"A series of arrows!"
The silver light pierced through the air and disappeared in a flash.
Boom, boom!
The terrible collision sound turned into a storm that raged in all directions, and a big tree surrounded by three people broke down in the middle. Lu Heming's hands were like grinding discs, he raised and lowered them, blocking the chain of arrows.
When the trees crashed to the ground, Liu Wei'an opened his bow again, the bow was like a full moon, and the terrifying tension radiated the audience. For a moment, everyone was terrified, feeling like they were being watched by the god of death.
"Lianzhu Archery!"
Lu Heming had never seen such a terrifying arrow, a series of spurting arrows, like a silver band of light, was unbelievably long, 18 arrows, connected end to end, formed a line.
"Open the mountain!"
"level off hilltops!"
"Lift the mountain!"
…
The arrow was so fast that Lu Heming couldn't dodge it at all, so he had to block it hard. He has always believed that his "Moving Mountain Palm" is the hardest palm in the world, and it is not inferior to Shaolin Temple's "Vigorous Vajra Palm" and Taoism's "Duanyu Palm". Although he has not practiced to the highest level, he believes that, There is very little in the world that can break through the power of one's own palm. It was only today that I suddenly discovered that an arrow could pose such a huge threat to myself.
Before this, he never thought about it.
boom!
boom!
boom!
…
Lu Heming tried his best to block every arrow. Starting from the fifth arrow, his arms began to tremble. When the tenth arrow shattered, he took a step back, leaving a deep footprint on the ground. With the eleventh arrow, he took another step back, and after that he had to take a step back every time he took another arrow. When the fifteenth arrow turned into pieces all over the sky, his face turned red like a hot pot.
There was nothing within 20 meters around Lu Heming, and there was no one there. The energy generated by the collision between the 'Mountain Palm' and the arrow was so strong that no one dared to approach it, and the ground kept sinking. Compared with the surrounding ground, the place where Lu Heming stepped on sank by nearly half a meter, and the ground was flat. Go down.
The sixteenth arrow!
Wow-
Lu Heming couldn't bear it any longer, spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face turned white in an instant, without a trace of blood.
"Move the mountain!"
The arrow collided with the arrow, and all the indestructible power bombarded the fist. The energy contained in a small arrow is enough to destroy a hill. From 10 years ago, Lu Heming
If you have time to waste time on this kind of person, kill them directly.
After a cup of tea, the battle was over.
"Clean the battlefield, rest for ten minutes, and then set off for "Dragon Bird City"!" When Liu Weian spoke, he looked in the direction of "Dragon Bird City" which was more than 200 kilometers away. According to the time, Cheng Yifan should have already acted .
…
"Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce", Sky Prison.
The sky prison is heavily guarded, it is for outsiders, for insiders, especially our own people, such as Cheng Yifan, entering the sky prison is like going to your own home.
After Zhu Yunhai became the inspector, a quarter of the authority of the sky prison was opened to Zhu Yunhai. As one of Zhu Yunhai's most valued people, Cheng Yifan was unwilling to offend anyone. Therefore, Cheng Yifan asked to enter the prison to see his uncle, and when the people below saw him holding Zhu Yunhai's badge, they let him go without asking any further questions.
"uncle!"
The tormented and inhuman Cheng Hong vaguely heard someone calling him. It took him seven or eight seconds to distinguish whether he was dreaming or waking up. His blank eyes regained focus, and the figure in front of him gradually became clear. Shocking.
"Yifan!"
The trembling of the body caused the wound to tear, and the piercing pain made him almost groan, but he held back immediately and yelled in front of his nephew, he couldn't afford to lose face.
"What are you doing here?" Cheng Hong's voice was extremely hoarse, and his throat seemed to be on fire.
"Uncle, I want to tell you a few things, I hope you won't be too surprised!" Cheng Yifan didn't have a good impression of his uncle, but now that he was going to be used, the previous resentment was suppressed, but what kind of friendly tone did he want? That's impossible, so speaking is very blunt.
Cheng Hong was sensitively aware that his nephew was different from before, and he couldn't tell the difference for a while, but he could feel that Cheng Yifan had changed a lot.
"You all go down!" Cheng Yifan was about to speak when he suddenly frowned and said to the guards around him. The guard hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't dare to offend Cheng Yifan, so he went down obediently.
Cheng Hong was startled, and became inexplicably uneasy.
"Uncle, I killed Zhu Yunhai!" Cheng Yifan said.
"Oh! What—" Cheng Hong suddenly raised his head, tearing open the stuttering wound, blood dripping from his neck immediately, he didn't care, his face was full of shock and disbelief: "What did you say?"