The clothes on Zhen Kuai's shoulders were all torn to pieces, and the black metal arrow pierced his shoulders fiercely. Under the desperate resistance of the soul power in his body, it was not able to penetrate his body, and it only penetrated as deep as a knuckle.
However, the sharp use of soul power and the impact of this arrow made his whole body become extremely sour.
With a painful cry, he took half a step back and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
While Zhen Kuai coughed up a mouthful of blood, Zhantai Qiantang also coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The blood Zhen Kuai coughed up was bright red, but the blood Zhan Tai Qiantang coughed up was as thick and black as ink.
As he coughed out a mouthful of black blood, Zhantai Qian Tang Mobian's body shrank slightly, and the red chain in his hand was not as red as before.
After all, magic transformation is just a means to fully stimulate a practitioner's potential. Zhantai Qiantang knew that the time limit for his magic transformation had come, and extreme weakness would follow. However, Lin Xi's few arrows caused Zhen Kuai to be injured and cough up blood.
, but it gave him great confidence.
Weakness struck, but Zhantai Qiantang's eyes became brighter.
At this moment, he turned around and poured all the remaining power in his body into the chain in his hand.
The red chain in his hand, which had already begun to fade, suddenly shone brightly red, and a layer of real flames ignited on the surface of the chain and the long sword attached to it.
This extremely long chain no longer looked soft, but stretched straight, causing the chain and the long sword connected to it to instantly turn into an extremely long spear!
There was a fierce wind and fire on the official road.
The sword breaks!
Shield penetration!
The piano cracks!
At the moment when the spear was formed, the long sword as the tip of the spear had successively cut off the soul weapons in the hands of the three practitioners behind, penetrated the bodies of the three practitioners, and connected the bodies of the three practitioners.
It looks like a candied haws of apple and is worn on the body of the gun.
The long sword, as the tip of the spear, stabs straight towards the last Zhen Kuai!
Zhen Kuai's right shoulder was injured, but at this moment, he still slashed out with a knife, accurately hitting the long sword with terrifying heat, like piercing the flames of hell.
There was an explosion of "boom".
Zhen Kuai's body seemed to be blown up by a bomb that did not exist in this world. He flew back and was more than ten steps behind. When he was knocked back, he coughed up a mouthful of blood again and held the gun in his hand.
The long knife could no longer be held and fell from his hand.
All the flames outside Zhantai Qantang's body and on his chains turned into countless sparks and scattered in this blow, like a huge firework that was not seen in this world suddenly burst into bloom.
Under the flying sparks, Zhantai Qantang, who had exhausted all the soul power in his body, was possessed by extreme weakness. His body began to shrink incredibly sharply, as if it was leaking air, and returned to its original appearance.
He no longer looked like a devil who had walked out of hell, but like an extremely weak patient. His skin became very pale, and the pores all over his body were leaking sweat as thick and black as tar, which was thick and sticky.
all over his body.
He was no longer able to take action anymore, and he didn't even have the strength to pull his chains and sword out of the corpses of the three practitioners and turn around and leave.
…
Zhen quickly fell to the ground.
Most of his clothes were singed by Zhantai Qiantang's final blow, and his hair and eyebrows were also singed. In appearance, he was almost the same as Zhantai Qiantang.
But he still stood firm after all.
After all, his soul power has not been exhausted yet.
Until then, there was no movement from the Yunqin army at the rear, and he knew that now it was just a war between himself and the hidden archer.
…
Everyone's eyes were focused on the mound beside the official road.
Although Zhantai Qiantang was only more than twenty steps away from the edge of the official road, everyone could see that Zhantai Qiantang had reached his limit, and the archer had to show up if he wanted to save him.
Lin Xi walked out at this moment.
Everyone saw the hidden figure of this powerful archer for the first time.
In the eyes of everyone, Lin Xi, a powerful archer, was wearing a bloated cotton robe, and his face and even hair were wrapped in a black scarf. Not to mention the outline of his face, even his fatness and age could not be judged.
Gotta come out.
Zhen Kuai looked at Lin Xi walking out, her eyes resting on Lin Xi's hands.
What made his breathing pause for a moment was that he saw that Lin Xi's hands, apart from being a little pale, did not have any traces of damage caused by excessive use of soul power.
During his pause, Lin Xi had already begun to accelerate.
There seemed to be two powerful blowers suddenly appearing under his feet, pushing his body into the air. In just two steps, he crossed a distance of more than twenty steps and reached Zhantai Qiantang's side.
"Walk!"
Lin Xi rushed to Zhantai Qantang's side and just said one word in Zhantai Qantang's ear. Then, his hand fell on the chain in Zhantai Qantang's hand.
Zhantai Qantang's chains and long sword passed through the corpses of the three practitioners, flew back, and circled around him and Zhantai Qantang several times in an instant.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xi carried Zhantai Qiantang on his back and began to retreat with all his strength.
Zhen Kuai coughed lightly and coughed up blood again, and then he moved to catch up.
Lin Xi in front stepped on the wind and dust, like a violent galloping horse, while Zhen Kuai in the back spread her arms flat, her spine trembled, and a wave of air kept coming out from between her arms, like a crane clinging to the ground.
flyby.
In just a dozen breaths, Lin Xi and Zhen quickly crossed the mound beside the official road and disappeared from the sight of all Yunqin soldiers.
Zhen Kuai's cultivation level is far higher than that of Lin Xi. Compared with this pure speed, he is naturally faster than Lin Xi who is carrying a person. But for him, the further away from Yun Qin's army, the safer he is.
And although it was difficult for him to understand why Lin Xi could shoot so many arrows at such a speed without any damage to his hands, he was certain that Lin Xi was at the level of a national scholar.
In his opinion, Lin Xi's soul power should be very low.
Therefore, he did not rush to intercept Lin Xi, but followed Lin Xi closely, staying away from the official road where the battle took place.
Between chasing and escaping, Lin Xi and Zhen Kuai ran nearly ten miles faster than a galloping horse.
Even the cultivator, under such rapid running, gasped and gasped like a leather blower in a blacksmith shop. The two people's bodies were filled with heat, as if wrapped in a white cloud.
Zhen Kuai had already suffered internal injuries. As he continued to run down, he felt that his mouth was getting dryer and dryer, the smell of blood was permeating the air, and his lungs felt like there were more than ten cats stretching out their claws to scratch at him. It was indescribably uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a small river appeared in front, opposite was a large piece of farmland, and in the distance a small village could be vaguely seen, like an ink-wash landscape in the winter.
Lin Xi's feet slipped and her body suddenly stopped at the riverside.
Seeing such a scene, Zhen Kuai looked slightly happy, and intuitively felt that Lin Xi was about to run out of soul power and was about to fight for the last time.
However, at the next moment, his eyes, which had just seen joy, revealed shock and incomprehension.
He saw that Lin Xi's body lowered slightly, and then his feet exerted more force and jumped towards the other side of the river.
Lin Xi, who was carrying Zhantai Qiantang on his back, landed steadily in the slightly wet grass on the other side of the river, leaving two deep footprints. Then he exerted his strength again and ran forward at a faster speed than before.
In extreme shock and incomprehension, Zhen Kuai could no longer cherish his soul power. The two big muscles on his back shook continuously, his arms spread out, and his whole body seemed to have really turned into a flying crane. With a crash, he
The tip of his toes touched the calm river surface, causing a splash of water. In just a dozen breaths, he caught up with Lin Xi.
At this time, Zhen Kuai had no sword in his hand, but as soon as he got behind Lin Xi, without hesitation, he raised his left palm as a sword and slashed at Zhantai Qiantang and Lin Xi with one palm.
"Crack!" a sound.
The air crackled, Zhen Kuai used his hand as a knife, and his speed was not at all inferior to any of his previous swords.
However, the moment Zhen Kuai slashed out with his sword, an extremely dangerous aura rose in his heart.
In his perception, a sword tip appeared in front of his palm, and it was a sword tip that had been imbued with soul power and began to flow with silver light.
Logically speaking, this is absolutely impossible, because the opponent's perception and reaction speed are absolutely impossible to be better than his, not to mention that he is the one who takes the initiative to attack. However, starting from the fact that the opponent's hands are not damaged, all this
It seems that it can no longer be described by common sense.
So at this moment, he groaned, paused his feet, and forced his body to move back. This bought him some time so that his sword could change its direction and not hit the tip of the sword.
superior.
However, as if it knew what he was thinking, the sword tip moved slightly, but it accurately appeared in front of his palm again.
Zhen Kuai could no longer make adjustments and had no choice. In a chill that penetrated his heart, his palm met the sharp sword tip. All the power in his body was given to him at once.
It burst out between the palms and fingers of this hand.
"boom!"
A ball of light appeared between him and Lin Xi.
A majestic force that Lin Xi could not resist filled the space between heaven and earth.
Lin Xi fell on her back.
The moment this powerful force burst out, he fell backwards and let go of the sword in his hand.
Therefore, in Zhen Kuai's perception, the long sword that would instantly pierce his palm actually had no power at all at this moment, and was just a dead object that had begun to fall naturally.
Because at the moment when this power exploded, Lin Xi and Zhantai Qiantang had already fallen less than a foot away from the ground, so he and Zhantai Qiantang had avoided most of Zhen Kuai's power.
Lin Xi's soul power also came out of her body generously at this time, gushing forward.
In the conflict between the two forces, the bodies of Lin Xi and Zhantai Qantang flew backwards like a skateboard.
Lin Xi let out a slight groan, and the corners of her mouth under the black scarf were bloodshot.
…
Zhen Kuai lowered her hands feebly and sat on the ground.
Between heaven and earth, after the loud noise just now, it became completely quiet. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the wind and the sound of blood flowing out of his arm.
After Lin Xi stopped sliding, she stood up quietly.
In the silence at this time, Zhantai Qiantang looked at Lin Xi with admiration and amazement.
The reason why Zhantai Mang chose him as his student and decided to pass the throne to him was not only because of Zhantai Qiantang's wisdom and character, but also because Zhantai Qiantang was an extremely talented practitioner that even Li Ku recognized.
After Li Ku met Zhantai Qiantang, he concluded that Zhantai Qiantang would be the second practitioner in Da Mang who had hope of reaching the realm of the Great Saint Master above the holy steps.
.
The first one, Li Ku is naturally talking about himself.
However, a practitioner like Zhantai Qiantang, who was recognized by Li Ku and felt that his future potential was only lower than his in the entire Da Mang, found it difficult to understand that Lin Xi could completely defeat Zhen Kuai so easily.
.
He looked at Lin Xi and suddenly smelled some bloody smell mixed in Lin Xi's violent breathing at this moment. He was even more surprised. Without asking who Lin Xi was, he couldn't help but whispered: "You just seriously injured me."
Heal?"
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