A muffled groan sounded.

Several people were shot by sharp arrows and were injured, some of which were serious and minor.

This round of feather arrows came a bit suddenly, and everyone didn't even have time to take out the flying talisman to bless the speed.

"The Dharma is boundless!" Tang Luo gave the five people a blessing to ensure that three of the bad guys who were seriously injured had enough action.

You won't be shot to death by arrows next.

The other two are randomly selected.

Li Sui casually blocked the arrow in front of him and hid in a big rock next to him very cleverly.

Nan Taisheng treated the angry Zhu Qian as a meat shield.

Soon, the feather arrows stopped. Many arrows fell on the ground where Tang Luo and the others were, and some blood fell on the ground.

Maeda Hokage and others directly lost their combat effectiveness.

Leaning next to the stone, he said that he could still save him.

Li Sui was casually penetrated his arm by a feather arrow, and a feather arrow penetrated his shoulder. It was not seriously injured, but he had no combat power in a short period of time.

Zhang Xiuping was shot in the knee, but he was playing with a gun, just like sitting and lying down.

Tang Yuhan and Nan Taisheng were unscathed.

Tang Yuhan was holding Zhu Qian's Qianhong Sword in his hand. If you look closely, you will find that the extremely faint blood light is entangled on the blade.

That was Tang Yuhan's ability, the oath of blood.

You can wrap your blood and energy around a weapon. When attacking, you can absorb the enemy's qi and blood and turn it into your own use.

Nan Taisheng did not use any weapons, and he still had bare hands... but he was holding Zhu Qian in his hand.

To be precise, Zhu Qian's body was corpse without his eyes closed.

Just now, Nan Taisheng used Zhu Qian as his shield and blocked many arrows.

Zhu Qian was stabbed twenty arrows on his body, and some of them were at the critical point and were already dead.

Nan Taisheng did not let go of Zhu Qian. It doesn’t matter if a person dies, as long as he can still use it.

Zhu Qian's eyes widened, and he would never have thought of it before he died.

He did not die at the hands of Tang Luo and others, but inexplicably he was killed by his own people.

He is the young palace lord of the Heitian Divine Palace and the only heir. Are these people’s brains broken?

"Oh, I accidentally killed the young palace master. Do you idiots don't even look at it when shooting archers?"

A pretending voice came.

A group of people slowly walked out, and more than fifty people surrounded Tang Luo and the others.

Many people were holding bows and arrows, and the arrows behind them had already shot in the air.

The leader was a man dressed similarly to Zhu Qian. He looked young and had a malicious smile on his face.

The killers of the Black Heaven God Palace did not answer his words.

It was just silent, exuding a murderous aura, like a hunting wolf pack.

"There is no way, I made a mistake." The man looked at Tang Luo and the others and said, "I have to take your heads to see the palace master and let him do it."

Before he finished speaking, a fist in front of him continued to magnify, and the strong wind brought about blew his hair.

The man's eyes widened, and for the first time he felt that the speed of his proud body movement was too slow.

Ao Yulie punched the man in the face, his nose broke and sunken, and blood burst out.

His head was pulling his body and flew up, hitting the killer behind him.

Several people collided and fell heavily to the ground. The man in the lead only had the breath that was emitted but no more incoming.

"I thought he was a master..." Ao Yulie shook off the blood in his hand, grabbed the side suddenly, and grabbed a sharp sword that pierced into his hand.

One sword in hand and one "Dragon Claw" will make it easier to kill a powerful fish with one against ten.

"Huh!"

Sweeping away the killer in front of him, Ao Yulie paused and suddenly looked in the direction of Zhu Buwen.

Over there, blood flashed.

It can be seen that the big men carrying lounge chairs were already lying on the ground, their bodies shaped like mummies, and they were no longer as strong as they were in their lifetime.

All flesh and blood disappeared completely.

Tang Yuhan, who was keen on qi and blood, also looked over there, his face full of surprise.

She felt a large amount of qi and blood disappearing, as if water flowed into a bottomless pit.

"It hurts so much." Zhu Buwen's voice came.

A figure slowly stood up and could see granulations growing out of the wound on Zhu Buwen's chest.

With a simple movement of getting up, the terrible wound disappeared and completely recovered.

Zhu Buwen held the knife with the handguard in his right hand, which was a black lotus flower.

The scabbard is gone, and the same black blade is not curved, with three fingers wide, one side is sharpened, and a curve at the top.

Black flames leaped above.

There was no temperature at all, but a feeling of coldness came.

The blade touched the ground, and blood flowed around it, wrapped around it, turning into black flames.

Black Flame Demon Sword!

It appeared in the sight of the Jianghu people for the last time six years ago, but was nowhere to be found afterwards.

It is named after the black flame burning on the blade.
Chapter completed!