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Chapter 14 Immortal Artifact

The bow floating in mid-air was covered with green thorns except where it was held, and there was a rose at the tip of the bow that was so delicate that it looked like a real thing.

Mesmerizing and dangerous.

Judging from the aura emanating from it, it is at least a sixth-level immortal weapon.

The thorns on the bow trembled slightly, and the aura became stronger again. It was actually upgraded from the sixth level to the seventh level immortal weapon.

Everyone who was already red-eyed couldn't calm down anymore.

"It's actually an advanced fairy weapon. Is the Genius Concentration Camp such a big deal?"

"Hurry and grab it, we must get it today!"

"The thorn bow is moving, hurry up and chase!"

The fight below was fierce, and several people were eliminated, but they saw the thorn bow move and fly straight to the horizon.

"It is indeed an immortal weapon. Did it give birth to self-awareness?"

"80% of the time there is a weapon spirit, so we can't let it escape!"

The power of seventh-level immortal weapons, with or without weapon spirit, can be said to be equal to that in heaven and earth.

The speed of the thorn bow is very fast, and the afterimage flashes continuously without stopping, and a string of people are hanging behind it.

Various attacks were thrown at the thorn bow desperately, trying to knock it down.

But the bow was so slender that no one touched it even if he dodged it lightly.

Meng Li heard the strange movement and his face moved slightly, "The thorns are scurrying around. Let's move quickly to avoid being affected."

However, the bow-shaped afterimage rushed straight towards them with a series of tails.

If you look carefully at the bow, you can see a bit of panic.jj.br

Ling Nianqing gritted her teeth, "Hua Chongjin, do you want to die?"

During this period, in order to train the team's cooperation ability, Hua Chongjin was not allowed to take action, but to prevent emergencies, he was still left outside.

I didn't expect that something would happen if I stayed here.

Hua Chongjin raised his head and said, "Master Xianqi sent it to you, you're welcome."

Ling Nianqing wanted to use Hua Chongjin to smash the thorn bow back.

"Hey, hand over the fairy weapon, or don't blame us for being rude!"

"No wonder the immortal artifacts keep running here. It turns out you are the one causing trouble. If you are wise enough to hand over the nameplate now, I can spare your life!"

Ling Nianqing: "..." Hua Chongjin, this indifferent bitch! If you don't find trouble for her, you can't live for a day, right?

Thorn Bow stopped next to them, occasionally turning in circles, as if watching a show.

Obviously, although Hua Chongjin got this thing, he had no intention of finding an owner for himself. Instead, he diverted the trouble to another direction and found an innocent scapegoat like them.

Well, it’s not that white, there’s a white and black dog mixed in.

"You can't understand people, can you? There are so many of our teams still trying to resist? Kill them!" With the magic weapon in front, these people didn't even bother with such solemn nonsense as a pre-war declaration, and just charged forward.

Meng Li quickly issued an order, "One team will attack from the flank, and the second, third, and fourth teams will confront each other head-on. Just hold them up. Don't really fight. We are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. Teams five and six will look for opportunities. Try to make as much noise as possible. It's best to lure them over."

Some monsters."

To facilitate ordering, the six teams were numbered.

"Six captains, you must stop the masters of these three teams, otherwise..." He did not continue, "Act!"

Including the black bunt team that they eliminated before, there must be at least five teams in this competition.

Ling Nianqing flapped his wings lightly and appeared next to the thorn bow. He raised his hand and slowly held it on the handle of the bow.

In order to divert trouble to the east, the location of the Thorn Bow was closer to them. Coupled with Ling Nianqing's speed, no one else could react, and the Thorn Bow was in her hands.

Of course, this does not include the Thorn Bow itself.

The bow shook, and the thorns on it actually grew to the handle of the bow, covering Ling Nianqing's hand.

Blood immediately poured out from the back of his hand.

Ling Nianqing sneered, and the power of the word spirit crushed it mercilessly. When it touched, the thorns quickly retracted as if they were burned.

It was impossible to tame an immortal weapon with a spirit in a short period of time, but she could suppress it.

"Put down the fairy weapon!"

Seeing this scene, everyone else's eyes turned red, they gave up their original opponents and rushed over.

Ling Nianqing pulled the string with two fingers, and his spiritual power surged wildly. An arrow that was straight but covered with thorns appeared. He loosened his fingers and shot out with a whoosh.

This arrow, even if it is not fatal, is enough to hurt a person half to death, let alone it is an immortal weapon.

The person being targeted couldn't avoid it, so he raised his arm to block the arrow. He screamed and fell from the air, his entire arm almost useless.

Ling Nian shook her head. It was easy to use, but it consumed too much spiritual energy. This arrow directly drained a quarter of her spiritual energy.

However, although this place is desolate, the spiritual energy is rich and can be replenished in time.

Spiritual energy surged, and she pulled a second arrow.

Seeing the miserable condition of the man who fell to the ground, everyone was reluctant and had to retreat, praying in their hearts that the person being targeted was not them.

Seventh-level immortal weapons consume a lot of spiritual energy. The ability of these fourth-level monks to draw two arrows is incredible. When the arrows fall, they can step forward to snatch them.

Immortal weapons of this level are probably not common in Gaoxing Continent.

The person who was pointed by the arrow trembled in his heart. Before he could run away, Ling Nianqing loosened his fingers and the arrow changed its direction before it flew out.

"Pfft!"

The person being targeted didn't have time to hide, and the thorn arrow pierced his heart. Every spike on the arrow was filled with blood, as if a red rose was poured out, coquettish and cruel.

Most of the man's chest was covered in blood, and he was not breathing at that time.

One arrow kills a fifth-level monk, and its power is truly terrifying.

Shocked, everyone who coveted the immortal weapon took a step back before reacting and rushing forward.

This person's spiritual power is exhausted, and the immortal weapon is theirs!

Ling Nianqing slowly raised her lower lip and pulled the bow string again. The power of the spirit of speech quickly turned into thorn arrows, and there were three of them at once. The color of the arrow body was thicker than the one formed by the spiritual power, green and black.

She moved very quickly. She didn't even aim after the arrow was ready, she just let go of her finger and shot it out.

The people who rushed towards him turned around abruptly, and two of them were killed on the spot. The other was just thankful that he had escaped, when the tip of the arrow pierced his chest from the back.

It actually has the ability to track.

"Poof!" The man was covered in blood and fell to the ground with his eyes open.

No one dared to step forward now, let alone the sixth-level monk who died in the end.

Because no one knows how many more arrows she can shoot, and no one wants to be a dead soul.

"Whoosh!" Two more arrows were shot out, killing two people from the Fuhua team who were about to be seriously injured.

On the other hand, Ling Nianqing's face was neither red nor out of breath, as if his spiritual power was as deep as a bottomless pit and he could pull out many arrows.

As everyone watched, they felt frightened in their hearts and wanted to retreat.

Even if they were able to shoot five arrows, they would be able to reach the sky.

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