not been seen in Yan Kaiguo's cavalry for decades, is no less impressive!"

Up and down the city tower, the three thousand pagodas fell into a terrible silence.

Yu Zhongtang's few words seemed to evoke the long-buried bloodshed and unwillingness to be misunderstood by the world in the hearts of three thousand red robes.

They are not the Young Master Army!

They are all soldiers who have been exposed to swords and flesh on the battlefield! Have years of lustful pleasures already smoothed the edge of their hearts?

No! Absolutely not!

They started holding the knives tightly!

"Today Jiyunzhou troops came to the city and invaded our Tibing Mountain. The 30,000 Qingli troops who had always been mediocre in combat actually besieged the city and did not attack. Is it because they were afraid of our government city? Absolutely not. This is a kind of disdain and contempt for my three thousand red robes.

The contempt of brothers! Can you accept it?"

"Not willing to give in!"

"Not willing..."

"You are willing to fight to drive away the invading enemies and rectify the name of the Three Thousand Red Robes?"

"Justify the name of Three Thousand Red Robes..."

"Justify the name of Three Thousand Red Robes!"

Yu Zhongtang's smile became more charming: "Okay!"

Yu Zhongtang drew his sword and pointed at it: "Qingli Army, listen! Today I, Yu Zhongtang, will fight on behalf of your husband. I am going to cut off thirty thousand of your heads. I will surrender to the world and let the world watch. I have three thousand iron pagodas."

Can I be bullied?"

The sound of drums is loud.

The fighting spirit of the Three Thousand Iron Buddhas reached its peak.

Amidst endless killing cries, the gates of the government city opened wide!

Three thousand iron pagodas rushed out like a torrent!

Iron armor is rolling!

This shocked Peng Jiu and the 30,000 Qingli troops behind him who were attacked by Jiang Manlou's aunt and could not help but feel terrified!

In an instant, the morale of the army collapsed.

…

In front of Zhubing Pavilion.

The heavy rain was still falling, hitting the scattered flames all over the place.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family was guarded by a group of Shuzi disciples who abandoned the light and turned against the enemy. To this day, he still has lingering fears about the golden crow.

There were countless holes in Puyang Lao Jianshou's clothes, and the withered hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Just now, he slashed out one hundred and ninety-nine swords in one go, smashing the roaring Golden Crow arrows together with the monstrous sea of ​​fire, like sporadic flames of yellow sand falling to the ground. He entered the realm of transformation for the first time.

In the early stage, his realm was unstable because of this, and there were faint signs of falling into the spiritual orifice realm.

All this comes from the golden crow.

On a cliff deep in Tibing Mountain, the owner of one of the many branches of Tianji Pavilion, who heard the name of Jianba and wanted to see its power, closed his eyes and reminisced about the Golden Crow arrow just moments ago. After a long time, this old building owner

Slowly opening his deep eyes, he stroked his beard and was about to say something to the schoolboy next to him who was responsible for recording the case files, but suddenly he stopped talking.

The old poster once again looked towards the direction of the Hidden Soldiers Valley...

The silver fox-faced Luo Changfeng shot an arrow before it hit the ground. Not giving his opponent any chance to breathe, he stretched out his hand to call again.

The silver-blue lightning arrow that swam in the furnace of the Zhubing Pavilion emitted the same violent tremor as the Golden Crow Arrow, then rose up from the ground and turned into a bolt of lightning and soared into the sky.

There was a sudden sound of thunder deep in the billowing dark clouds, as if chasing a demon.

Luo Changfeng, who was standing on the eaves of the pavilion, held his hand, and an electric light suddenly appeared in his hand.

The second arrow of the eight arrows, the thundering arrow, is drawn on the divine bow.

One arrow leads to thunder!

The purple-blue lightning flashed away like a crack in the sky, disappearing into the void hit by the heavy rain.

When he reappeared, he was within one foot in front of Puyang Sword's head.

One foot in front of you is the sword domain.

Puyang Jianshou’s kendo field.

The skinny old man who fell into the spiritual realm in order to resist the Golden Crow Arrow gathered all his cultivation at the tip of the sword.

He stabbed the sword towards the void with extremely slow movement.

A moment of brilliance!

Like the blazing sun exploding.

Like life burning.

Spider web-like cracks appeared on the sword domain.

In the endless brilliance, lightning as thin as a gossamer sprang into the sword body.

The sword was broken inch by inch.

Thunder and lightning wandered into that thin body.

Puyang's sword head and his clothes were burned.

The whole person was immersed in the ghostly thunder and fire.

He didn't struggle.

No more wailing.

He seemed to be waiting for the call of death.

He sincerely accepted the call.

He wants to die.

When he violated his oath and killed the old man, he was already heartbroken.