Chapter 23 Archer Assassin King

There is a grave in my heart, burying the dead...

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"The thirty-third..."

This is a common idea in the hearts of everyone on the scene at this moment, and the object is the real swords with four flying swords fluttering in front of their long hair.

Thirty-three monks in the Yuanying period, including the advanced monks in the early stage of the Yuanying period, some old monks who have become famous for a hundred years, and there are several powerful monks from famous schools. However, even if the elders in this Tianlv School not only reach the peak of the Yuanying period, but also have one attack. Defending two high-level spiritual treasures, however, it was still defeated by the real sword and was killed on the spot. What's more desperate is that it only forced out the four flying swords of the real sword.

Don't forget that there are six flying swords behind the real sword, plus the flying sword that he has never stepped on under his feet, and the whole three flying swords have not been taken at all. Who can estimate what the backhand of the real sword is? Moreover, the real sword can come out with seven swords and set up a sword array, which is even more frightening to think about it.

Although Jian Zhenren is still the same faint appearance at the beginning, as if nothing can arouse his heart, but it is that kind of indifferent temperament, which sets off his spirit of looking at the world. He glanced at the audience peacefully and said faintly, "Who else?"

"Who else?" This faint word made it suddenly cold outside the venue.

At this moment, will anyone dare to block the sharpness of the real sword? The answer seemed to have been doomed for a long time. After a quarter of an hour, Jianzhen withdrew his eyes and glanced at the box shrouded in various lights on the stone platform at the top of the mountain peak. The things inside were the things that caused all these events. The legendary water dragon meteorite formed the most precious "water spirit beads".

"shabu-"

The real person moved slightly, and his body rushed to the light mask on the high platform. At the same time, the two flying swords behind him flew out of the scabbard at the same time, and the four flying swords flying in the air formed a cycle of intersecting the beginning and tail. At the same time, the flying sword under his feet gushed out gorgeous light, like lightning to the light mask on the high platform. Pounce away.

Seeing that the real sword is about to touch the light mask on the high platform, as long as he touches the light mask, the defense can't resist at all. In this way, all the monks here are in vain. To be honest, if the real sword really gets the water beads, I'm afraid that the monks present can no longer be the real sword.

However, there are always countless changes before the dust settles, such as at this moment.

At the moment when the real sword's hand was about to touch the light mask, a bloody arrow flew from afar. The speed was faster than a meteor and more powerful than flying fire. In the blink of an eye, it flew behind the real sword's real person, and it was about to pierce into the body. At this time, the real sword's hand was only far from the light. The cover is only one finger away.

The real sword has only two choices at this moment, either to use the flying sword next to resist the bloody light arrow, or to leave the vicinity of the light mask. Which one will he choose?

When I saw the light arrows flying behind the real sword, there was a sudden uproar outside the field. However, no one can understand how many monks are unhappy or gloating in these uproar. Perhaps, at this moment, the monks outside the field think most about fishing in troubled waters.

However, obviously, the real sword also considered this problem, because if he chooses to resist the light arrow with a flying sword, I'm afraid those monks standing outside the field because of his prestige will attack it in groups. Only when he leaves the vicinity of the light mask can he extinguish many outside the field. The greedy heart of the monk.

After all, although his cultivation is excellent, he is only a monk in the Yuanying period and has not yet entered the divine period, or even the monks in the transforming period dare not face the siege of dozens of Yuanying monks so calmly!

"sw--"

The flying sword under the real person's feet slid silently, leaving only a remnant of the real sword near the light mask that was hit by a bloody arrow and instantly turned into nothingness. The strange thing is that the light arrow also disappeared after hitting the shadow left by the real person of the sword.

The real sword stood in the void, his long hair swelled, and electric light came from his eyes. He stared around and said loudly, "Situ Lang, I know it's you. I didn't expect that you haven't seen it for thousands of years. You still haven't grown up..."

"Who is Situ Lang?" Many monks outside the field asked in a low voice to the monks beside them.

However, a long roar from outside the field solved everyone's confusion.

"Haha--" With this long roar, a black man in black tights appeared from the void outside the field, with a thin figure, but after seeing a huge black bow behind the other party, everyone shuddered.

And, what's more frightening is that the direction Situ Lang walked out is not in the direction where he just shot the bloody light arrow. In this way, this person is not only excellent, but also afraid that his accomplishment on this long bow is even more extreme. Think about it, under the slightest discovery of his own consciousness, the other party first flew The arrow sneaked. As a result, many monks on the field shuddered when they had just escaped and were trying their best to prepare for the other party's attack.

"Two bows and arrows, Situ Lang!" Jian Zhenren stared at the other party walking slowly in the air and said fiercely.

Situ Lang only smiled and whispered, "Jian Zhenren, don't be so angry? It's not that when you competed with that cow nose, I secretly attacked you, but I didn't have a hard time! Didn't he disappear after being injured by you?

"Wan--"

As soon as many monks outside the field heard Situ Lang's words, they were in an uproar. No one thought that the reason why the sword real person and the psychic master of the Tongtian Taoist school disappeared after the trial was actually because of this. So, I'm afraid that those who dared to wait for the benefits of the fisherman when the two tigers fight are not good!

"Two bows and arrows? Is this the king of assassins who crossed southern Xinjiang thousands of years ago? At this time, an old monk with white hair and white beard said to the people around him. When everyone was confused, the old monk slowly said, "You don't know that because you know that the deadline is approaching, your practice is slack, but the hobby of reading the previous classics is still retained, and I also learned about the king of assassins from an anecdote I bought from a Sanxiu's hand.

"Then tell us?" Many monks knew that the things in the field were no longer their business, so they turned their attention to exploring the privacy of these old monsters. After all, after such a big scene, it was also an excellent talk when talking to people in the future!

The old monk brushed his white beard and said leisurely, "Speaking of this king of assassins, no wonder everyone doesn't know. I'm afraid that the monks who know the existence of the other party are either the veteran elders of our major factions or those hermits. After all, even the monks who knew the other party thousands of years ago are rare! The king of assassins is also known as the double bow and arrow. His way of assassination is to combine long-range attacks with short-range attacks. In the distance, he uses bows and arrows to attack. Not only is it extremely fast, but also his consciousness can't be found after his bow and arrow is released. Think about it, for us monks, if the consciousness can't find the other party's attack, can't be at a loss?

"What? It's amazing that the attack can't be discovered by God!"

The old monk looked at the exclaimed people with satisfaction and continued to say slowly, "Yes, not only that, but rationally, he is also a sneak attacker and can't face the powerful monk at all. However, it is strange that when he is fighting close to people, the black long bow can be used as a strange weapon. To use it, many monks suffered losses in this place at the beginning. It's incredible!"

"Yes, yes!" Many monks echoed the words of the old monks, and at the same time pricked up their ears to inquire about more information as a future talk.

"The most powerful record of the king of assassins at the beginning was a sneak attack on a sect! At the beginning, there was an extremely prosperous sect called the Golden Body Gate in southern Xinjiang. All their sects were refined, and their physical defense was extremely strong. Ordinary spiritual treasures could not hurt each other. However, it was because a disciple who offended the king of assassins was actually mixed into the mountain protection array of his own sect. Lang killed five elders in the late Yuanying period by means of sneak attack, and finally killed the other party when he fought close to a peak monk of Yuanying period, the other party!"

"Wan--"

At this time, the monks around him were boiling, and even those Yuanying monks who disdained to come here to listen to gossip showed surprise. After all, none of them thought of each other's strength, which should be comparable to the real sword, but there is no need to be such a pervert!

In this way, if you can't kill the other party with one blow and escape by the other party, won't it be difficult to sleep and eat? Especially those monks with sects, I'm afraid they are the least willing to offend such people. They are not only extremely high in cultivation, but also good at sneak attacks. At this moment, Situ Lang has become an unattractable reputation of many sects. The person on the list.

Just as these monks marveled at Situ Lang's record, a little monk beside him shouted, "Look, Jian Zhenren and Situ Lang are talking!"

Hearing this, everyone hurriedly stopped paying attention to the old monks and turned their eyes to the two people on the scene, which made the old monk depressed for a while. These people are really powerful!

PS: Today's update, the old grass sent out earlier, and now I'm just in a mood. I have to cook later. Sad old men, especially those who are not married, hey...