At this time, the star-like image in his hand was extremely powerful and powerful. The three people who came from Jiaodong County were all extraordinary seven-level masters, and they were existences that made Queen Zheng Xiu and the two prime ministers extremely afraid.
In a sense, even if they acted within certain rules, they were as fearful to these dignitaries as the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu and Bai Shanshui in those years.
Purely in terms of cultivation, these three people originally represented the most powerful force in Jiaodong County, surpassing Bai Shanshui and Zhao Si before the Lushan League.
Zheng Husha is the strongest among the three, even if Zheng Bainiao thinks that he is invincible in the same situation, he definitely does not list Zheng Husha among them.
Because in Zheng Bainiao's view, Zheng Husha is not a practitioner of the same realm as him, even if Zheng Husha has not completely broken through the realm and stepped into the eighth realm.
Some people practice different techniques and have different talents. The strength of their true essence and the amount of true essence accumulated in their bodies are completely different from those of normal practitioners.
Wang Jingmeng back then was one of them, and now Zheng Husha is also one of them.
Faced with the arrow just now, with his cultivation base, he can choose a simpler way, less loss of true energy, and less likely to hurt himself.
He needs Liwei.
He needs to make the entire Changling, especially the many practitioners who were ordered to assassinate him, fully see his strength in just a few short breaths. He didn't want those practitioners whose cultivation levels were too different from his to join the battle one after another. After all, there were too many ants to eat beetles that were countless times larger in size, so he had to adopt the most arrogant and domineering means to make those who were not dead soldiers Practitioners withdrew from this battle.
However, this is not the best result he wants to see.
The best result he wanted to see was that the secretly arranged giant would completely give up the idea of killing him after seeing the strength he displayed.
However, such a powerful archer came from Chu, and the power he drew was far beyond his imagination.
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The light on the pure gold ball in his hand quickly disappeared.
At the end of his line of sight in front of him, in the distance of the street shrouded in drizzle, clear footsteps sounded.
The sound of footsteps was very clear, and it could be clearly heard that it was just a person walking slowly, but it made all the houses in this street tremble.
Zheng Husha slightly parted his lips.
His brow furrowed deeply.
The tremors of the ground continuously spread into his body along his feet, and every tiny piece of flesh and blood in his body vibrated accordingly, affecting his heart veins with faint discomfort.
He needs slow breathing to break down the opponent's substantial pressure.
At this time, the sky darkened again.
The archer who made him dreaded shot again.
This time the arrow has a terrifying penetrating power. The arrow tip and shaft have a unique structure. The arrow tip is spinning freely at high speed, but the arrow body is extremely stable, and in the rapid flight, The runes on the arrow continuously attracted the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and every time it traveled a certain distance in the air, it caused a detonation of vitality. Every time it exploded, the arrow disappeared as if jumping in the air, and then suddenly appeared again.
Zheng Husha took a deep breath.
His left hand made an unusually simple throwing movement, and the metal ball he was holding exploded a spiral-like air wave in front of him, and then disappeared in an instant.
His previous demonstrations were not only aimed at the person who arranged the killing, but also sent a clear message to the arrow shooter: Since I am a swordsman, without using my natal sword, I can shoot with my hands alone. If I can hold your arrow, then I naturally have the ability not to kill you just because of the distance.
On a ridge far away from him, a tall and thin archer in green shirt was holding a dark blue longbow, and the bowstring was still vibrating at a very high frequency.
Zheng Husha had just finished throwing with his left hand, and the metal ball appeared in front of him with a bang. At this moment, the metal ball seemed to be frozen in the air, but the vitality that swayed around the metal ball was overflowing. The golden color is like a huge sunflower in full bloom.
The air facing the blue-clothed archer was forced to form a transparent long sword of vitality by the power that bloomed from the metal sphere, and the tip of the sword pierced his chest with incomparable precision.
The green-clothed archer looked at the Qi sword stabbing at his chest, and his pupils shrank sharply, but his complexion did not change at all. His tall and thin body looked extremely soft at this moment, a bit like a willow branch bent in the wind.
There was a sound from the canopy, and the dark blue longbow in his hand flew out somehow, and a force that he could not match fell on him, causing his body to fly backwards, smashing the roof hard, Fell into a broken wall and broken tiles.
The body of the green-shirted archer bounced like a bowstring, and he began to cough up blood, but he was still alive after all.
At this moment, the clear footsteps that continued to sound on the long street in front of Zheng Husha suddenly disappeared.
A figure seemed to have jumped directly from the sky, and the gust of wind around him directly formed a huge hole in the sky, blowing all the rain in the streets and alleys into the distance.
The previous arrow light made the already bleak light in the rain even more dim, but the arrival of this person at this time made the sky less covered and quickly brightened.
Zheng Husha raised his head high.
He quickly saw clearly the figure of this cultivator who came from a distance and seemed to have jumped directly from the sky at this moment.
"Fourth Uncle?"
His breathing stopped suddenly, but two words were squeezed out between his lips and teeth, like the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other.
This is an old man.
His face was so old that it was already full of wrinkles, and even had black spots that really represented the aging of practitioners.
However, the sword intent descending from the old man at this moment was as powerful as a punishment from heaven.
"It turned out to be one of our own people... After playing for a long time, it turned out to be a rebellion in the nest."
The corner of Zheng Husha's mouth showed self-mockery, and his right hand was also raised at this moment, holding it empty!
There was a loud bang.
The sky was golden.
A golden dragon horn appeared above Zheng Hushark.
The golden light rushed up like a waterfall, and the body of the old man who jumped from the sky was instantly bounced away, turning into a tiny shadow in the air.
"Dragon Horn Sword, you are indeed the strongest practitioner in Jiaodong County."
In the quiet palace, Zheng Xiu raised her head and looked at the golden light. With genuine admiration, she whispered coldly.
When her voice sounded, a pale star shone in the extremely high sky that even the practitioners in Jiaodong County could not perceive, and a thin spark fell down.
A faint vitality of heaven and earth was generated, and it poured into the mud of the ditches in this street at this moment.
In the mud of the ditch in this street, a flying sword lay quietly.
This handleless flying sword came from the beginning of this killing round, the nameless sword master who was killed by Zheng Husha at the beginning.
The flying sword sunk in the mud was very close to Zheng Husha at this time.
Just when Zheng Husha swung the golden dragon horn and chopped off the old man who fell in the sky with one blow, the thin and thin sword flew up, and landed on Zheng Husha's back instantly with an unimaginable speed , and then pierced through his chest.
With a snort.
A wave of air spurted out from Zheng Husha's chest along with blood mist.
Zheng Husha reacted intuitively, under the corner of the golden dragon, with a ding sound, the thin and thin sword was cut into many pieces, but at the same time, Zheng Husha gave a bitter smile and lowered his head.