A silver arrow shot straight from behind Ye Junlin, and there seemed to be a faint sound of thunder.
Ye Junlin only heard what sounded like a whistling sound beside his ears. Before he could think about it, he suddenly jumped to one side and dodged the hidden arrow.
"Ding!"
The silver arrow hit a wall, instantly leaving a huge crater.
Ye Junlin turned his head and looked behind him with cold eyes.
A middle-aged man in red brocade, holding a silver bow, stood behind Ye Junlin like a sculpture.
The middle-aged man looks very ordinary, so ordinary that there are almost no obvious features. Such a face will not be noticed by people even if it is wanted.
The middle-aged man's name is 'Murong Mingcheng', and he is a peak profound practitioner. He is the eldest son of the Ziyunhai sect leader 'Murong Yelun', the third elder of Ziyunhai, and is in charge of finance.
But for such an ordinary-looking person, he was extremely unwilling to be ordinary. Murong Mingcheng was famous for being "competitive" in Ziyunhai. He was like this when he was young, and he was like this after he was forty years old.
Among the five candidates for the twelfth generation leader of Ziyunhai, he is the most active.
Murong Mingcheng looked at Ye Junlin, as if a fierce light flashed in his eyes. Like a poisonous five-step snake, he wanted to swallow Ye Junlin in one bite.
"God is really helping me. If I kill you, my chances of winning will be even better." Murong Mingcheng said, and another silver arrow was attached to the silver bow in his hand, and there were two arrows attached to it.
Red runes.
"Explosive Fire Arrow!"
Murong Mingcheng shouted loudly, the bow string on his index finger suddenly loosened, and the silver arrow whizzed towards Ye Junlin.
"burst!"
The two red runes on the arrow suddenly exploded three meters away from Ye Junlin.
A raging fire suddenly ignited on the silver arrow. The arrow, flying like the wind, wrapped in this flame, arrived in front of Ye Junlin in an instant.
"Netherworld Xuanjia Jue!"
Ye Junlin gave a low shout, and the colorful profound energy in his body surged again. The mysterious energy continued to surround Ye Junlin's body, and finally formed a set of colorful armor, protecting Ye Junlin within it.
"boom!"
The flaming arrow hit Ye Junlin's armor and exploded instantly.
Smoke and dust filled the sky, blocking everyone's sight.
"You should be dead now, right?" Murong Mingcheng had a proud look on his face and turned to leave.
He is very confident in his attack.
In the thick smoke, a young man suddenly jumped up in anger. The young man was wearing colorful armor, with purple mist surging on his legs. He held a long sword tightly in his hand, like a long flaming dragon.
Cut it off instantly.
There was a hint of surprise on Murong Mingcheng's face, but the surprise was fleeting.
"It took a while!" Murong Mingcheng laughed, and a faint purple mist covered his whole body.
Ye Junlin's attack was very fierce and very fast, but such a rapid attack still missed the target.
Just when Ye Junlin's flaming giant sword was about to strike Murong Mingcheng's body, Murong Mingcheng suddenly disappeared on the spot.
"boom!"
The giant flaming sword struck the ground, instantly creating a huge pit. Angry flames were released from the 'Red Flame Sword', turning the surrounding area into a sea of fire.
"Damn it!" Ye Junlin yelled.
A thin purple mist appeared next to Jin Wu. Immediately afterwards, Murong Mingcheng's figure flashed out of the purple mist.
"Mr. Jin, are you okay?" Murong Mingcheng helped Jin Wu up and asked.
"Thanks to the timely arrival of the eldest son, otherwise I, an old man, would have been handed over here." Jin Wuhou said fearfully.
"I really can't keep this kid. If he becomes a direct disciple of 'Guan Ping', the consequences will be disastrous." Murong Mingcheng said, his expression suddenly became solemn.
"Eldest Young Master, I'm here to protect you, you come and kill him." Jin Wu said.
"Okay!" Murong Mingcheng was also unambiguous, and there were three more silver arrows in his hand.
I saw brown, yellow and blue runes on the three arrows.
Ye Junlin's expression became stern, his eyes were fixed on Murong Mingcheng, and he held the 'Red Flame Sword' in his hand tighter.
He seemed to have a little bit of fear.
"Jianyi, Po Feng!"
Ye Junlin swung out his sword, then jumped up suddenly, slashing down at Murong Mingcheng with the flaming giant sword.
Warriors like Murong Mingcheng, who are good at using long-range weapons, are generally very weak in close combat. Therefore, as long as they fight in close combat, the probability of winning becomes very high, so Ye Junlin chose to fight with him in close combat.
But Ye Junlin ignored one thing. Warriors like this who are good at long-distance combat often practice an extremely high-end 'body technique' to evade the attacks of close combat warriors.
Just as the 'Breaking Wind Style' pushed forward in front of Murong Mingcheng like a red wave, the lavender mist enveloped Murong Mingcheng's body again.
The next moment, Murong Mingcheng and Jin Wu disappeared.
"boom!"
The 'Breaking Wind Style' finally hit a building. At that moment, the tall building collapsed and fire broke out.
"What a powerful mysterious skill! It can almost reach the 'high-level yellow level'." Murong Mingcheng's voice came from behind Ye Junlin.
Ye Junlin was shocked and turned around quickly.
A silver arrow wrapped with yellow runes, which was shot at an unknown time, came to him in an instant.
"Netherworld Xuanjia Jue!"
Ye Junlin gathered all the profound energy in his body onto the colorful mysterious armor, hoping to block Murong Mingcheng's attack.
"boom!"
The arrow hit the colorful black armor, only denting it a little, and then it fell to the ground with a "dinging" sound.
Ye Junlin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything was fine.
But at this moment, the arrow on the ground made a "crackling" sound.
Ye Junlin quickly lowered his head and looked, only to see countless tiny yellow thunders appearing on the silver arrow lying at his feet.
These tiny yellow thunderbolts are like sparks, instantly forming a prairie fire.
With a flash of light, the yellow runes suddenly exploded, and a huge thunder suddenly engulfed Ye Junlin.
A huge explosion occurred in the thunder, and Ye Junlin was blown away.
The colorful armor was damaged everywhere by the explosion, and tiny yellow thunder poured into Ye Junlin's body from these damaged areas.
Ye Junlin only felt numb all over his body, as if there were countless thunder dragons running around in his body, preventing him from mobilizing a trace of profound energy.
"boom!"
Ye Junlin flew more than ten meters in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.
"ah--"
Ye Junlin groaned in pain and struggled to stand up.