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The shadow of death once again enveloped my heart...

Qi Xiang looked up and saw that the clouds and rain pulled the bow and arrow again above the castle, and he took action with hatred.

With a whoosh, another silver light flashed, just like a star in the night sky flashed. As the light disappeared, a white feathered arrow was already coming into the air.

Before the arrow arrived, murderous intent came to the sky.

Qi Xiang was sweating profusely and wanted to avoid it, but she had no ability. She could only watch the flying arrows of meteors broke through layers of air in the air and dragged up a long tail...

"puff!"

The white arrow flew over and easily penetrated his thighs, and the arrow was nailed to the hard cement road. While the blood was splashing, it also made his whole body curled up like a prawn.

An arrow shot on his thigh, nailing him to the ground and unable to move.

Qi Xiang screamed in pain and sweated like rain.

At this time, Yun Zhongyu had no intention of stopping. The third white arrow had been slammed on the string. This time, the direction he aimed at was Qi Xiang's forehead.

"die!"

Yun Zhongyu didn't say anything nonsense, and he directly let go of his fingers that were buckled.

Arrows are like meteors, breaking through the sky!

"Will you fall to that level?"

Life and death are at stake. Qi Xiang knew that he could no longer have any reservations. He gritted his teeth and his soul was burning. A cool force instantly penetrated into his limbs and bones.

At this moment, Qi Xiang was like a walking corpse, with a strange light shining in her eyes.

Chih...

The third feather arrow flashed, and before it could be stabbed, it was already pulled by his backhand and directly cut it into the air. The white feather arrow was frozen, and the arrow was still spinning rapidly at high speed, and a little blue smoke faintly emerged.

Qi Xiang's palm and the skin on the palm of her palm have been worn out, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

But what is strange is that his expression remains unchanged. He is calm and seems to have lost his sense of pain. The physiological instincts and texture reactions that humans should have disappeared.

Receiving an arrow with bare hands is not a skill that a person who is seriously injured and on the verge of death should have.

At first glance, the rain in the clouds was naturally stunned and was shocked.

In an instant, Qi Xiang suddenly waved his hand, and the blood-stained feather arrow trembled in the air like lightning, and rushed towards the rain in the clouds in the opposite direction. Moreover, the speed of the arrow swing was no longer much slower than the bowstring's shooting.

A arrow flew away. Qi Xiang pulled it on her shoulder again. The arrow hooked up a piece of flesh and blood, but he didn't realize it and pulled out the white arrow that was stuck in his thigh.

The two arrows in hand also turned into a stream of light and broke through the air.

These two feather arrows, which came first, were in the shape of a font with the first arrow before, like a sharp triangle, rushing towards the clouds and rain on the high wall.

Three arrows came. Yun Zhongyu snorted coldly, and the iron-tied bow in his hand was as if the propeller of a helicopter was swinging, forming an invisible shield in front of him.

The three feather arrows failed to plunge into a single point, and they broke and flew under the propeller.

But at this moment, a white light flashed, and the retina in the clouds could not be captured at all, so when he felt the tingling pain of needles on his forehead, he strangely reached out and touched it.

Once you touch it, your fingers are moist and a little dry.

He was a little confused. When he looked down, he saw a bright red blood stain.

This is the last image he saw in the world.

Bang!

Suddenly, Yun Zhongyu's head exploded, and amid a burst of exclamations, he fell on the wall.

Not to mention the reactions of the Yun family, the invisible white light in the air was seen passing by Yun Zhongyu's head, and then it detoured and turned back to Qi Xiang's feet.

At this time, the white light twisted and vaguely evolved into a small boat. Then it rolled up the light, wrapping up Qi Xiang's body, who was also inexplicably fell, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Someone noticed this scene, but when their eyes were blurred, Qi Xiang was gone, which was very bizarre.

Someone rescued him or saved himself?

Or, that's...

Some people were surprised and speculated, and couldn't figure it out.

However, that had nothing to do with Qi Xiang. He was like a stray dog, fleeing in a hurry. He fled from Yuncheng and fled all the way to the provincial capital airport, and then got on a plane back to Hunan Province.

However, even if the flight took off smoothly, he did not dare to relax. He was afraid that when the plane landed, when the cabin staff cleaned up, they would find a suspicious body somewhere in the cabin...

You have not reached a safe place yet, be sure to stick to it.

Qi Xiang firmly believed in his belief, but felt that his soul was like lamp oil, constantly consuming and burning.

The silkworm will not stop until it dies, and the candle will not stop drying when it turns into ashes.

At this time, Qi Xiang understood the feelings and understood what torture is.

Fry raw, simmer, burn and boil.

That kind of pain comes from the pain of the soul, a hundred times stronger than the pain of the body.

Every minute and a second is a torture.

Qi Xiang didn't know how he endured it.

In short, the clothes on my body are wet and dry, and wet. After repeated several times, the air journey will be considered to be the end of the air journey after the skin turns white and no longer sweats.

As the plane landed, the cabin door opened, the several flight attendants felt a gust of air flowing by, and the wind was blowing for no reason, which made them feel shocked and goosebumps.

Such supernatural events seem to have been encountered by many people at the airport.

It is said that a few days later, the airport secretly invited a monk to hold an undisclosed ritual.

Of course, this is just a rumor, no actual evidence, and the airport will not admit it anyway...

After leaving the airport, Qi Xiang arrived in Yueyang after another twists and turns.

It was late at night and in the vast Dongting Lake, the breeze was gentle, the lake surface was rippling, and the waves were rippling, crushing the bright moon in the lake, leaving behind a few silver lights.

"thump."

Suddenly, it seemed that someone couldn't figure it out and threw himself into the lake, splashing three feet of water.

Tourists who were rafting boats on the lake were naturally very shocked and quickly asked the boatman to check the situation. Some kind-hearted and kind people in ancient roads quickly put on life jackets and went directly to the water to salvage.

However, after taking advantage of the situation for a long time, no one was found.

Because at this time, Qi Xiang had returned to the secret space. As soon as he entered the familiar environment, his mind suddenly relaxed and his whole body collapsed. His eyes turned dark and he was unconscious.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qi Xiang just felt a chill on her face and woke up slowly.

He opened his eyes and looked confused.

At this moment, a cool water arrow fell on his face.

The skin was stimulated, which made him awake instantly. His body instinctively moved, and a stream of pain similar to cutting bones and flesh was transmitted to his central nervous system, which made him scream involuntarily.

At the same time, it seemed that he knew that his condition was not very good, and a water arrow flew over again.

However, this time, the water arrows did not shoot into his face, but exploded into the air, turning into subtle dew, landing silently.

The nectar was silent and penetrated through his skin. It was clear and cool, and it also had a little pain relief effect.

"who?"

Qi Xiang endured the pain and turned to look.

At this moment, the small and delicate black turtle crawled over next to him, with a high-spirited head, as if a little proud.

"So it's you."

Qi Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly, "Thank you."

The black turtle nodded spiritually, then turned his body clumsyly. He crawled a few steps in the secret space, and the body with a shell flashed slightly and disappeared in an instant.

Qi Xiang understood that this was the innate ability of the Black Turtle. Without any assistance, you can freely shuttle and exit between the secret space and Dongting Lake.

After a while, the disappearing black turtle came out again, and another big prawn was sucking in its mouth. It pulled the big prawn and slowly climbed to Qi Xiang's side, let go and threw it down, indicating...

"……Thanks!"

Qi Xiang was both ridiculous and moved, and she was also a little moved.

Since the birth of the Black Turtle and now, he has basically let himself go and has never been in charge.

It is rare that the black turtle still remembers him and cares for him...

Qi Xiang raised his hand hard and grabbed the shrimp, and then he wanted to squeeze the shrimp shell hard, but he found that his arm seemed to be ruined, soft like cotton wool, and could not exert any strength.

Moreover, when the arm moves, it moves the whole body, not only the muscles and bones of the arms, but also the body, including the internal organs, begin to rebel, with sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and mixed flavors.

At this time, Qi Xiang instinctively wanted to drive the power of his soul and calm his wounds. However, as soon as he thought, a very strong needle-stinging pain came from his brain, which made his body soft and he was about to faint.

After a while, he felt relieved and felt sad.

He remembered how he escaped from the Yun family battlefield. It was because the power of his soul burned and he barely activated the mysterious turtle shell, so he had the chance to escape in the chaos.

This is a sacrifice, and he sacrificed his life with the power of the soul.

Based on the principle of equivalent exchange, his situation is naturally very serious.

There is no need to mention the body's problems. Just after practicing hard for more than a year, the power of the soul that has been successfully completed in the night travel has also been waived in the air.

I also don’t know if there are any sequelae. For example, the sea of ​​consciousness is exhausted and I can no longer cultivate my mental power, and I lose the opportunity to become a mysterious cultivator again?

This is not a fool, because at this time, whether it is the mysterious turtle shell, the secret text of the water moon, or the ray of mirage, they all lost contact with him.

Qi Xiang was anxious and wanted to communicate repeatedly, but whenever he thought, the needle stinged, and the pain made his tears seem like a fountain, flowing in a gurgling manner.

"…This time, the fun is so great that there are endless troubles."

For a moment, Qi Xiang was a little discouraged and inevitably felt a little desperate.

"Is it really going to be over?"

Qi Xiang was unwilling to give up and forced himself to calm down. His eyes swam around and landed on a nearby suitcase. In an instant, he struggled, regardless of the broken muscles and bones in his body, crawled over and carefully opened the suitcase.
Chapter completed!