Chapter 305 There is a pedestrian at the end of the road

In the face of countless silver arrows shot from mid-air, the senior sister standing by the stream and a sword were shocked in vain. However, even if these silver arrows seemed fierce and like arrow feathers, they were still condensed by the rain falling in the dark clouds, which were all condensed by Uncle Gu through the power of heaven and earth.

The rain did not stain their bodies before, and even when the back of a sword was damaged, there was no drop of rain deeply penetrated into his body. Therefore, when they looked at the arrow feathers condensed by the rain, they also thought that these illusory silver arrows could not break each other's defenses and stain each other. The body.

Sister Xiu's hands kept making prints and slowly floated up from the riverside with her body. The silver light was like a wall isolated from the world, and then evolved into a square shield up to two meters long and wide.

The rain kept hitting her square shield, bringing a refreshing beating sound. The sound sounded a little harsh, but it could never penetrate the tough shield, so that after a long time, these blows began to weaken, and the empty rain began to sparse.

Until the semi-empty turns into a clear world, clear and spotless.

Without the clear rain, the water vapor in the sky gradually dispersed, and the senior sister's hand-controlled shield saw that the square shield, which was big enough to cover his whole body, began to shrink rapidly.

The silver light when shrinking became more and more pure, pure like fresh air after the rain and sunshine, until half a beautiful lotus floated in the hands of the two senior sisters. The lotus slowly began to relax all the petals on her body, just like a dancer lifting the beautiful skirt tail when rotating.

A sword still stood beside the senior sister, with a wooden sword wrapped in a handkerchief. However, when all the silver arrows began to dissipate, his hands wrapped in white handkerchief began to tremble violently.

Half of his feet have stepped on the stream.

But he did not fall into the stream. Even if he was hit farther by the previous silver arrow, the silver arrow would only let it float comfortably on the stream and will not fall. Just as when he went to challenge his fourth brother, he had been walking on the lake where the two fought to the water was left, but he never walked around the lake.

A sword will not go around the lake, let alone take those extra roads.

He has been walking since he went down the mountain three years ago. He will only stop when he meets people who fight. When he defeats his opponents, he will lift his feet and leave, and then go down to the person he is looking for until he finds the person he should face and continue to fight.

So, after the sword calmed down his body, his right foot on the surface of the stream was gently raised, but when he raised his leg, it seemed extremely gentle, and even the clear stream had never been swept by it.

with a click!

The sound is not the sound of his footsteps as he walks, but more like a drop of water falling on the stream.

The sound of water was also very light, but in the heart of a sword, it was like a meteorite falling into his heart lake, stirring up countless splashes. He gently raised his right foot a small step forward, and his solemn face became paler. He looked down at his gentle right foot and saw a small one in his thigh. Blood hole.

The blood hole slowly overflowed with fishy blood, which was the blood in his body, which was extremely red and enchanting.

A sword rarely bleeds, once before, once in the palm, and once in the thigh again.

Because of the pain, he walked very slowly.

Because of the sound of water, he looked back at the stream that made the sound of water droplets.

Blood quietly fell from the blood hole on his thigh and hit a sound that clasped the heartstrings. A sword fell on the clear stream and saw the drops of crimson blood floating on the stream. Suddenly, a faint ripples lifted from the stream surface, and the drop still condensed together. The blood, but after this slight shaking, the blood quietly dispersed into countless red silk threads overflowing in the stream until it was completely diluted by the endless stream.

The blood color disappeared from the water.

A sword watched the blood flower disperse in the stream, but the anger in his heart did not dissipate to it. He trembled his hands, but consciously felt that there was a warm existence in his hand, as if a cup of warm water had fallen on his hand at this moment.

He withdrew his gaze on the surface of the stream, and then looked at his hands that were feeling strange. He saw the white handkerchief that was still wrapped, and then saw the handkerchief slowly turning into a deep color. The bright red blood stains overflowed from the cracks of the handkerchief and could not stop flowing to his real name. Up.

The hilt of the wooden sword was stained with warm blood, and then shook sharply, as if it had survived in an instant.

The wooden sword trembled in the hand of a sword, and the pain began to flow into his nerves. The pain seemed to blow up his head and then swallow it up.

Before, a sword and his senior sister faced the erosion of Uncle Gu's arrow feathers. The senior sister relied on the huge shield to resist all the silver arrows, and he relied on his huge sword to resist countless arrow feathers, but what surprised him was that when his sword intention was about to dissipate, he shot the last arrow in mid-air. Feather.

The arrow feather broke the sword he was about to dissipate, and then fell straight on his thigh. The sword felt a drop of water piercing his trousers and skin, and felt the pain, but Fortunately, the drop did not completely penetrate his thigh, but stopped moving forward soon after entering the flesh. Potential.

The injury on the skin and flesh is difficult to make a sword feel endless pain, and the reason why he raised his leg so gently is that the water drop is still in his thigh and contains the strong power of Uncle Gu.

A drop of water that integrates the power of the five realms of heaven and earth is not as simple as ordinary water droplets. Even if this drop of water stays in the leg of a great practitioner close to the five realms, it will cause countless pains to the great practitioner, and even walking one step is as if he is carrying endless pressure.

At this moment, a sword carries a lot of pressure, so big that he doesn't dare to walk by the stream. He can't imagine how much tremble his walking will cause the water droplets in his skin, and at the same time create how strong pain it will be for him. However, the blood-stained thing is trembling, as if to get out of his hand, and a sword is tight. Holding the wooden sword, he felt the countless forces from the wooden sword, and then couldn't help sitting on the ground.

He sat on the little grass left and couldn't help making a soft sound of friction. At this time, the senior sister beside him pushed out the silver lotus in his hand as if she heard the order.

Yinlian broke away from her sister's show and drew a very beautiful arc in mid-air. A sword watched the Yinlian slowly fly along the arc to the distance. She saw the indifferent middle-aged man in the distance, the small yellow mud road behind the middle-aged man, and the people walking on the small yellow mud road.

There are two people, walk side by side.

One person is collecting umbrellas, and one person is wearing a hat.

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