Seeing that the arrow came, Zhaoming had no time to raise his hand, and his palm was shot directly... Read the latest and most complete novel

A chirping sound was fluctuating, and a large number of sparks appeared in the palm of the hand. The arrow was terrifying and it was in a crazy way with Zhaoming's Immortal King's magic weapon.

Even Yi Zhaoming felt a sharp pain coming from his palm, and after a moment, blood and flesh were flying. He could hurt his Immortal King's magic weapon with a feather arrow, and he knew who was coming without seeing the person who took action.

Houyi, the only one among the witch clan, can shoot such arrows, even the great witch is not as good as him. Without seeing clearly, you can also know that the other party has entered the sub-saint realm like Kuafu.

A frown involuntarily made Zhaoming think of the arrow that he had escaped from the Colosseum, which almost made him lose his soul and completely die.

Decades have passed, I have already reached the same level as the other party, and my body has made a qualitative leap. I am no longer afraid of such an attack.

The feeling of indescribable was that he had the desire to fight. Zhaoming grabbed it hard, crushed the feather arrow and stabilized his body.

The spiritual consciousness scattered, and sure enough, there was a witch clan standing on the top of the mountain far away. Although it was not as tall and strong as Kuafu, Kong Wu was also powerful and handsome. He wore a crown made of feathers on his head and an animal leather jacket, revealing half of his chest, and was full of energy. It was Houyi.

Feeling Zhaoming's gaze, Houyi sighed slightly. At this moment, he also remembered the arrow from the Colosseum back then.

Unlike Zhaoming who suddenly developed a competitive spirit, he just sighed that he almost killed the Fire-Swallowing Demon back then, but he let him escape. He thought there was no big problem, but he never expected that after decades, the Fire-Swallowing Demon became a major concern of the Witch Clan.

Not only did he rise like a comet, but he also captured Kuafu and put him in a dangerous situation. Now he is alone, fighting five upper witches alone, without any disadvantages, and he is at ease.

This is not an ordinary sub-saint, but five upper witches. Among the witch clan, only the great witch can deal with it like Zhao Ming.

He put all his strength into the arrow just now and made up his momentum. This failed, and it would be difficult to get the same opportunity again.

Zhaoming rushed into flames, burned the feather arrows in his hand to ashes, let go of his fingers slightly, and the eyes that looked at Houyi were filled with a provocative sneer.

His posture was rampant, but he was not careless in his heart. The bow in Houyi's hand was very different from the one in the past. It was completely dark and shining with black light. I don't know if it was a long jump or because of the special divine bow, I couldn't feel any breath.

But this would never be underestimated by Zhao Ming. From that bow, he felt a chill that made his heart thrill, and even made his soul feel an inexplicable tingling pain.

This bow must be extraordinary. Perhaps it was because of this bow that Houyi could shoot an arrow like that just now, which hurt himself again.

"Houyi. You prepare again, let's entangle him!"

Seeing Houyi appear, the prime minister showed a hint of joy and shouted loudly. At the same time, he surrounded Zhaoming from all directions with many witches.

"It's not that easy to entangle me!" Zhao Ming snorted coldly. He activated the Yin-Yang Xuanhuo Dao pattern, transformed into infinite flames and burned towards Xiangzhou. The red light flashed under his feet, and the fist that condensed the heavenly rage was about to be bombarded.

Xiangzhou's long spear shook, attracting the power of water flowing. It transformed into a mysterious sea shield, with a magnificent water vapor.

Just as he was about to hit, Zhaoming flashed, activated the fire escape technique, and instantly arrived in front of Meng Jiu.

Everyone thought Zhaoming was going to attack Xiangzhou, and many witches were about to help, but they didn't expect Zhaoming to suddenly change his target. Moreover, the speed of the fire escape technique was so fast that it was hard to describe. Even Meng Jiu had no time to react and was already bullied by Zhaoming.

"Fall me!"

Zhaoming roared, and the Fist of Heavenly Wrath directly hit Meng Jiu. The flames instantly wrapped it up, and heavy explosions surged in.

Among the many witches, Meng Jiu's defense is originally the last level. When the ninth level explodes, it is like being hit by the endless pillar of aurora in the flame prison that day by illuminating thousands of forces, and the blood columns in his mouth gushed, flying across the sky like a meteor, submerged in a sea of ​​fire, and losing combat power.

Such a change made several witches frightened and screamed in shock. Zhaoming activated the art of fire escape to Zhu Kai.

Zhu Kai's reaction was already very fast, and he immediately turned out countless flames and burned towards Zhaoming.

If the opponent is someone else, his flames will naturally be powerful, but now the opponent is Zhaoming, and those flames will become like spring breeze.

He turned the Demon King's battle body and transformed into a ten thousand meters of body. He slapped it with one palm and directly covered the armor completely.

The Yin-Yang Xuanhuo Dao pattern appeared in the hands at the same time, circling rapidly, gathering together, and then exploded when Zhu Kai was grabbed.

"ah!"

With a scream, he heard a loud rumbling sound that drowned it.

"Praise!"

Several great witches exclaimed, looking panicked.

"Do you want it? I'll give it back to you!"

Zhaoming laughed loudly, grabbed the flames in his hand into a ball, and then slapped them out with his palm. As the flames flew out, several balls of things flew out, which was the body of Zhu Kai that was blown into pieces.

Xiang Zhou took a breath and was blown to this point, so he was not alive. The same power of the flames of cultivation, Zhaoming was so strong that he could kill him with one blow.

Several pieces of meat rushed towards several upper witches, and after approaching, they activated the Yin-Yang Xuanhuo Dao pattern inside, and exploded instantly. Between the crazy waves and waves, the heaven and earth energy hit all directions.

Zhaoming felt a sense of anger. He hated the Witch Clan, especially the Zhu family. Zhu Hong's death was not enough to make him forget the hatred left by Acao, and even this one can only be regarded as interest. If he had the chance, what he wanted was to completely disappear from the Zhu family, the Witch Clan.

Taking advantage of the flames and the witches' minds, Zhaoming was still calm, and suddenly felt cold in his heart. Several lights came from the extremely distant mountain and Houyi, who was standing in the distance, took action again.

The arrow light is like a meteor rushing to the moon. Although its power is slightly inferior to the previous arrow, it has more numbers, and the nine-star pearls are forcing Zhaoming to give up the attack and turn to defense.

One hand condenses the flames, and uses the fist of heavenly rage to gather on the fist, hold it but does not fire, wave it in front of your chest, and several consecutive fists to smash the nine feather arrows one by one.

The debris wrapped in flames flew everywhere, like a meteor shower, covering the sky.

In an instant, countless arrow lights appeared again, as if a real meteor shower had arrived.

It can be like a galloping thunder shot straight into the heavy mouth, or it can be like a butterfly spread its wings to attack the flank, or it can be like traveling through time and space and going straight to the back to attack.

At this moment, many of the witches and Zhaoming were shocked. They who did not understand archery skills could not understand how Houyi did it. Just a big bow could actually shoot such earth-shaking archery skills.

And this archery technique that is like a world of turmoil, I am afraid that no one can shoot it in the world.

There was nowhere to escape, Zhaoming had already realized the situation at the first time. The arrow light filled the whole world. Not to mention ordinary body techniques, even if he used the fire escape technique, he could not avoid it.

There was nowhere to hide, so he stopped hiding. Zhaoming roared, and flames condensed in his hand, leading out a beam of light to cover his whole body. In an instant, the light rain was pouring out, covering the sky and shooting out.

The pillar of aurora shines through the mountains and rivers, and uses the rain of fire to fight the rain of arrows.

In the surging sword of flame, more than 90% of the arrow rain was burned into light spots, but 10% of the arrow rain bombarded Zhaoming like a tide.

"Bang bang bang!"

It was endless, and even Zhaoming felt deeply uncomfortable with the terrible force, and he couldn't even understand.

How could this happen? Could it be that the big bow is a treasure?

Zhaoming was secretly shocked. These feathered arrows were either ordinary branches or condensed by the energy of heaven and earth, but their power at this moment exceeded his expectations.

More importantly, he felt an indescribable shocking force from the Rain of Arrow. Although the body of the divine weapon that refines the body of the furnace was enough to resist the Rain of Arrow, there was an inexplicable force in the Rain of Arrow that made his soul sting. To be precise, it was a soul sting, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The inexplicable force made him feel as if he couldn't breathe. When the rain of arrow disappeared, the pain in his body burst out, making him unable to help but let out a long roar.

The whistling sound was not stopped, and he felt an inexplicable chill coming, causing him to abruptly.

Then three sharp arrows roared over. Although the number was too small, Zhaoming felt even more dangerous.

The three sharp arrows emit different lights, either as bright as the sun, as bright as the moon, or as ethereal as the stars.

Three feather arrows of different powers concealed the light of heaven, earth, sun and moon, and attracted countless heaven, earth's vitality to surge.

When the distance was only a thousand meters, a flash of dazzling light flashed again, and the three sharp arrows turned into one.

At this moment, Houyi also held his breath. This was his strongest arrow. Three talents were determined by one, and he exhausted most of his true energy in his body. If even this arrow was useless, he would have nothing to do with it.

Seeing the sharp arrow approaching, a ruthless light flashed in Zhaoming's eyes and shouted angrily: "Houyi, I will let you know that your arrow is useless to me!"

Without responding to the Fist of Heavenly Wrath, he held his breath and concentrated. When the arrow that seemed to be about to break through the chaos arrived, he suddenly stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the arrow that could be called lightning and thunder.

The heaven and earth's vitality exploded, and if a volcano hit the sky, Zhaoming condensed the yin and yang mysterious fire patterns and circled in his hand, just like a mysterious man in black who dissolved the mysterious yellow energy of Zhenyuanzi, constantly guiding the heaven and earth's vitality and dispersed everywhere.

By the time the residual energy bursts, it has become insignificant.

He stopped his body, held his five fingers and finally pinched the feather arrow into pieces.

The blood and energy in the body had not subsided yet, Zhaoming shouted loudly as if he was impatient: "Did you see it? Houyi, your arrow no longer poses a threat to me."

The arrogant aura was like clouds rushing into the sky, causing several witches to look dark. Houyi also sighed, slightly sad.

"Shoot another arrow, as long as you are a little stronger, you can defeat him!"

"This is my strongest arrow!"

"Then try changing the branch arrow!"

"Change?"
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