I have to admit that as a magistrate, Changsun Luocang's practical experience is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary saint. His neck was twisted with infinite ingenuity. According to the flying trajectory of the snake-shaped black arrow at this time, it was impossible to hurt him at all. However, while he twisted his neck, time seemed to stop again. The black arrow drew a perfect arc and shot straight towards the fat white man.

The arrows should be slower and slower when they move away from the string, but the direction in the middle should be slower. However, the snake-shaped black line changes direction one after another, but the speed is faster and faster. In just a blink of an eye, it arrives in front of the fat white man.

"Be careful!" Yu Boqian exclaimed, and his heart that had just fallen to his throat suddenly rose.

The fat white man stared at the snake-shaped black arrow flying closer and closer, but he didn't move.

Could it be that he was frightened or was unable to dodge under serious injury? Yu Boqian's heart suddenly became cold. Unfortunately, it was still far from the fat white man, and the black arrow was too fast, so it was too late for him to save him.

Of course, the fat white man was not scared and was not powerless to dodge... Although his injuries were serious, he could do it after a little dodging. He didn't dodge because he didn't know where to hide. It seemed that he was looking for death wherever he went, but he was lying in place and staying motionless, which might be safer. Why do you have to lie down? Of course, it is to reduce the area and improve the survival rate as much as possible.

The fat white man was lucky, and it was indeed the wisest to lie in place and remain motionless. When he was only one finger wide from his forehead, he could even feel the coldness and hairs on his body standing upright, the snake-shaped black arrow suddenly stopped, and then raised it a few inches, circled a circle against his scalp, and flew towards Changsun Luocang at a faster speed.

Come again! Changsun Luocang didn't even twist his neck, but before he could even twist his neck, he saw the snake-shaped black arrow flying towards the vital points of his heart again. The speed was several times higher than before. The dangerous intuition also instantly increased to the peak, and he felt a chill all over his body.

If it were someone else, in this case, the cold arrow could only be allowed to penetrate the vital points of the heart vein. But is he someone else? Of course not, but one of the Eighteen Envoys of the Wuji Holy Heaven and one of the top powerhouses in the entire continent.

At the critical moment, Changsun Luocang's old waist bent back, and his whole body seemed to be folded in half.

The originally twisted waist and neck have not yet returned to their position, but now they are folded in half again. At this time, Changsun Luocang is twisted like a fried twist that has just been taken out of the pot, which is amazing.

Even Gu Fenghua and others admired this scene very much. They were worthy of being the envoys. If they were to change them, they would never have such a quick reaction when facing the arrow that was as fast as lightning and as fast as a meteor, and it would be even more impossible to twist their bodies like this.

The flying trajectory of the snake-shaped black arrow must be impossible to hurt him at all. Changsun Luocang's mouth raised slightly, and he was obviously quite satisfied with his reaction. But at this moment, the black arrow paused again, then drew a wonderful arc and floated past him.

What does this mean? I twisted myself into a mohua, and you actually ran away again. Aren't you fooling around? Changsun Luocang twisted the mohua, stared at his eyes, smiled stiffened, and an inexplicable loss surged in his heart.
Chapter completed!