Chapter 235, the spider temple

"Retire."
Shooting the moon tribe and the Lord to drink, from the cone battle, striding out, like a moving black iron tower, approaching the eagle hook nose zombie old man, one step three shots, one shot is four arrows .
This time, his arrows are no longer only pursuing anti-personality, becoming faster, more precise, sharper, and in line with the key to individual combat.
The bow is like a string.
One person and one bow shot the rain of the sky.
The old man with the hook-and-nose zombie walked away, and the palm of his hand continually shot, and the blue air was surging, like a wave of turbulent waves, freezing air, and the arrows that were shot, all frozen and smashed...
"kill!"
The shooting moon tribe is under the feet of the main force, and the figure is suddenly rising. The person is in the air, holding the long-shaped longbow with both hands, and twisting and pulling, the bowstring of the longbow is contracted, and the bow is divided into two in the middle. The giant longbow made two curved knives, one left and one right in the hand, and squatted down.
The warriors of the grasslands are not only amazing in shooting, but also in melee ability.
Eagle hook nose zombie old man, do not dare to neglect, a pair of palms, a virtual imaginary pull, palms, pull out a faint blue light, evolved to make a blue fine sword, left hand holding sword, wrist shake The rain of the sky is falling.
Really gasified.
With the innate instinct that has been cultivated, it has become a weapon. This is already a matter of at least transforming one's own body into a strong and innate instinct.
Hey!
This moment, as if a metal storm was rolled up, the glaring Mars sputtered, and the sound of the continuous blade of the blade swelled in the dark night sky.
Immediately, Mars will gather.
Shooting the moon tribe and the Lord's body, bursting with a little bit of blood.
His double knives didn't completely block the opponent's sword. For a moment, he had at least dozens of swords in his body, but fortunately, under his play, he was not afraid of death, but the sword wound only pierced the muscles. Did not hurt the bones.
For the grassland warriors, such injuries are nothing at all.
"Chong! Don't stop, I am entangled in this old dog."
The shooting moon tribe is less powerful, ignoring the injury on his own body, re-shaping the knife and light storm, and directly swept away toward the old man with the hook and nose zombies.
The other grassland warriors, with the young military division as the cone tip, continue to rush outward.
Their previous plans, as long as they rushed out of the Liufang Street of the church, they could join the reinforcements that had already been prepared, and then rushed out of Chang'an City. If they were blocked here for too long, they would wait until Changan City's districts were guarding the troops. Convergence, and then cooperate with the field army stationed outside the city, the grassland warriors will be even more stunned, and all will be buried here.
Therefore, there must be no delay.
"Hey, let me lie down."
The old man with the hook-and-nose zombie suddenly screamed coldly and took off the battle group. The whole body was condensed and suddenly swelled. The blue-sworded sword shimmered, and the sky suddenly flew up to the blue ice crystal snowflake. With his fine sword, Snowflakes turned into a huge blue dragon, and swallowed away toward the shooting moon tribe.
"Sirius is a month!"
Shooting the moon tribe, the master knows the key moment, and at the same time exerts the extreme tricks, double-knife and one-on-one, like a double moon, sinking in front of the body, the internal air is stirring, running with unique methods, the airflow is looming, there are vague The sound of wolverines on the prairie, the shadow of a silver wolf swallowing, is now behind.
"cut!"
He is drinking.
The swallowing silver wolf also leaped out and slammed toward the blue bone dragon.
Extremely aggressive against the extreme tricks.
Killing collision killing.
In the void, the airflow is reversed.
boom!
The violent explosions spread out in the void.
The swallowing silver wolf and the secluded blue dragon are almost simultaneously exploding, shattering, and turning into violent energy.
The shooting moon tribe is like a black iron sculpture. It stands in the same place, and it doesn't move. With its own strength, it is hard to regret this kind of impact, so as not to spread to other companions next to it, while the old man with the hook and nose zombie is three steps back. All the turbulent flow will be completely eliminated.
In contrast, the Shaoyue tribe is less powerful, obviously weaker than the old man with the hook and nose zombies.
Moreover, the killing is not gone.
In this turbulent stream, a chill came silently.
Freezing gas.
The shooting of the tribes of the moon was not observed for a while, and it was swayed by the coldness, and the body was cold, and the eyebrows were stiff. The mouth suddenly spurted a blood arrow, and the blood had not yet landed, and it became a red ice.
"Death."
The eagle hook nose zombie old man's body flashed, pulling out a residual image, a sword stabbed to the heart of the shooting tribe.
Nearly the frozen, the moon-raising tribe, the action is stiff, and the eyes can't escape. At this time, a touch of golden light flashes, and a golden bow, when the millennium comes, appears, blocking the sword.
It is the young smoked woman.
The Shaoyue tribe was rescued by the young military division.
"You take everyone away. I stopped him." [Yellow God bow] In the hand, the prairie female martial art attacked the old man with a hook-and-nose zombie, and it was a hand-raised, dozens of golden arrows, and the veneer shot.
The eagle-hooked zombie veteran is like a gusty wind, and flashes quickly, avoiding the frantic golden arrow.
However, the Valkyrie’s shooting is faster and the fire is like a dance. It’s like a bowstring. It’s like playing a string. The moon shines on the bowstring, like a flowing water, a frantic golden arrow. Instantly formed, like a shower, covering the body shape of the eagle hook nose zombie.
Hey.
The power of the bow was pushed to the extreme.
"Ah..." The old man with a hook-and-nose zombie suddenly screamed, his body slammed back, and a golden arrow on his shoulder was inserted into the body, but there was no blood flowing out. He looked pale and said: "This is the grassland sage of the past. Don't [My Heart Arrow], are you a descendant of Dazhe?"
The Qingyan Saints closed their mouths and the arrows burst.
"Don't think that I can't do anything about you. Your archery is not one-tenth of the past." The old man with a hook-and-nose zombie is furious and turns into a quiet airflow. His hands are in the treasure chest. A pair of bone sticks danced like a wind, crushing all the golden arrows that were shot.
"This bone stick is made by the old man's leg bones of a prairie celestial body..." The old man with the hook-and-nose zombie laughed. "If it is your [my heart and arrow] method, there is a grassland great philadelphia. One tenth, I also have no way to take you, but..."
Halfway through the words, suddenly, his look changed dramatically and looked toward the east side.
"Younger brother..." In his eyes, suddenly tears fell: "No, my brother, who killed you?"
He sensed that his brother, who is a brother, was killed in battle.
How is this possible, in Changan City, in addition to the number of those one or two people, who can break the iron wood magic?
"Ah..." He became a long wind, swept the night sky, and darted directly toward the east. He completely ignored the smokers and other women.
The smoked sacred goddess was loose, and the figure was slightly shaken, and a stream of blood poured out.
"His Royal Highness..." The two female wolves were so shocked that they quickly rushed over to hold her.
"No problem, just forcibly urging the bow, energy loss." She waved her hand, pale, and was caught in the Qin State, the gas was banned, hunger and thirst, physical strength decline, just for the enemy, forcibly motivated The bow of God was rebelled and not seriously injured.
"go."
The grassland military division drank.
Looking at the eagle hook nose zombie old man madly leaving, is a good opportunity to rush out, if hesitating, I am afraid that it is necessary to change.
The Qingyan Saints nodded and stepped forward.
However, she also looked at the East with great confusion.
Nether and blame talents are different, the strength is terrible, the iron wood magic is almost undead, and these years have also smashed the big name, the rumor was conquered by the Western Qin royal family, even if it is the existence of the peak of the predecessor, It is extremely difficult to kill them. Looking at what it was like, it was one of the two ghosts, and was killed?
Who is it that can do such a thing?
The grassland warrior crowd, like a gust of wind, rushed toward the exit of Liufang Street.
The garrison troops in the Dongcheng District, which was stationed at the exit, almost collapsed at the moment of contact.
Seeing that the exit is imminent, many wolf goddess warriors and soldiers of the shooting moon tribe have a happy smile on their faces.
However, at this time, the face of the blue smoke saint changed suddenly.
"Stop." She drank.
A few of the soldiers of the Moon Tribe did not react. The figure rushed out of the street. Suddenly, the body was like a branch cut by a sharp knife. It was silently broken and turned into pieces. It fell. On the ground, even a scream was not issued, and it was completely dead.
"what?"
"what happened?"
"It's a spider's silk... the gossamer of the prairie."
Young military divisions, shooting moon tribes and other masters, their faces changed greatly, and they stopped drinking other people.
The charge formation suddenly stopped.
The six most elite warriors of the Sheyue tribe, in front of everyone, turned into pieces of minced meat, including the weapons in their hands, as well as the clothes on their bodies, cut into invisible spider silks, cut out, miserable, body They have become irregular pieces.
On the face of the young lady of the smoke, the anger appeared.
"It is the person of the spider temple."
She said.
As soon as this was said, all the other grassland warriors changed their faces, as if they had encountered something extremely terrible.
"Alright, on that day, the people of the spider temple, ambushed us in secret..." The color of hatred in the eyes of the young lady of the smoke is hard to hide. She and the forty-six wolf goddess warriors are humiliated today. They are all given by the Temple of the Spider.
"How can the people of the Spider Temple appear here?"
The young military officer frowned.
"Oh, the old man is here, waiting for a long time." A skinny figure, wearing a green robe, coming out of the shadows, thin and thin, like a gnome, one person and one shadow, but blocked all the grassland warriors.
"Sure enough, you!"