A crossbow is a bow, and its power is angry, so it is called a crossbow.
What the "Five Armor Ying Zheng" holds is the "Bound King" - the "Shocking Wind Crossbow". The crossbow arrows break through the air, tear the wind and thunder, and are invincible.
When Ning Kunlun saw the "Shocking Wind Crossbow", his face suddenly felt panic rising.
"Be careful with your Highness!"
Ning Kunlun shouted, and the black iron suppression rose into the sky with golden light.
"Shadow Barrier!"
The halberd waved rapidly, and the shadows of the halberd broke through the sky. The golden dark light gathered together and condensed into a golden barrier, covering Ye Junlin.
"Swoosh!"
"Five-Armor Ying Zheng" pulled the trigger, and the feather arrow flew across the air and roared in.
"boom!"
The feather arrow pierced the barrier and drove straight in, and its momentum was slightly reduced. Ning Kunlun held the halberd and stood up horizontally, and the halberd slashed heavily. A feather arrow engraved with the "two stars" was broken instantly.
A crack was cracked again on the ground, and the "Five-Armor Ying Zheng" shrugged and escaped.
Ning Kunlun breathed a sigh of relief, his dark face covered in sweat.
One hundred "Lin" characters are the Jingqi, scattered and protected Ye Junlin around, alerting to the surroundings.
Not far away, Wei Wuji, the "Sword Immortal", had already fought with Feng Wuhu.
The yellow-purple "Wind Thunder Sword" and the red "Fire Explosion Sword" are like two giant dragons, constantly intertwining and biting, and they are hard to part.
Wei Wuji did not do his best. In front of the juniors of "Sword Dao", it was a killer move, which was a very shameless thing. Wei Wuji was very proud and naturally cared about his own face.
Therefore, he disdains to do such face-saving things.
The sword moves with hundreds of tricks, and the breath of the five lakes becomes more and more disorderly.
Wei Wuji smiled and took his sword back to the sheath.
"Young man, you still need experience. Remember to say hello to your uncle when you go back." Wei Wuji turned around and turned back. Feng Wuhu closed his sword and smiled silly at the woman named "Cuihua".
"Cuihua" curled her lips and stared at the "Red Flame Sword" in Ye Junlin's hand.
Feng Wuhu looked lonely.
"Your Highness, can you give Wuji a face?" Wei Wuji bowed his hand, with a little apology in his words: "Can you please give this 'Red Flame Sword' to this 'Liujian Pavilion' sword servant."
Ye Junlin's face changed slightly, and he felt a little angry.
For swordsmen, swords are life, swords are dignity, and swords are the foundation of survival.
The "Chinyan Sword" accompanied Ye Junlin for several years and after a few storms, he is really "I can't do it"!
Wei Wuji smiled, but he didn't force it. He also felt that his request was a bit difficult.
Feng Wuhu pulled his sleeves and pulled his sword servant "Cuihua".
Cuihua stared at Feng Wuhu with a complicated expression. She looked like a hungry wife, looking at her husband who was returning empty-handed. Feng Wuhu was ashamed and turned around and left without any shame.
"etc!"
Ye Junlin suddenly roared, Feng Wuhu turned around with a surprise look on his face.
"The 'Chinyan Sword' can be given to you, but you have to give me a reason enough to take the sword." After Ye Junlin said that, he raised an eyebrow at Feng Wuhu. For some reason, he had a good impression of the silly and stupid master of Ren Jianzhu of the silly "Liujian Pavilion".
After hearing Ye Junlin's words, Feng Wuhu, who had already been happy, drooped his head again.
“It’s really useless.”
Cuihua curled her lips and muttered in a voice that only she could hear. She took a big step and stood in front of Fengwuhu.
"Your Highness of the King of Wei." Cuihua, who had always been above the top, bowed to Ye Junlin for the first time.
Ye Junlin looked "scared as if he was favored".
Cuihua spoke slowly and brought her family and the origin of the "Chinyan Sword".
A long time ago, the Great Zhou Dynasty had not yet been established, and the Qingxiao Spirit Realm was still in the period of "Seven Continents Autonomy". At that time, casting was underdeveloped, and the "half-Dao Vessel" was already the ultimate artifact.
The "Tianquan Kingdom" went through a lot of hardships and was fortunate to cast the "half-Dao Artifact" Chiyan Sword, so he regarded it as a "national treasure". Later, the Great Zhou Dynasty unified Qingxiao, and high-level weapons were cast one after another.
Due to the limitations of the level, the Red Flame Sword gradually declined and became lost later.
Time changes, time passes.
The Red Flame Sword has become a symbol of the country in the heart of every person who is an "Old Tianquan Kingdom". This green flower is the direct bloodline of the "Old Tianquan Kingdom" thousands of years ago.
With such an identity, how can she remain calm when she sees Chi Yan Sword again?
After listening to Cuihua's words, Ye Junlin sighed.
The country and country are no longer there, and the only sustenance is in front of you but cannot be obtained. If it were anyone, he would not be in a good mood.
Ye Junlin suddenly felt very sympathetic when he put his heart in his heart.
"Give it to you, I hope you take good care of it for me." Ye Junlin finally stroked the Red Flame Sword, like a lover in love, as pity as if he was parting in life and death.
With a throw, the Red Flame Sword fell steadily into Cuihua's hands.
The arrogant sword servant held the long sword in his hand, and tears fell like rain.
"Plop."
Cuihua knelt in front of Ye Junlin: "The great kindness of King Wei, Cuihua is unforgettable. I will write it today and I will return it to you tomorrow."
Feng Wuhu looked at Cuihua and knelt down in a daze: "I'm Feng Wuhu."
Ye Junlin laughed at it.
The two of them gradually drifted apart, and Wei Wuji looked at the teenager and felt a sense of favor in his heart.
Heroes cherish each other, gentlemen respect each other.
Ye Junlin's beauty as a gentleman was a gentleman, and Wei Wuji valued it.
"The King of Wei is great. Wuji admires it." Wei Wuji bowed to Ye Junlin for a long time.
Ye Junlin smiled and did not refuse: "I don't even have a sword now. Brother Wei, you must make sure I am not hurt by the 'bad guy'."
"This is natural." Wei Wuji showed a bright smile for the first time.
The heavy rain gradually faded, and the sky was still covered with dark clouds.
The frame ran through the muddy road and continued on the journey.
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Ten miles from the road, there is a tavern.
An old man was drinking alone. The old man was wearing a black dress, with white eyebrows, almost hanging down his mouth.
"Five Jia Ying Zheng" pushed the door and sat down straight, grabbed the chopsticks, and ate the dishes in big mouthfuls.
The old man raised his head and glanced at the rain all over the body of "Five-Armed Ying Zheng".
"Failed?"
"Yes." Ying Zheng lowered his head and responded.
"There are 'Sword Immortal' Wei Wuji, 'Ghost Talent' Li Ju, 'Great Talent' Ning Kunlun's harness team. If you can successfully assassinate, it would be strange." After the old man said that, he drank a glass of wine.
"Master, I don't understand." Ying Zheng threw the chopsticks on the ground and shouted: "That Ye Junlin has only a 'low-level Xuanwang' and has not practiced any 'peerless mysterious skills'. He is just a 'peerless fanatic who has no power to tie a chicken. How could such a person be my 'peerless enemy'?"
The old man smiled and didn't say anything. He put down his wine glass and picked up a mouthful of the dish...