Chapter 489 Bow!

"What's the matter!! How dare you not let us go!" The golden thread of the bat saint suddenly turned around and stared at Su Ming in mid-air, with a clear and slightly sharp voice.

"This is the nine holy worlds. My bat saint is one of the saints. There are hundreds of people in your little witch clan. Do you really want to be destroyed? And you, even if your cultivation is good, if you provoke my bat saint, you will definitely die!" The words of the golden thread people were gloomy, but when Su Ming saw it, he could see his fierce stubble at a glance.

With the sharp voice of the golden thread people, the bat saints around him were once again ferocious, staring at Su Ming with red eyes. Although they were afraid, they had to make such a picture at this moment.

"Mo... Elder Mo, let them go..." Nangong Hen hesitated for a moment and whispered to Su Ming.

Su Ming took a look at Nangonghen. Since everyone here does not want to kill too much, Su Ming, as an outsider, will naturally not participate too much. After asking him about what he wants to know, Su Ming still has something to do and will not stay here for a long time.

"It's your witch's knowledge!" The golden thread man was relieved, but he still snorted coldly. He concluded that the witch did not dare to provoke their bat saint too much, but he was very worried that Su Ming, who was terrible in his opinion, was about to leave quickly at this moment.

But at this time, the iron wood, who was supported by the clan, was originally in a coma, but he struggled to open his eyes and said hoarsely to Su Ming.

"Don't let them go!! How can those who kill our people be so let go! If Brother Mo hadn't come today, our family would have destroyed the whole family and died... This hatred is so great that it must be retribution!!"

"Can you? ..." Nangong Hen hesitated for a moment.

"What is it! Let them go, and they will thank us? They will no longer invade, and they will no longer hunt us as prey!! Nangong Hen, you are so mediocre!!

Brother Mo, Tie begs you to take action and kill all these bat saints without leaving them!!" Tiemu's struggling mouth was even more excited and angry. He spewed out a large mouthful of blood and gritted his teeth and was no longer unconscious. He was out of breath. His old face was even older at this moment, like an oil lamp that could be extinguished at any time.

"As long as Brother Mo helps us to comply with everything, we can even recognize Brother Mo as the master!!" The iron wood's face is a little ruddy at this moment. Obviously, it is the return of the light under the withered lamp.

The bat saint golden thread people in the sky suddenly changed their look and galloped away quickly without hesitation, and even the people around them had no time to pay attention to it.

"As you wish, but you don't have to recognize the Lord." Su Ming took a look at Tiemu. The old man's past with him came to his mind. These memories were a little vague, but now they are slowly clear.

When the old man is dying, he will not live long. Even if there is a panacea at this moment, it is difficult to keep his vitality, unless there is a candle like Su Ming.

Su Ming sighed. When he withdrew his eyes, he looked at the valley around him. His right hand raised the void and grabbed it. Immediately outside the cave in the valley, the bow in the hand of a war witch standing immediately flew out and was held by Su Ming.

With the dark bow, Su Ming took a step into the air. In the sky, he looked at the hundreds of saints who had scattered and fled rapidly in the distance. His eyes gradually became cold. He held the bow in his left hand and raised the bow string in his right hand. With a buzzing sound, he completely pulled the bow that needed to be opened by

With the opening of this bow, wisps of golden light scattered from Su Ming's body and condensed into a golden arrow. At the moment Su Ming loosened the bow string in his right hand, the golden light roared and set off a shocking ripple, like cutting through the long sky, and went straight to the distance. Several bat saints were directly penetrated by stabbing arrows and collapsed to death.

Su Ming did not stop. He opened the bow again, which attracted a lot of attention around him, especially those war witches, and their eyes showed fanaticism.

You should know that this bow can only be pulled away once in the witch. If you want to open it for a second time in a short time, the price will be extremely tragic.

But Su Ming is now twice in a row, and the process has not stagnated at all. It can be seen that the strength of his body has surpassed those war witches.

Second arrow, third arrow, fourth arrow, fifth arrow...

Su Ming stood there and pulled the bow and arrow again and again. The speed was so fast that in the end, the bow string was almost loosened and immediately pulled away by him again. The buzzing sound roared, the heaven and the earth roared, and a large number of ripples galloped in the sky.

One by one, every arrow will set off a roar, and several bat saints will scream and die. No matter how fast they escape, no matter how far they are at this moment, the arrows will go away, and with their shocking momentum, they will collapse a life today.

In the time of 30 breaths, Su Ming shot a total of more than 90 arrows, which made the sky distorted, making the roaring aftertwined and deafening, and even made those faraway bat saints tremble and scared their hearts. In their feelings, these thirty breaths were like being in hell, as if they had become prey. !

Every time there is a roar behind me, there will be a sad death of the same clan, and every buzzing echo is likely to be the last sound heard in this life.

This extreme fear is enough to make people completely collapse. In thirty breaths, the number of people they have escaped from hundreds, and at this moment there are only less than 20 people left!

This kind of fear made the rest of the bat saint tremble, making a sharp roar of fear, desperate to unfold at the fastest speed and escape crazily.

Until Su Ming opened the bow again, the bow broke with a bang, and it turned out that the bow could not withstand Su Ming's continuous use, so it broke up.

Those witches who looked around at Su Ming were stunned one by one at this moment. They knew very well the power of the bow, but the more clear it was, the more they were shocked by the scene they saw.

Especially those war witches, they look even more dull. They can't imagine what kind of power they need to make the bow unbearable and collapse.

Throwing away the broken bow, Su Ming took a step forward. With just one step, his figure disappeared in an instant. This disappearance is not because of the speed that people can't see clearly, but the real disappearance. This? ...Teleportation!

At the moment of disappearing, Su Ming's figure appeared in the distance outside the heaven and earth, in front of afu saint. The man of the bat saint did not notice the arrival of Su Ming at all. Even in his eyes, before he could reflect Su Ming's figure, Su Ming had already left.

While he left, the man of thefu saint rushed forward a few feet and opened his mouth wide. When he was puzzled, a blood hole appeared in the middle of his eyebrows, and his body went straight to the earth and fell away.

The same scene appeared in the sky one after another. Most of the scatteredfu saints were like this, and their lives had been taken before they realized it.

There was a purple line among them. Although he was aware of Su Ming's appearance, he could not avoid Su Ming's indifference and pressed the finger.

This finger, like the rules of heaven and earth, gave him a sense of fate that he could not get rid of when he appeared. As his eyes darkened, his head burst.

Su Ming withdrew his finger. This finger was nameless. It was his immortal world. After experiencing countless reincarnations and endless years, he sharpened his finger killing.

This finger contains the fusion of the immortal world. Although it is not Su Ming's own past and future, there are positive and negative!

At this moment, there are only two bat saints who are still fleeing crazily in this world, one is the golden thread bat clan, and the other is injured. I don't know what secret technique has been used. The speed of escape is comparable to that of the purple thread bat clan of the golden thread bat clan.

These two people are completely different in two directions, and the gap is extremely far. It only looks like a small point, but it is getting more and more blurred.

Su Ming looked calm. He looked down at the little snake with his head held high on his shoulder. He pointed to the purple line people in the distance. The little snake immediately hissed like lightning and rushed out of Su Ming's shoulder and went straight to the purple line people at an incredible speed.

Here, Su Ming looked at the golden thread people, and his eyes showed a trace of strangeness. In fact, if it hadn't been for the awakening of Tiemu, even if Nangonghen did not recommend completely killing thefu saint, Su Ming would secretly catch up with him.

"The appearance of this bat saint is very similar to the moon wing... Is there something wrong with it, and in the candle nine yin rest, the man I saw said the words of three generations of barbarian gods before his death... The moon wing was changed by the fire barbarian, and in my memory, the fire barbarian was extinguished by the

I just don't know if there is any connection in it. Su Ming's eyes flashed and disappeared in place.

In the sky, the golden thread of the bat saint, with a gloomy face and fear and fear in his eyes, he felt all the death of the clan, and once again strongly felt the horror of the man called Mosu.

"Damn it, how could you encounter such a horrible existence? Its physical strength can withstand the attack of more than a dozen purple lines. This degree of strength is far beyond what I can bear!

I'm afraid that even the elders of the clan can't do this!! What kind of skills does he practice? How can he do it to this level!!

His name is Mo Su. Looking at the appearance of those witches, they are familiar with this person, but most of the expressions of those witches are shocked. Thinking that this person is not so powerful in their memory, so what kind of creation did he get in these nine holy worlds and can become so horrible!

In the tenth month, maybe..." The golden-lined bat took a breath and thought of a possibility. A month ago, the tenth month of the sky opened a gap, as if someone had tore the gap there.

Thinking of this, the face of the golden thread bat family changed dramatically.

Calculation error, not 5 chapters, but 6 chapters. This chapter should be "injury. Sad... Please vote for comfort.