The nine young master of the Du family said nothing, shot an arrow, and then hit a Moyun Silver Arrow.
Ye Xuan didn't care about the need for too much, so he raised the strength of the two secret paths of bodybuilding and divine power to the extreme, and tried his best to change his direction and leaped continuously.
Not to mention the demon shadows that are chasing behind him, these two second-level Moyun arrows alone are enough for him to bear. If they are shot by the Moyun arrows and the demon shadows in the death scroll, even if he has a hundred lives, it is not enough for the Ninth Young Master of the Du family to kill.
He cursed in his heart, and his body rotated to avoid the sharp arrow feathers behind him.
The young master of Du family sneered, and the second silver arrow in his hand had been shot out. He looked at Ye Xuan's dodging figure and sneered: "It's useless, this is not an ordinary Moyun arrow. After the spiritual power of my elder Du family, it will never stop if it doesn't hit you."
His voice was cold and sounded like a huge thunder thunder in Ye Xuan's ears. Could it be that I, Ye Xuan, really died in these 100,000 mountains today?
He had no other way, so he could only jump deep into the jungle without any life. But the Moyun sharp arrow behind him had already broken through the air, not giving him too much time to escape. The arrow was fast and powerful, as if a divine feather with extremely violent energy, landed on his back with extremely accurate accuracy.
boom!
The powerful arrow feather energy shattered his protective energy.
The situation is critical. If the Moyun arrow hits his heart, then his life will be explained. What should I do? His mind is lightning, Shenque Kongming, and the first move of the Wuming Initiation Fist appears in his sea of consciousness. The extremely fast mystery of the Initiation Fist suddenly flashes. What is this?
He was unable to understand for the time being, nor did he have time to think. He dominated his body with a magical feeling, and his feet instantly accelerated, which was several times faster than before.
It was this moment of acceleration that saved his heart from being severely damaged. The sharp arrow feathers broke through his extremely powerful body and went straight into the direction of the heart. However, affected by the sudden acceleration of his body, they did not shoot into the heart. They stopped in his flesh and bones, and were only a few millimeters away from shooting into his heart.
At this moment, the second Moyun Arrow had also shot into his body. Although it also shot into his back, it could not cause severe damage to him.
He endured the huge pain, carried two arrow feathers on his back, running like flying under his feet, immersed in a wonderful world of mind. This is the ultimate rapid mystery of the nameless enlightenment fist. Although he had no time to experience and comprehend it at this moment, it seemed that there was a strange door opening towards him.
The two Moyun Arrows did not shoot Ye Xuan to death, which surprised the Ninth Master of the Du family, but what shocked him the most was Ye Xuan's sudden speed. With Ye Xuan's speed at this moment, he knew that it would be almost impossible to think of Ye Xuan's life by the Death Scroll alone. As long as Ye Xuan survived for an hour, the threat to him by the Death Scroll would disappear.
"asshole!"
He cursed angrily, took out a scroll from his arms, and roared coldly: "Living sacrifice!"
His roar fell, and his left hand suddenly grabbed Han Yu who was beside him. Before Han Yu could react, his hand had penetrated his body like iron claws.
Han Yu roared in shock. He didn't expect his master to kill him suddenly. He stood there with surprise and fear on his face and asked angrily: "Mr. Jiu, what are you going to do?"
The young master of Du Jiaji sneered, and the scroll in his right hand unfolded in the wind. The scroll was blank and had nothing, but it exuded a trembling murderous aura.
"Give you a living sacrifice!"
Leng Sen's words fell, and he threw Han Yu towards the scroll. The scroll suddenly changed, and a bloody mouth opened and swallowed Han Yu directly. The sound of chewing that made people palpitations and trembled sounds sounded. The scroll returned to normal, but it exuded an extremely strong bloody aura.
He chanted a spell, "Great God of Death, please lend your disciples the power to kill the evil thief Ye Xuan!"
As the spell fell, his body rose and fell on the scroll, and he followed Ye Xuan with the previous death scroll.
At this moment, not only did his leap speed increase several times, but even the momentum of the death scroll became even more terrifying.
He was like a ghost, harnessing the shadow of death, and suddenly appeared behind him, making a cold laugh.
Ye Xuan did not realize all this. At this moment, Shenque Kongming was as bright as entering the state of selflessness, immersed in the artistic conception of extreme speed and running like flying. He was completely unaware of the coming attack.
The laughter of the young master of the Du family fell, and he made seals with his hands, muttering words: "The great God of Death, please give your disciples the strength to kill everything within a radius of ten feet!"
The sound of his spell was poured down, and the demonic shadow scattered with a strange aura of death suddenly turned into a huge black vortex. The aura of death swept through the space within a radius of ten feet, covering Ye Xuan in the center of the vortex.
"die!"
He shouted coldly, made seals with his hands again, and chanted a spell: "Great God of Death, this is the sacrifice offered to you by my disciple. Please stay away from this area, enter the deepest part of the 100,000 mountains, and enjoy it in the Purgatory of Death!"
After his words came to an end, the huge black whirlpool, ten feet in a radius, suddenly rose up from the ground and flew towards the deepest part of the 100,000 mountains.
After it flew up, the ten-foot-meter-a-meter-shaped space that had just been shrouded by him turned out to be lifeless, without a trace of green, and became a small desert.
"Ye Xuan, you shouldn't join the Moyun Sect. Otherwise, even if my stupid eleventh brother swears to kill you, I will not attack you. But your qualifications and talents make me tremble, and it actually makes Tianjiao like Zhao Ling'er feel moved for you. If you don't get rid of you, my status in the Moyun Sect will be affected in the future. Therefore, you must die!"
The young master of Du Jiajiu sneered, and after his words fell, he became extremely relaxed, as if he had been freed from an incomparable pain.
"The Moyun Sect in the future is mine, and Zhao Linger and the Saint who are as beautiful as a fairy are mine. And you, Ye Xuan, are just a passerby. Even if you have invincible talents and qualifications, you are still a passing cloud. From this moment on, you not only lose your life, but also become a villain who has been infamous for thousands of years. Hahahaha!"
He laughed wildly, his body rose like a ghost, and headed towards the Four Rivers Valley outside the 100,000 mountains.