Vol 5 Chapter 296: Northern emperor, the qi is the arrow

Yan Xi’s clothes suddenly bulged, and the burning air flow scattered from his body, bringing up the chaotic wind, sweeping a vortex of wind and forcing the sinister bow of the front. The power of the soul, naturally, will not lack the characteristics of "inflammation", burning, violent, powerful, time and time, both offensive and defensive. The burning air flowed to the Yan Bowuo with a seemingly slow degree, the air was chaotic, and the space was slightly distorted, highlighting the extreme power of this silent force.
After all, the Northern Emperor Sect was the Northern Emperor Sect. He was not moving, but only aerodynamic, but only one hand, the world can win the other, few and far between.
call……
It was a gust of wind blowing, different from the quiet wind of Yan Xi, this wind was cool and rapid, and it brought a burst of wind and whistle... The amazing scene suddenly appeared, and the undulating vortex flow was blown away by the wind, then One second, the one that has disappeared, even the burning, disappeared thoroughly, as if it never appeared.
The face that has always been calm and self-sufficient has finally changed. With Chu Jingtian and Lengya’s foresight, he didn’t look down on this deliberately provocative person because of his age. Therefore, before he attacked, he first tested it with
qi
...he I never dreamed of it, and his power of the soul of the soul was so smeared that it was wiped out. Moreover, the power from the other side brought him a weird feeling that seemed familiar and completely strange, a brief temptation, and a surprise in his heart.
And Yan Bowuo’s face showed a slight sneer. If the soul of the soul is pure, if you are familiar with the power of the soul, if you are able to control the power of the soul, the whole Tianchen continent, who else is better than him - own The most pure blood of the North Emperor's blood bow!
This only lasted for a few breaths of breathing time, let the three elders of the Northern Emperor Sect stunned, let those peerless masters stunned... The waves of the Yangtze River pushed forward waves. Those who are white and pale, and who have spent a lot of years, suddenly feel that they are old. A few young people have exposed in front of them a sharper edge than they have been polishing for decades. They are amazed, and they feel awkward, let these masters, the prestigious masters of the prestige, have no retreat. The meaning.
laugh!
With a soft bang, Yan Xi’s hand has already had a red soft sword. This soft sword is usually hidden in his belt, wrapped around his waist, and his appearance is difficult to see. This debut, anyone can see its extraordinary. And let him take the initiative to show the blade of very few shots, showing how much pressure the opponent has given him.
Yan Gongluo slowly extended his hands, and his body did not bring a blade. The website and his hands are a very powerful blade. However, if he does not take the edge, it does not mean that he will not use the blade.
"Three baby, then!" Yan broke a low drink, a long branch was smashed by him to Yan Bowuo. Yan Bowuo reached out and caught a mysterious smile on his face.
Yan Xi's face was black. Just when everyone thought that he would use this branch as a knives as a contempt for his opponent, he did a completely unexpected action... He clung to the branches, poured in the tyrannical power, let this The crunchy branches become hard as steel. Then, he pulled a silver singular thread from his sleeve and tried to bend the branch, bend it into an arc, and tie the thread to its ends.
When all this was done, his hands were awesome with a rough bow made of branches and silver. At the beginning of the Broken Soul, their bows were made like this, and they were already very skilled. This bow, which has just been made, even the children are too lazy to look at, has become his weapon against the war.
The bow is the weapon used by the Northern Emperor in the same year. The power of the blood of the Northern Emperor will also be maximized because of the bow. However, there is a very strict restriction. In order to use the strongest power of the soul on the "bow", you must have the blood of the Northern Emperor without impurities. Although the person who has the blood of the non-pure Northern Emperor can also practice the spirit of the soul, but can never grasp the essence of the spirit of the soul on the bow. However, since the split of the Northern Emperor Sects a hundred years ago, the true Northern Emperor was forced to break the soul, and no one can use the bow to release the strongest power of the soul, gradually began to be forgotten. After a hundred years, it has been forgotten. At least, although Yan Xizhen knows the bow of the Northern Emperor, he does not know that the weapon of the blood of the Northern Emperor is the bow.
"This is your blade?" Yan Xi's face was calm, and his eyes were constantly shining with cold light. The use of this bow, which is not as good as a child's toy, is more ironic and contempt than his bare hands. Under his temper, he only sneered.
"Not bad." He slowly lifted the bow in his hand and locked his gaze into a deep and deep sigh. He silently said: "Today... let this pseudo-Bei Emperor know what is the real soul. force!!"
He, Yan Gongluo, is the real Emperor of the North!
His hand was placed on the bowstring, and the food, the middle, and the unnamed three fingers simultaneously opened the bowstring against the Yanxi, and a huge airflow compressed to the extreme condensed between his fingers, when his three fingers were released. Everyone heard three whistling sounds that overlapped each other.
The turmoil of the three regiments rushed to the face, and Yan Yan’s eyes narrowed, and the body sank when he felt the danger. Suddenly, three violent winds whizzed past his head, and then brought three boring bangs. There are three dark holes in the hard mountain behind him.
A bow made of silver wire with branches, no arrows... It is such a bow, and under his hand, he has shot three arrows that are many times more horrible than the arrow.
The gas is the arrow, and once again they can’t believe what they saw, and the heart slammed again. It was not long before the Tianchen Magic Wu Conference began, and they were subjected to psychological shocks again and again. The more they began to sigh, the future of Tianchen mainland no longer belongs to them. It will be changed by these teenagers who have turned out to be born. Yu Jian is like a god, blood kills a konjac, and qi is an arrow... Today, they don’t know how many times they have to go through shocks, how many times are unbelievable.
Yan Bingluo’s hand was again swayed, and three smoldering arrows flew in. The just-small body’s Yan Xi’s smashed back and escaped, and his heart was inexplicably inexplicable. The bow is the most used ranged weapon. His attack distance is large, but its flaws are also very obvious: once it is not as free as a close weapon, it takes time to open the bowstring, it takes time to replace the arrow, and once it is close, there is no use. But the bow of Yan Bowuo's hand, as well as the "arrow", completely ignored these defects. Because he pulled the bowstring, but it was the time to move his finger. The gas arrow was evenly condensed in an instant, and it took almost no time, and it was not one but one.
Different from the "beep" sound of the air when the ordinary arrow flies, the "arrow" from the Yan Gongluo is a harsh "squeaky" sound, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
撩 finger, three arrows flying, rubbed Yan Yan's arm and passed, split his clothes into three long marks.
He said that it was three arrows flying, and the time that the body had just stabilized the body did not consider the time. In the ear, there was a whistling sound again. His head suddenly secreted a fine cold sweat.
The frequency is too fast, the degree is too fast... Going on, he can't even avoid it even if he avoids it!
A terrible gas arrow, if a god-level master releases this kind of gas arrow, who is his opponent in the world... And he, how is this done! !
At this time, he couldn't think of it. The only thing in the world that can rely on one of the most common bows to condense into an arrow, only the power of the soul... the most pure and pure power of the soul. Because the bow and arrow is the only weapon of the true blood of the Northern Emperor. Like a sword, it is the only weapon of the original blood of the Southern Emperor.
Oh...
Oh...
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The situation, with an astonishing one-sidedness, Yan Xun’s figure is very fast and violently shuttled through the deadly arrows. Although every look seems to hide very beautiful, it is really embarrassing, because all he can do is avoid It is like a prey that struggles to survive on the death line. When all consciousness and attention can only be used to avoid it, it is impossible for him to escape temporarily.
Oh...
Oh.........
Yan Bingluo’s hand was hesitant when judging the direction. How could the heart of the heart’s string collapsed, and how could it let go of this fleeting opportunity, in which the body suddenly rushed forward, the body Grabbing out a swaying white shadow, and slamming the bow, and the swell of the hot air has already gone before him, wanting to push Yan Bowuo, or ruin the bow in his hand. This bow made of temporary branches is undoubtedly a terrible killer in his eyes, and his eyes are touched.
Yan Xi’s breathe this opportunity, and he can start to approach at the same time in successive evasions. Yan Bingluo's eyes picked up, not only did not reveal a pity or disappointment, but slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, I do not know whether it does not care, or disdain. In the face of the violent waves released by Yan Xiyu, he did not feel it, and he ignored it. Facing his body, his fingers twitched the bowstring again. The difference is that this time it is not three fingers, but four fingers.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The four whistling arrows are no longer merged with the previous ones, but scattered, and they are shot at the front and rear of Yan Xiyu, respectively, when they touch the power of the soul released by Yan Xizhen. Then, as if wearing the arrow of the cloud, there is no barrier to wear, and the body is shot at Yan Xi's body, blocking his four avoidance directions. On the contrary, it was the balloon that was smashed like a smashed balloon, which quickly collapsed after the four arrows crossed.
In the face of Yan Gongluo, the use of the power of the soul of the soul is tantamount to the axe of the Banmen, and does not say that the Yanxi 茗 炎 诀 诀 诀 诀 逊 逊 逊 逊 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , There is no victory. This is the difference between miscellaneous and pure. The power of the mixed inflammatory soul will subconsciously surrender before the power of the pure inflammatory soul, and make a humble escape gesture. In contrast, if Yan Lingluo is dealing with a strength and Yan Xia, but people who practice other exercises, it will be relatively laborious.
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