The entire "Jingxian Bow" flashed with dazzling and complex runes and array diagrams, exuding a distant and ancient aura, which was extremely sharp.

A faint thrill came from this "shocking bow" and walked around one after another.

Invisibly, it seems like a hundred feet long blood dragon, with its teeth and claws spreading, and attacking you with the sound of dragon roars. The pressure of the higher creatures shook the soul!

"This sound is so terrible..."

Yun Yi showed fear on his face, but a pair of silver "Eyes of God" suddenly appeared in his mind. In an instant, these "Eyes of God" helped him overcome all fears, because there was no existence in the world that was more terrifying than it.

"Cruff--"

Under Huangfu Ba's accumulation of strength, the "Jingxian Bow" finally pulled into a large half circle.

And at this moment, his aura also surged to the peak.

The monks watching the battle around all felt a feeling of depression in their hearts.

It's like a starting point where it keeps inflating, reaching the critical point where it is about to explode.

This feeling of depression made many monks sweat coldly, and there seemed to be a thread hanging in their hearts.

"Hao!"

Huangfu Ba heard a loud shout that shocked the mountains and rivers, and the bows and arrows filled with magic power burst out in an instant, just like the Yellow River.

Bang-

The trembling sound of the bowstring was like a thunderbolt, directing the souls of the monks.

Suddenly, there were a large number of monks watching the battle around them, standing still one after another, as if they had lost their souls.

Bang-

This trembling sound that transcends common sense first came the "Qingfeng Arrow" and forced Zhang Heng to face.

Zhang Heng felt an invisible force entering his sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, trying to suppress the empty Yuanling.

This power is extremely powerful, far exceeding any soul attack that Zhang Heng has endured.

puff!

It seems that there is an iron thorn, among which Zhang Heng's Yuanling.

Zhang Heng was shocked.

However, Zhang Heng's Yuan Ling was ultimately very important, not comparable to ordinary Yuanying and combat Yuan Soul.

With the thrilling "black lightning" in the depths of the Yuanling, this thrilling soul attack was immediately resolved. Otherwise, even if Zhang Heng could be safe and sound under this strange soul impact, or a little mental damage would be slightly damaged, he would be taken advantage of the next "Qingfeng Arrow".

At this moment, Zhang Heng understood how the vulgar middle-aged monk was killed by Huangfu Ba with one arrow.

Moreover, when dealing with the vulgar middle-aged monk, Huangfu Ba simply had a single arrow and did not use his full strength.

And the power contained in the arrow dealing with Zhang Heng at this moment is at least three times that of the previous one!

Kill a monk in the early stage of fusion with one arrow.

So what about three times the power? Ordinary monks dare not even think about it.

call out--

When the attack that directed the soul entered Zhang Heng's sea of ​​consciousness, the "Qingfeng Arrow" was like a blue lightning bolt, reaching Zhang Heng's head.

Zhang Heng showed a solemn expression on his face and raised his hand.

"Does he want to take the arrow with his hands?"

Some monks didn't even have time to have this idea, so they heard a "ding" sound.

The winner has been decided!

The battle between the two was even a thousandth of a second, so how could they think about it?

Only monks with strong spiritual consciousness can capture the entire process of the battle between the two sides.

The moment the "Qingfeng Arrow" pressed into Zhang Heng, a silver lightning suddenly broke out from his hand, which just hit the blue lightning transformed by the "Qingfeng Arrow".

In the eyes of ordinary monks, two lightning bolts of silver and green were seen fighting each other in front of Zhang Heng.

With a crisp "click", the "cyan lightning" broke into two pieces, and the "silver lightning" disappeared from Zhang Heng's hand.

With a "ding", the "green feather arrow" broke into two pieces fell on the ground.

A magic weapon of spirituality was destroyed like this!

This is the first time that Zhang Heng has seen the magic weapon of spirituality being destroyed since he came to the "Zhou Dynasty".

"puff!"

After the magic weapon broke and fell to the ground, Zhang Heng's mouthful of blood was sprayed out, his face pale.

"Master!"

Xiuning and Yun Yi exclaimed and hurriedly ran forward.

"Master, are you okay?" Xiuning said with a worried look on her face.

Zhang Heng waved to them: I'm fine, you don't have to worry.

Yan Hongyu, who was standing in the distance, had a strange look on her face.

She had a special connection with Zhang Heng, but did not feel the serious trauma of her master's body.

But judging from Zhang Heng’s current appearance, he looks extremely injured?

"Master, he..."

Yan Hongyu suddenly realized, hurriedly ran forward and said heartbrokenly: "Master, don't die..."

Zhang Heng almost rolled his eyes, but he still admired the servant's intelligence.

"Don't worry... the master has suffered some minor injuries and will heal after decades of recuperation."

Zhang Heng's face was as pale as paper, and he was weak.

How many years have you been recuperating? Is this also called minor injuries?

Xiuning and Yun Yi were shocked and quickly helped Zhang Heng up, fearing that he would not stand steadily.

"I've taken your arrow..."

Zhang Heng stared at Huangfu Ba in the sky, and said slightly bitterly.

Huangfu Ba's face was also a little pale, and a few bloodstains spilled out of the corners of his mouth. It was obviously because the magic weapon was destroyed and his mind was damaged, but it was not serious.

The "Qingfeng Arrow" is just a low-grade spiritual magic weapon, and he still has two in his hand.

"If you win, I will fulfill my promise. From today on, you will be my distinguished guest of "Blue Star Island"."

Huangfu Ba's figure flashed, fell from the sky, came to Zhang Heng, held his hand, and said extremely seriously: "You are a respectable opponent. If you look down on me, Huangfu Ba, we will be a friend!"

After saying this, Huangfu Ba's face showed a look of anticipation.

It was the first time Huangfu Ba had such an impulse since he was born.

This may be the sorrow of a genius. It only took Huangfu Ba to practice from the Qi-ining stage to the fusion stage. He has had extremely strong combat talent since he was a child, and he practiced the most profound method.

Over time, among his peers, no one can walk one or two rounds in his hands. In addition, his special status has become increasingly alienated from his peers.

Zhang Heng was just a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, but he could take his full arrow and even cut off his magic weapon. His strength made him admire him.

In his heart, only the real elites deserve to be their own friends.

And Zhang Heng is obviously such an elite.

"Friend?" Zhang Heng looked weird. Two people who had just fought hard, are they going to become friends now?

The monks around him looked at Zhang with envy. What an honor is it to be a friend of the young island owner of "Blue Star Island". Moreover, this young island owner is not an incompetent playboy, but a powerful and loyal person.

"Wuwuwu... Let the master go back and recuperate..."

Yan Hongyu stopped and pulled Zhang Heng's sleeve and started crying.

"Ah, I forgot your injury with fellow Taoist." Huangfu Ba said embarrassedly: "Come on, you follow me into 'Blue Star Island'."

Zhang Heng glanced at Yan Hongyu next to him, and was very satisfied: What a smart and considerate maid! (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in.readnovel., more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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