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Chapter 1207

At this moment, on the stage.

Lu Chen stood with a sword in his hand, frightening the crowd by himself, forcing thousands of warriors to tremble and blame each other.

No one dares to stand out.

However, this kind of performance made Wu Hongda furious and angry.

"Hey! What are you afraid of? No matter how powerful he is, there is only one person. As long as you swarm him, you can hack him to death!"

Seeing no response from the warriors, Wu Hongda turned his attention to the leaders of the various sects and began to name them one by one: "Grandmaster Jiang, Deputy Leader Chen, Master Jie Xin, Leader Luo, Leader Feng...you guys...

As a martial arts leader, I should set an example and immediately lead my disciples to kill the murderer!"

"this......"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Xiuzhen and the others looked at each other, looking a little embarrassed.

If you shout slogans, they will have no problem.

But if you really want to go all out, you have to think carefully.

After all, if Lu Chen had the strength to kill Lei Wanjun, he could also threaten their lives.

Once the opponent is forced to jump over the wall, there is no chance that he will be trapped in it again.

The current situation is a bit embarrassing.

Ordinary warriors could not threaten Lu Chen, but the masters of various sects were very precious about their lives and were unwilling to lead the battle and die.

For a while, the situation became stagnant.

"What a rabble!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Hongda was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke.

As expected, people in the martial arts world are all scattered and completely unreliable. If it were the law enforcement team of the Zhenwu Division, no matter how strong the enemy was, they would execute orders without hesitation.

In the current situation, only if he takes action personally can the situation be completely resolved.

Thinking of this, Wu Hongda's eyes turned cold, and he bent his bow and arrow again.

The arrow made by Xuan Tie was aimed at Lu Chen's heart.

"Kakaka..."

Wu Hongda began to exert force slowly, and the strong bow bent and deformed little by little. The tight sound of the bowstring made people's scalp numb.

This is a special bow that weighs ten thousand pounds. Ordinary warriors cannot pull the bow string even if they use both hands and feet, but Wu Hongda directly pulled the strong bow into a full moon.

Its power is evident.

"Whoosh——!"

After accumulating power to the extreme, Wu Hongda released his fingers and the black arrows shot out like cannonballs.

With the force of breaking mountains and cracking the ground, it suddenly crashed into Lu Chen's chest.

The speed was so fast that one could barely see a blurry afterimage.

"What a powerful arrow!"

The pupils of all the masters shrank and they were a little unable to react.

No one expected that Wu Hongda would have such strength.

It is no exaggeration to say that under a surprise attack.

This arrow is enough to kill a powerful martial arts master!

As expected, all of the Zhenwu Division officers were extremely skilled.

"Whoa!"

Just as the arrow was about to hit its target, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and blocked Lu Chen.

Then he lazily stretched out his two fingers and easily caught Wu Hongda's shocking arrow.

Because the impact was too strong, the tail of the arrow swung wildly, like a fish swimming upstream.

However, in the fingers of the figure, no matter how hard the arrow struggled, it could not move forward at all.

"My archery skills are good, but my strength is a bit lacking."

The person who caught the arrow was an unkempt old man.

The old man was lame in one leg, blind in one eye, and had a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

The whole person looked slovenly, like a beggar.

"What?!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Hongda couldn't help but his eyelids twitched and his face looked horrified.

He used all his strength to shoot the arrow just now, and coupled with the sharpness of the black iron arrow, even Grandmaster Dzogchen did not dare to fight head-on.

He never dreamed that his strongest arrow would be caught by someone, and he would still hold it between two fingers.

Who is this old man?
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