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"Pause for 60 breaths?" In front of the crystal wall of the spiritual hall, Hamel Dilong, Wang Tingyang, Ye Xiazhen, Wang Huiqiao, and Wutana all looked shocked.
"Can the life-and-death situation be suspended?" Wang Huiqiao, the youngest and the most carefree in speaking, quickly asked in surprise.
Hamel Dilong came back to his senses and nodded immediately: "Yes, in the first three levels, if you have excellent results, you may get such a reward. Presumably Feng'er won the first and second levels.
One person, therefore, has this right."
He began to worry in his heart. Wang Yuefeng had never used it in the previous levels, but now he used it. Obviously, the difficulty of this level had made Wang Yuefeng a little unable to cope.
"Can he figure it out?"
The same thought also lingered in the minds of Ye Xiazhen and Wang Huiqiao.
As the countdown continued, everyone held their breath involuntarily, but their hearts became even more anxious.
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This piece of sky silk was fifteen meters long. Wang Yuefeng raised the Samsara Green Light Sword without hesitation and used his wood spiritual power to cut the tough silk. In a flash of light, it was divided into two relatively even pieces.
Wang Yuefeng quickly picked out dozens of intact arrow clusters from the ground. In less than six breaths, he had divided the picked arrow clusters into three equal groups. The thickness allowed him to hold it tightly.
One group. Use the Samsara Blue Light Sword to cut off the arrowheads.
"Fortunately, the Samsara Green Light Sword is sharp enough, so far there is nothing it can't cut without stopping!"
The arrow body is only one meter long, and even two of them connected together are not enough, so Wang Yuefeng had to tie the three groups of arrow bodies he picked up with these two pieces of sky silk to form a single arrow with a diameter about the size of an egg.
A simple combination of long sticks nearly one and a half meters long. The group without arrows is in the center, and the two groups with arrows are on the left and right. The arrows point outward.
The countdown continues meticulously, with incomparable precision. Almost every sound sounds like a call to life. Fortunately, Wang Yuefeng has encountered several terrorist bombings in his previous life. He only regards it as a countdown to an explosion. Although his hand speed is very fast, it is not
It was still smooth and precise. There was no trace of panic or error at all because of this almost fatal countdown.
At this time, the comparison is about psychological quality!
This simple long stick was completed and there were still 10 breaths left. Wang Yuefeng held it tightly with both hands and gestured left and right. He felt that the weight and firmness were sufficient, so he moved his hands and feet a little, and waited vigilantly for the effect of the pause to disappear.
"Life or death, it's up to you!" He secretly clenched the arrow stick in his hand again, and decided that when he went out in the future, he would still have to find a similar long blade just in case he needed it.
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"5...4...3...2...1"
When the countdown in my ears reached zero, another round of arrow rain came whistling again.
Wang Yuefeng's eyes narrowed and he cheered up. He quickly played stick tricks around him.
In the past, this move was generally a performance move in modern China, but now it has become an excellent plan for Wang Yuefeng to survive the formation of thousands of arrows piercing the heart.
Let you have wind and rain in all directions, I just want it to be airtight!
Although Wang Yuefeng's stick skills can barely be called beginners, and the stick tricks he performs are far from the level of splashing water, but at this moment, the arrow rain used to deal with this all-round attack, combined with the wood spiritual power, is used to wrap the silk.
Jin and correct dodge advance and retreat are not a good way to save mental and physical energy and avoid damage at the same time!
At least, it's much less laborious than him using the Samsara Green Light Sword to cut off the tip of the arrow, while dragging his hand with silk to throw it back!
After suffering dozens of arrow clusters, ignoring the khaki brilliance blooming on his arms, and quickly becoming proficient in this dance stick method, Wang Yuefeng's arms danced faster, and this stick was hurriedly moved by him , an arrow stick made of long arrows and sky silk formed a flickering silver-white sword around him, like a pocket silver dragon that kept moving, turning as he kept changing directions. Come, roll, and block most of the sharp arrows shot from all directions...
Originally, the texture of the arrow shaft was not as strong as the arrowhead, but because the surface was wrapped with a layer of tough yet soft sky silk, it better cushioned the impact and was more durable.
"Persevere, you must persist!" The arms gradually became more sore from constantly swinging arrow sticks to resist the huge impacts from all directions, and the body had to move forward frequently because of the waves of huge impacts. , moved backward, right, and left, but Wang Yuefeng did not dare to relax at all, and kept alert to the rain of arrows that were constantly shooting at him from all directions.
Gradually, he had forgotten how many times he had been shot, how many times he had turned his direction, and how many times he had been blocked. He only knew that his tightly tied trousers had been pierced by sharp arrows that had narrowly missed him, leaving only a few pieces left. The thin strip of cloth looked like a beggar's costume; many sharp arrows had been inserted into the hair on the head, making it look as messy as an exploding hedgehog's head. The arms and wrists were even more intense due to high-frequency activities. Sore and heavy!
I don’t know how long it took, but just when Wang Yuefeng was dancing so ecstatically, suddenly, the expected impact did not appear again. His left hand, which was already a bit heavy and sore, suddenly became very relaxed, and a voice without any emotion sounded: "For a moment. The clock has arrived, and after ten breaths, the third level begins, the thought of life and death!"
Wang Yuefeng was stunned for a moment, and then he felt relieved. The breath he had been holding on for so long suddenly let out. His legs suddenly softened and he stumbled. He hurriedly used the arrow shaft to support his forward weight. Although he stood firm and did not fall down, However, my whole person felt a sense of fatigue and exhaustion that I couldn't shake off.
This nearly quarter of an hour of stick flower was actually several times more tiring than the previous battle with Bai Linjian and others for first place in the fifth level!
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"Great! Brother Feng has passed! Brother Feng has passed again!" When the big word "Guan" on the crystal wall also brightened, Wang Huiqiao, who had been staring at the crystal wall intently, said with emotion. Jumped up and screamed with joy: "I know, the 60 breaths paused in the middle must have made Brother Feng think of a way! I knew that Brother Feng is the most powerful, there must be no problem!"
Hameldilon and Utana were also very pleased.
That's a thousand arrows piercing the heart formation!
"I didn't expect this kid to survive! He is truly worthy of being a man who went through the misty forest alone and returned safely. This reaction, wisdom and adaptability are far beyond those of geniuses of the same age!"
It far exceeded their expectations!
Ye Xiazhen's beautiful eyes were filled with tears of relief, but she still asked worriedly: "Master Hamel, what is this last level?"
"This..." Hameldilong, with his eyebrows stretched out, took a closer look at the word "Guan", but he could only see a continuous stream of colored light flowing back and forth without any real objects. He frowned suddenly: "Old Wu, what do you think? ?”
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