"Ah!!" The screams of the guards made the city walls panic again.
Lu Zhixi never thought that Zhuge Xiaotian, who was fascinated by her own rosemary, would wake up again, and froze in place for a while, with a somewhat panicked expression on his face.
Li Zhenyu's panicked voice suddenly came from beside his ear, "Zhixi be careful!"
As soon as the words fell, Lu Zhixi felt a stench coming towards her face, and then a terrifying face full of red spots and blood stains appeared in front of her, opened her bloody mouth, and bit her snow-white neck.
Lu Zhixi turned pale with fright, panic made her let out a short scream, and immediately took out a crossbow without thinking.
This hand crossbow looks no different from the crossbows used by ordinary people, but it is forged from Tianxin wood that is more than hundreds of thousands of years old. .
Zhuge Feng recognized this [God Machine Crossbow] almost at the first sight. Almost everyone in Miluo Mainland knew that [God Machine Crossbow] was Lu Xuyang's life-saving weapon when he was young. After becoming famous, he left this treasure to his only daughter. .
The firing speed of the Divine Machine Crossbow is very fast, and besides being highly poisonous, the arrows can easily penetrate the warrior's protective cover, piercing through flesh and blood. Even a martial artist in the Nascent Soul Stage could be seriously injured if shot by the Divine Mechanism Crossbow, let alone Zhuge Xiaotian in the Pulse Condensation Stage.
As long as he is hit by the divine machine crossbow, he is almost certain to die when he is already seriously ill.
"Fairy Zhixi, show mercy!!" Zhuge Feng let out a horrified roar.
However, it was too late.
The sound of the divine machine crossbow piercing the air sounded, and the arrow flew towards the eyebrows of Zhuge Xiaotian who was close at hand.
"No!!" Zhuge Feng stared round, as if blood and tears were about to burst out.
His only son, his Xiaotian, would die like this in full view of everyone.
Suddenly, Zhuge Feng's frightened expression froze.
He stared stiffly at the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared in front of Zhuge Xiaotian for a long, long time, and then he felt a tight pain in his chest, only to realize that he was holding his breath.
The man in black and brocade robe had a stern and unparalleled face, his pair of star eyes seemed to contain the coldest frost in the world, and he looked at Lu Zhixi in front of him coldly.
And his hand, slender and white, with well-proportioned joints, was like carved from beautiful jade, but at this moment he was holding an arrow in his hand.
The magic crossbow arrow smeared with blood-sealed throat poison seemed to be the most ordinary iron stone between his fingers. With a light pinch of his fingers, the arrow suddenly shattered, and then turned into powder, one after another fall.
Zhuge Feng gasped, and couldn't believe his eyes.
Even if it is a martial artist in the Nascent Soul stage, it will be a lot of trouble to touch the arrows of this magic machine crossbow. But the handsome man in front of him seemed to be no more than twenty years old, why could he catch the magic crossbow lightly, and even crush the hundred thousand year-old Tianxin wood into powder.
Who is this man in black? !
However, Zhuge Feng's shock was only momentary, and his eyes soon fell on his son again.
At this time, Zhuge Xiaotian no longer opened his teeth and claws, and wanted to pounce on any living person to suck blood and bite flesh.
His body was still hesitating, but his breath gradually calmed down.
And standing next to him was the handsome and unparalleled young genius doctor—Xi Yue.