Jin Daoan sneered and said: "You master and servant have a deep relationship. The old man can't bear to separate you, so he specially ordered me to send you down to reunite with Long De. Hehe... But you don't need to thank me."
"Damn it!" When Hu Lie heard that Long De's life or death was uncertain, he was furious and roared. His whole body was like a sword and sword, and he rushed towards Jin Daoan.
"Avenge the prince!" Except for one of the palace guards who stayed motionless beside Leng Qianqiu, several others also started to move.
Those who can follow Long De are all masters among masters. Among these palace guards, the worst ones are also at the peak acquired level. A few of them rushed out like fierce tigers. [
However, what they were facing now was Hua Shikui's most proud Twelve Divine Shooters. In terms of cultivation, they may not be a match for the palace guards, but their movement skills and archery skills are extremely powerful.
As soon as several palace guards moved, the twelve divine "shooters" immediately divided into two waves. One wave of four people, together with Jin Daoan, surrounded Hu Lie. The other eight people were scattered like birds and beasts with this blast.
Several palace guards thought they were trying to escape, so they split up and pursued them without thinking. However, this time, he fell into the trap of the other party.
Several palace guards were drawn further and further apart by the eight sharpshooters. They were completely unable to care about each other and could only fight on their own. But the arrows shot by the eight gods are not restricted by space. Even if they are far apart from each other, their arrows can reach any place with just a look of communication, without hindering the mutual cooperation of the eight people at all. . In this way, the situation looked like they were fighting against each other. In fact, several palace guards were trapped in a passive situation of one against many.
A palace guard was trying his best to kill a magic "shooter". Unexpectedly, the magic "shooter"'s movements were very weird and mysterious, and he always kept a distance from him, making it impossible for him to get close. This guard was extremely upset. He exerted all his cultivation to the extreme.
Suddenly, the figure of the divine shooter slowed down for some unknown reason. Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the palace guard immediately rushed a few steps and finally was less than one step away from the divine shooter. far away place.
Faced with such a situation, the divine archer should have been panicked and confused, but unexpectedly, instead of showing any signs of shock, he calmly took up the bow and shot the arrow, which made the palace even more shocked. What the guards didn't understand was that the target of the divine shot was not him, but another palace guard who was dozens of steps away from them.
It has to be said that the archery skills of this god's "shooter" are not generally accurate. After hearing a sharp sound, the palace guard who was chasing another god "shooter" dozens of steps away did not even have a chance to dodge. If not, he was shot through the chest by a sharp arrow, a stream of blood burst out, and his life disappeared immediately.
Seeing that his comrade-in-arms was actually shot to death by his opponent, the palace guard's eyes were split and he was filled with hatred. With a cry of "Death!" the steel knife in his hand flashed with cold light and struck straight at the head of the divine shooter.
"Hehe..." The divine shooter did not dodge, but looked at the palace guards with a cold and sarcastic smile.
The light of the sword fell rapidly, and was about to hit Shen She's head. However, the light of the sword suddenly stopped at this moment. With a soft sound, the sharp arrow hit the heart of the palace guard. Ya suddenly revealed.
The palace guard turned around in shock and saw that on the other side, a divine archer quickly put away his long bow and jumped to the side without even looking at him, showing his distrust of his own archery skills. Strong confidence.
"You didn't die unjustly, hehe..." A cold laugh came to his ears. This was the last memory of the human world that this palace guard had.
Several palace guards with good cultivation skills lost their lives in a daze without even being able to "touch" the corners of the clothes of the Twelve Divine Shooters. All this fell into Leng Qianqiu's eyes, making him open his mouth in shock.
As the palace guards fell one after another, Hu Lie's situation became extremely difficult. Jin Daoan's cultivation level was not inferior to that of Hu Lie's, and with the four divine "shooters" who were able to communicate with the gods with arrows, Hu Lie had no choice but to resist. And as more and more marksmen joined in, Hu Lie became even more difficult to move forward.
A sharp sound came from behind him, and Hu Lie knew that the fatal arrow was coming again without looking back. The body suddenly made a ninety-degree right-angle turn. Although it avoided the sharp arrow, it hit the muzzle of Jin Daoan's gun.
Jin Daoan had been preparing for it for a long time. When he saw Hu Lie coming towards him, he slapped his palm without thinking. No matter how calm and steady Hu Lie was, there was nothing he could do about it. The whole person flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, and several bloody arrows were sprayed in the air. The injury was serious.
Jin Daoan is not a kind-hearted person. How can he let him go when he sees that he has gained power? The figure then rose up, and before Hu Lie's figure landed, the second palm wielder's more powerful inner energy struck Hu Lie's chest. If this palm was really struck by him, Hu Lie would probably die even if he had nine lives.
Leng Qianqiu's mood at this time can be described as anxious, ready to cry but without tears. These palace guards were all loyal and courageous people who had followed Long De for many years. Long De had always regarded them as brothers. Now they died here one by one. If Long De knew about it, he would be heartbroken. But now, even Hu Lie's life is hanging by a thread, and Leng Qianqiu hates that he is old and useless. [
As the saying goes, there is no perfect path for everyone, so Hu Lie is also a lucky star. At this critical moment of life, Qin Zongheng arrived.
As soon as he saw Leng Qianqiu and the corpses on the ground, he understood everything. Without a moment's hesitation, he flew forward, and the majestic momentum of the innate peak-level master spread out infinitely like the waves of a big ocean.
Jin Daoan, who was preparing to kill Hu Lie with a fierce smile on his face, suddenly felt a strong warning sign in his heart. Before he could understand what was going on, Qin Zongheng's violent palm force came first. With a rumbling roar, it hit Jin Daoan hard on the chest.
Under the bombardment of Qin Zongheng's tyrannical internal energy, all the tendons and even internal organs in Jin Daoan's body were severed. Before he could even cry out in pain or groan, Jin Daoan passed away to the west.
Qin Zongheng came suddenly, and his attack was like thunder and lightning. Not only did the twelve divine "shooters" have no chance to stop it, but they also had no courage to stop it. With just a blink of an eye, Jin Daoan had already turned into a corpse. corpse.
After killing Jin Daoan with one palm, Qin Zongheng reached out to catch the injured Hu Lie. After a few ups and downs, he came to Leng Qianqiu's side. His figure was clean and neat, showing off the elegance of a super master.
Leng Qianqiu blinked several times before he could see clearly what was happening. He looked up and saw Qin Zongheng. Although he was surprised, he didn't understand why Qin Zongheng and Hua Jiyuan were together, so he would be so cruel to the Hua family at this time. Even if Leng Qianqiu didn't know martial arts, he could feel the palm Qin Zongheng sent out just now. With this palm, Qin Zongheng was aiming for Jin Daoan's life.
Although Leng Qianqiu had many questions in his heart, this was not the time to ask questions. When the twelve divine archers saw Jin Daoan being killed, they immediately took their arrows and bows and aimed at Qin Zongheng.
Qin Zongheng sneered when he saw this, his face full of disdain. He said coldly, "How courageous! Do you think these children's toys are useful to me?"
The twelve gods didn't say anything when they shot, and the first arrow shot out. Another round of combined archery skills, just like the one against Hu Lie.
Qin Zongheng raised his white eyebrows, his body remained motionless, and when he saw the sharp arrow coming, he stretched out his right hand like lightning. The sharp arrow pierced the air very quickly, but Qin Zongheng's hand was faster. Just an arm's length away from Qin Zongheng, Qin Zongheng was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.
After the Twelve Gods became famous, they probably had never encountered such a situation, and at the same time they showed a look of astonishment. Qin Zongheng was unambiguous. He just paused slightly and threw the sharp arrow out with his backhand.
The twelve gods shoot arrows with their bows, but Qin Zongheng flings the arrows with his hands. Not only was the speed not slower than theirs, it was actually several times faster than theirs. This is the power of a super master in the peak innate realm.
There was no sharp whoosh, just a silent flash of lightning. The master archer who fired the arrow didn't even move before he was pierced through the heart by the arrow he shot and died.
The Twelve Gods were just shocked at first, but now they were frightened. They were all dumbfounded, frozen on the spot as if they had been tapped.
Qin Zongheng snorted and sneered, his figure rose up, and he approached the Twelve Divine Shooters in a snap. Only then did the sharpshooters wake up and hurriedly shot the arrows out one by one.
At the same time, Qin Zongheng's palms suddenly turned into claws, and with a suction from afar, the figures of the two divine shooters were uncontrollably sucked in front of him and turned into shields. Several puffing sounds were heard in succession. The two sharpshooters immediately turned into hedgehogs.
Under strong fear, the remaining Shenshe realized that they could not help Qin Zongheng at all, and began to want to escape. They used their proud body skills to move in all directions very smartly. At the same time, they flew out.
Qin Zongheng's expression remained unchanged, and his palms were aligned on the two sharpshooters who had turned into "hedgehogs" at the same time. The sharp arrows inserted into their bodies immediately retreated from their bodies due to the force. out. Before these sharp arrows could hit the ground, Qin Zongheng used his supreme internal strength to add to them, and with Qin Zongheng as the core, he shot out in all directions at the same time.
This time, the mysterious steps of the marksmen failed to save their lives. Almost in the same breath, the remaining nine marksmen were all pierced by sharp arrows and died. Die again.
After killing Jin Daoan and the Twelve Divine Shooters in anger, the anger in Qin Zongheng's heart was slightly calmed down. He glanced at the bodies of the guards from the Northern Xinjiang Palace on the ground, sighed secretly, and turned back to Leng Qianqiu...