At a critical moment, life and death are imminent.
No one at the scene could block the arrow shot by Master Liu himself, not even the guild leaders of the 3rd or 4th stage of the heavenly tribulation in the guild of ten thousand people, there is absolutely no way to block the arrow.
But at this moment, everyone saw a beam of light.
A beam of very thin silver light suddenly hit the arrow's head.
By the time everyone realized it, the arrow had been deflected slightly by the impact, and flew out by brushing Xiang Nan's left arm.
In the blink of an eye, Xiang Nan's left arm turned into mist and disappeared with the wind, as if it had been evaporated.
"In the end..." The audience was shocked.
Before he finished speaking, he heard a burst of extremely dense voices.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding!
"This... escaped?" The audience exclaimed loudly.
Setting Yang wondered, "What the hell? What kind of sound is this?"
Hei Lian said in a deep voice, "A needle."
Xiang Nan released the second silver needle he treasured. This needle was personally refined by King Chongfeng, the Eighth Heaven Tribulation. Used to resist arrows.
The power of the silver needle is still not as powerful as that of Liu Ye's arrow. This needle cannot destroy the arrow, and Xiang Nan has no intention of doing so.
He just let the silver needle hit the arrow, causing the arrow to deflect a little.
And the long series of crisp impact sounds were caused by the silver needle hitting the arrow nearly a hundred times in a row, but because the process was too fast, it was not until the arrow deflected and the silver needle was completely smashed into pieces. , the impact sound was passed into everyone's ears.
At this moment, the street capture the flag was pushed to the climax.
Countless people cheered.
No one knew how Xiang Nan did it. It was a miracle that he was able to resist Liu Ye's attack.
Xiang Nan flicked his neck, wrapped the durian flowers around his back, and jumped off the flagpole.
In the midst of everyone's attention, Xiang Nan's blood has already soaked Liu Hua's clothes.
He carried durian flowers on his back, how did he get here, and how did he go back.
There are countless corpses on Zuihua Street, Xiang Nan stepped on the corpses and walked back step by step with durian flowers on his back.
Quack quack...
There was the sound of a longbow being stretched.
The enraged Sixth Master drew his bow and arrow for the second time, aiming the arrow at Xiang Nan.
He wished he could kill this Xiang Nan immediately, he had never had such a strong killing intent towards a person before.
Just when he was about to violate his own rules, Xiang Nan said a word without looking back. This sentence made Master Liu decadent all of a sudden.
"It has ended."
Xiang Nan Road.
Yes, capture the flag is over. Xiang Nan completed the first capture the flag in the history of the City of Light and successfully rescued the person he wanted to save.
Liu Ye's second illegal arrow failed to shoot after all.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Xiang Nan walked staggeringly. He didn't know why he was still awake. He had suffered so many serious injuries. It stands to reason that he should have passed out completely, or even about to die.
But he was still moving forward, and he almost couldn't feel the existence of his own body. He felt that he was stepping on the ground and walking forward, as if he was stepping on cotton, weak and powerless.
But he didn't know how he could still hold on.
He wobbled several times and nearly fell several times, but every time his body tilted, he could barely readjust his posture and continue to move forward.
He walked very slowly, and everyone was worried, afraid that Xiang Nan would die suddenly in the next second.
And every stagger of Xiang Nan also affected everyone's heart.
It seems that the road to leave Zuihua Street with Liuhua on his back is much more difficult than when he came here.
"come on!"
I don't know who shouted such a voice.
Sixth Master's angry eyes suddenly stared at the person who shouted.
Maybe it's to vent the dissatisfaction in my heart, maybe it's to express the joy of the little people's counterattack against authority, or maybe it's because everyone has been suppressed for too long, and today they finally mustered up the courage to say no to authority.
For a while, the sound of cheering suddenly resounded.
"come on!"
"Come on, young man!"
No one cared anymore, and they were not afraid of being angered by the sixth master. They roared heart-piercingly at the top of their throats.
The whole audience was cheering and cheering, and even Liu Ye's angry eyes couldn't stop him.
The old man sitting on the street, with a smile on his face, drank a cup of tea lightly, without speaking.
Amidst the loud cheers and applause, Xiang Nan was shaking, but he came back firmly with Liu Hua on his back.
In front of Haotian Mirror, Xiang Nan twisted his neck and said, "Let's go home together."
The Haotian mirror carries the blue sky, the setting sun, and the black sickle, while Xiang Nan carries durian flowers on his back.
The five finally arrived at the intersection of Zuihua Street, Xiang Nan paused for a step, and nodded to the old man.
The old man also nodded to Xiang Nan.
gone.
Four people who came to walk the streets and pull up the flag, finally five people left.
The applause and cheers of the audience sounded like thunder.
Some are excited, some are excited, some are jealous, and some are angry.
But no matter what other people's feelings were, Xiang Nan never took it to heart, he only knew that he wanted to save the people he had to save, and he succeeded.
Zuihua Street has gradually moved away, but the applause and cheers are still like thunder, coming from behind non-stop.
Xiang Nan finally couldn't hold it anymore, he put the durian flower on the Haotian mirror, and slowly climbed up by himself.
The giant knife came back from afar with a buzzing sound, and stuck to Xiang Nan's back.
The Haotian mirror was also careful, and calmly took the five victorious returnees, and floated towards the city of the moon.
The five people were lying on the Haotian mirror, and the setting sun said weakly to Xiang Nan: "Look at you, you were beaten like a dead dog."
"Why aren't you?" Black Sickle said.
"Ha...hahahaha!" Xiang Nan suddenly laughed.
Following that, the other four also laughed.
The extremely tragic battle was finally over.
After returning to Moon City, Xiang Nan and the others rested for four days and four nights.
Recovery for recovery, rest for rest.
No matter what, this title can be regarded as breaking out.
The news of pulling out the flag in the streets, like wings, flew all over the five cities.
Some people added oil and vinegar to this story subjectively, and some people brought their own emotional color, trying their best to make this story more exciting.
But then they gave up, and they found that no matter how they processed the story, the result was not as exciting as the truth itself.
Even in the process of walking down the street and raising the flag, every look of Xiang Nan's eyes is the finishing touch, which cannot be replaced.
If you add more color, it will appear too exaggerated, but if you add less color, it will feel too unsatisfactory.
It turns out that what is really worth savoring is not the story itself, but reality.
On the morning of the fifth day, Xiang Nan finally woke up.
He stretched his waist, and the injuries on his body have completely recovered.
Thinking back to the great battle five days ago, it was like a dream, not so real.
Even Xiang Nan himself can't remember some details of that time. He only knows that in the end, he just wanted to save Liuhua. What exactly did I do, what did I think at the time, when I think about it now, it is so vague.