Long Junchen's words were like stones sinking into the sea without any response. The next second, the terrified whistles came back and looked at the uninvited guest who came out of nowhere. They had no time to think about why their companions did not shoot this guy outside.

A clanging sound of a spring-loaded machine, all the whistles aimed the crossbow arrows at Long Junchen in unison, and a series of subtle and crisp sounds sounded again in the rain. These sounds were more crisp than the sound of raindrops falling from the strings of the piano, and faster than the wild bees flying driven by the most mysterious psychic pirate.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff." The arrows were like flying feathers in the sky, and like a sharp net surrounding Long Junchen. The sharp sword energy could cut Long Junchen's skin from a distance.

Long Junchen stood in a horse stance with his feet. Although the Pangu axe in his hand was awkward, it was an ancient-level magic weapon. With a slight swing, it could bring up a golden qi. A series of golden images were like silkworm pupae that tightly wrapped Long Junchen. When the rain touched the golden qi, it was completely annihilated into powder. The crossbow arrows could not avoid the fate of being crushed. Clang, those arrows that were stickier than raindrops could not touch the slightest part of Long Junchen.

At the same time, in the darkness in the distance, there were a few muffled sounds, like the death knell of the god of death. A few black bullets quietly bloomed in the fine rain, like flowers in dawn, quietly exploded on the chests of those whistles, and a burst of blood mist burst out. The whistles had no time to react. They groaned one after another, and crossbow arrows hung weakly on the ground, their arms were limp on both sides, and their heads were tilted to the ground.

"It's true that his power is still as powerful as that back then. Ye Hu, your marksmanship is still so accurate. Is this considered to be stronger? Or an old horse in the stable, hahaha!" Long Junchen suddenly felt less pressure because of Ye Hu's help. He waved Pangu axe in a casual manner, while teasing Ye Hu, who only he knew the direction.

"Don't be stinky there, you're so old, I tell you, I'm much younger than you, really, if you're there, you're going to be yellow, believe it or not, I'll feed your butt with the hole!" Ye Hu squinted his eyes and hummed in discontently, but his hand pulling the trigger did not stop for a moment, and the muzzle kept spraying flames, and the whistles fell to the ground one after another like they were cut from leeks.

Long Junchen saw that people kept coming out of the manor. Although they were cannon fodder, their strength was not bad. The energy surrounding them looked like they were not ordinary thugs. It was just that they were in great trouble when they met Long Junchen.

However, what Long Junchen was a little puzzled was that he had never seen Qian Xie's figure, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. The next second, he bit his tongue and shook his whole body. He stepped on his feet and rushed towards the manor.

He rushed forward, but his hands kept moving, and his body rubbed against the ground and swept over. Pangu axe swung violently and vigorously, smashing all the crossbow arrows from all directions, making a low and sometimes sharp roar.

With the cover of Ye Hu behind him, Long Junchen quickly broke through the almost paper-like crossbow arrow defense line, split the steel gate with an axe, rolled in, and pulled into the manor.

However, the moment Long Junchen entered the manor, he was frozen by an extremely cold and cold force. He quickly circulated the dragon-patterned blood in his body and slowly forced out the domineering cold air that had been seeped into no reason. He raised his head and a white figure stood in the air, holding a white long sword in his hand. A white snowflake was actually jumping at the edge of the sword.

"Qianxie?" Although Long Junchen had fought with Qianxie, both sides had some concerns last time and did not use all their strength. This time, he felt the tremendous energy fluctuations around him and the murderous aura that seemed to solidify to the essence. Long Junchen knew that Qianxi was going to take action this time.

"You kid, it's pretty good. You can find this place, but it's good. I'll save you time to find you. It's not bad for you if you use it as your cemetery?" Qian Xie's dry and hoarse voice came out of his throat, which sounded particularly harsh.

Long Junchen smiled playfully, picked up the Pangu axe and pointed at Qianxie, dragged the playboy's unique long accent, and said teasingly: "Indeed, the land in this place is soft, and it's really comfortable for you to lie inside!"

Qian Xie did not answer Long Junchen's words, but just smiled coldly. Suddenly, the sword light flashed in his hand, and a black fog burst out from his body. In the black fog, black chains could be seen vaguely entangled around him, looking strange and inexplicable. Although Long Junchen didn't know what the method was, the powerful energy pressure still made him breathless.

The distant mountains in the eastern suburbs of the Yinhai Sea, where Qian Xie lives, a beautiful manor has now turned into a ruin, and the broken branches of crossbow arrows were filled with forests. On weekdays, the noble gold, silver and jadeware that represent the most noble are soaked in the dirty and smelly rain. No one dares to pick it up because there is no one anymore.

The night fox stood coldly on the trunk of a shrub tree, and the size of soybeans fell on her long dark hair. She took out a light blue handkerchief from her pants pocket behind her and wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth. There was no pride on her face. She was exhausted because of the continuous shooting. Her body was unstable. Her mouth was unconsciously bleeding out of her mouth, and she crawled on the trunk like she was a little exhausted.

The cool rain has been drizzling. The rain in late spring and early summer is not cool at all, but only the tide, making people want to go crazy. Moreover, the rain in summer is coming quickly and retreating late, and there are signs of increasing height, as if the real good show is just beginning to be staged.

A breeze blew, and a corner of the dark cloak was lifted, allowing Long Junchen to see clearly the true face of the terrorist leader. He was a middle-aged man with a simple face, perhaps an old man. His eyebrows were falling with long cheeks, his cheeks were slender, his eyebrows were gloomy, and his eyes were very wide apart. He looked like a heartless person with wrinkles on his face, as astringent and miserable as the old root of Coptis chinensis.
Chapter completed!