Chu Liuyun sighed in his heart, instinctively holding a glimmer of hope for survival. He abandoned the distractions in his heart, waved the two swords in his hand, and resisted the rain of arrows with a desperate fortune from the fragrance of ancestors. The yellow light seemed to be competing for the brightness of the morning sun that had just broken through the sea of ​​clouds and soared into the clouds!

Dangdang, countless sounds sounded around him. In just a moment, hundreds of flying arrows were already shattered by his two swords. Zuxiang's arrows were not mixed with his cultivation. Because there was no need, according to Long Junchen's request, he wanted to let this swordsman in the world die in the most indecent way and make him exhausted. Who made this guy look unhappy and provoke the Grand Governor of the Sixth Department of the China State with the greatest temper and the most ill-tact!

The arrows shot fell on the blades of the two swords, turned into broken dry straw, and turned into pieces of broken wood chips. The remaining arrows piled up around Chu Liuyun, looking extremely sad. After all, the arrows were like rain, and even a complete umbrella could not stop the heavy rain, let alone the two swords that Chu Liuyun could not support alone. Therefore, under such dense shooting, some arrows shot through Chu Liuyun's already holey defense circle and pierced on him. However, these arrows were not as powerful as the three arrows before, and caused fatal damage to Chu Liuyun. But like boiling a frog in warm water, more and more wounds appeared on Chu Liuyun's body, and blood flowed down from the splash of flesh and blood.

Long Junchen, on the other side of the continent, was holding a book at this time. It was a heavenly book. The heavenly book exuded a strange fragrance that did not belong to the mortal world. This heavenly book no longer had the shape of a book, only some of the broken pieces left. It looked like some charred pieces, and it looked like sand and gravel that had been roasted by the sun for countless thousands of years. This was an internal method of cultivating the mind. It not only needs to cultivate the mind, but also needs to eliminate the ghosts and monsters in the heart. Long Junchen read, all the dust on the earth began to flow slowly. All the mud turned into an abyss that devoured everything. Even the light seemed to be swallowed. Long Junchen stood in the wind, looking at the two long swords that seemed to be blown out at any time. His long black hair fluttered gently, his expression was calm and solemn, as if the gods were in his control.

Zu Xiang was not in a hurry. He was absolutely sure that he could kill this world's number one swordsman here, who was already at the end of his strength.

His face was calm, but his hands were constantly on. The feather arrows in his hand were rigorously shot like a machine. The interval between each round was three seconds. While he was pulling the arrows, stretching the strings, and shooting them, he looked coldly at Chu Liuyun, who was struggling like a dying beast, and watching the swordsman who once had a glorious battle with the helpless rain of arrows in the evening of his life. He knew that although the other party broke a sword, he had a strong cultivation level after all. If he wanted to shoot to death from a distance, he needed patience and continued to consume it. As long as the breath in Chu Liuyun's body was a little ineffective, when the black arrow entered his body and the toxins broke out, it was Chu Liuyun's death. Zu Xiang would look at this guy and die miserably!

Zu Xiang kept shooting arrows coldly, and sweat gradually appeared on his arms. Chu Liuyun on the opposite side was howling like a stray dog. His handsome face seemed particularly ferocious because of his roar. He was already confused. He was no longer a sword-making sword formation with one move, but he kept wielding the two swords in his hand and struggling in the rain of arrows. However, no matter what, he was exhausted at that moment. So at this time, Chu Liuyun fought bravely in the rain of arrows, which seemed so sad and tragic. The former generation of swordsmen would have fallen into such a field.

Zu Xiang is also a master in the demigod realm, so the ruthless round shot is still continuing, without any trace of stopping. The broken arrows accumulated in Chu Liuyun's body are getting higher and higher, like a pile of straw, gradually passing through his calves. Chu Liuyun's clothes have been wet, sweaty, and there are some blood holes of all sizes on his body. The speed of his wielding the swords has slowed down. It is obvious that his cultivation is no longer as abundant as before, and his body is empty and there is no extra energy to mobilize.

At this moment, the sound of arrows as dense as spring rain disappeared, as if the string of the song was broken. Chu Liuyun couldn't believe his ears. He subconsciously waved his swords, but could not touch anything again, only hissing sounds made by collision with the air.

He swallowed with difficulty, and blood was stained in his throat. He raised his eyes in a daze. The rain of arrows, which was like a net of heaven and earth, covered his sight. He finally had the opportunity to look up at the resolutely cold and indifferent big bald head. At this moment, a scene that shocked Chu Liuyun happened. Zuxiang did not stop shooting, but changed to a yellow arrow. The arrow had black spots, which were obviously poisoned. Just as Chu Liuyun raised his eyes, he saw Zuxiang on the opposite side easily opened his middle finger, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the arrow on the string shot out!

Zu Xiang looked at the arrow of the string and felt a little moved, thinking, "Oh, if he decided to escape just now, it would be the last chance. Unfortunately, I gave him a chance, but he couldn't control it, so there was nothing I could do. Although I didn't want to watch a generation of masters fall, I could only do the orders of that little brother!

The next second, the overflowing yellow light appeared and disappeared, with a whoosh, not very luxurious and fancy. The entire forest, the entire Dafeng Mountain, and the entire world seemed to have quieted down at this moment. Chu Liuyun groaned, holding the feather arrow shot on his left shoulder in one hand, making a sound in his mouth, but the severe pain had made him unable to say anything. Blood flowed out along his palm, and the toxins began to numb his nerves, and his powerful cultivation gradually began to be frozen by the toxins.

Zu Xiang has never been a kind person. Chu Liuyun is a powerful man in the demigod realm. The vast aura in his body is naturally continuous. He doesn't believe that the latter will cough up blood so easily. So when Chu Liuyun showed weakness while secretly healing his wounds, Zu Xiang was already standing between the dead leaves with his feet one after another, raising the seemingly ordinary fragrant favor in his hand and aiming at the other party again. He just had a kind time. Now, he will not give Chu Liuyun any chance.

?When the right arm was forced, the bowstring was suddenly pulled apart, like a full moon. The tough bowstring was under great force and made a buzzing sound. The arrows began to shake slightly. The feather arrows on the string trembled slightly, and then quickly became calm, like a snake about to pop out. The next second, Zu Xiang's bald head lit up, and the two fingers of the right hand relaxed slightly. The bowstring bounced back with a buzzing sound. A feather arrow shot out like electricity, penetrated several fallen leaves and rushed straight to Chu Liuyun's chest.
Chapter completed!