Feng Jin's eyes tightened, and a beautiful picture reflected in her eyes.
On the east side of the crystal platform, Qingge jumped up, like a phoenix crying in the sky. In the air, Qingge held the bow in his left hand and pulled the string in his right hand.
The light bloomed at her fingertips. When she pulled the string apart, everyone seemed to hear the deafening sound of thunder that was shattering.
Qingge pulled the string to the extreme, and finally suddenly let go, and countless red lights rushed towards the colorful afterimages like meteors.
You'er's hand holding Liu Yan'er's sleeve trembled slightly, "Meteor Arrow, Master, she actually fired a meteor Arrow."
Liu Yan'er was shocked. She knew that You'er's meteor bow was not an ordinary weapon, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful.
"The letters written by my mother during her lifetime said that the meteor bow is strong when it meets strong, and when it meets weak, it is weak. The archer itself is not strong enough and has a shallow talent. The meteor bow is not as good as an ordinary bow in her hand. But if it is a person of good fortune, every arrow of the meteor bow is transformed from a meteor." You'er smiled bitterly, "In the past so many years, the meteor bow has been ruined by me, but fortunately it met the master."
But on that side, meteor arrows flew out and headed straight for Qicai.
The powerful arrows and the magnificent meteor lights, even the colorful ones feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
When the arrow was singing, her body floated in a crescent moon state in the air, her eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as picturesque and solemn, and a certain fanatical light flowed under her eyes.
The next moment, everyone saw Qingge's golden hairpin with his hair shattered, and his head was full of silver hair flew as it started to change with the end of his hair, like red ink smudged on rice paper until three thousand red hair rose in the wind. Qingge closed his eyes and felt the tranquility of the world, and her body was frozen in the air.
In an instant, Qingge opened her eyes, her red eyes dazzling and scarlet as red as blood.
He was obviously still in that look, but he was extremely graceful, with red lips and bright eyes, white teeth and snow-white.
Another meteor arrow shot out, pointing directly to the colorful eyebrows.
"Qiancai, you are too weak." Qingge said lightly, full of nobleness and nobleness, arrogant and elegant, just like the nine five emperors of the Dark Night Emperor dominating the world.
A strong sense of oppression hits everyone, every soul.
Qicai opened her eyes wide in shock, "Master...Master..."
The woman floating in the air, her long green gown floated. The moment her toes tapped the ground, her eyes were as dark as ink, and her red hair became silvery like a layer of snow.
The clear and cold eyes swept towards Qicai, and Qingge frowned.
She couldn't help but blurt out the words just now.
She looked down at the meteor bow, and a strong sense of crisis filled her heart and lungs.
"Seven Colorful Venerable!" The messenger of the Divine Realm walked towards Qicai with a worried face. Qicai collapsed to the ground, and his body became the body of a phoenix.
Under the colorful body, blood flows.
Seven Colorful waving its wings, and its bright and strong eyes stared at the messenger of the Divine Realm.
The messenger of the Divine Realm was stunned, his expression was dazed and full of disbelief.
After a long time, the messenger of the Divine Realm stood up straight and whispered loudly: "Ye Qingge, enter the bow gate, Wuji bow god!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent.
The wind passes silently.
Wuji...Bow God...
Most practitioners have dull expressions.
The reason why legends are called legends is because they do not belong to reality.
Now they heard the legendary Wuji and saw the style of a generation of bow gods.
Even if they don’t want to believe that a four-star person can become the Wuji bow god, they have to say that when the song sings and pulls the strings and arrows, their style is unattainable, and all the people should surrender to her feet. It is a sense of fear and awe derived from the depths of their souls.
Feng Jin looked at the woman in green on the crystal stage and saw the scene in her dream become a reality. Feng Jin felt a sense of powerlessness after a disaster, and her legs were shaking and weak, and she could no longer stand.
He knelt on the ground, and at this moment, his eyes were filled with tears, "Wuji bow god, looking at the only one in the heavenly realm, except for the people in the divine realm, only Wuji, who is the highest peak of the fifty-two sects, can be called a god."
Feng Jin stood up with the Roman pillars in the Divine Soldier Castle, tears falling like soybeans, and his face was covered with tears.
He was crazy, but no one dared to joke.
Feng Jin roared and shouted until his voice was hoarse, "What's wrong with the four-star people? What's the right to laugh at you here? When people in the middle plane start trampling on the lower plane, what's the right to complain about becoming slaves to practitioners of higher planes? So what if there is no true energy? You know that the princess lost dozens of true energy to save their friends, and you are not in awe, you still joke with the princess. Are you worthy of it? I'm just saying that the reason why everyone here is ordinary is that you deserve it. When the practitioners forget the true meaning of cultivation, when ridicule and ridicule are everywhere, why don't you live like a dog?"
"Did you see it now? Wuji bow god, this is the person you once ridiculed. The Zhenyuan Fantasy Palace and the Divine Soldier Fort are both supervised by the Divine Realm. Once is lucky, and the second is lucky. You only hate others for being favored by God, but you don't know that it is because you spend your time in this regard that you live so unbearable, live mediocre and comfort yourself with ordinary and preciousness. That is because you are incompetent."
Feng Jin is very oriented, and after a few words, it seems that he can defeat a million heroes.
He is like a crazy poet, crazy about the gorgeous and spiritual poems, and is proud of his writing.
Tens of thousands of people gathered in the Divine Soldier Fort, but none of them could refute Feng Jin's words.
They slowly shifted their gaze and looked at the calm woman.
She is the Wuji bow god, wearing the Phoenix Feather Medal unique to the divine realm, but she is not proud of her.
It seems that that is what it should be.
Miss Nine stood at the door, opened her mouth wide in surprise, and her chin seemed to be about to fall off.
Such a magnificent and beautiful picture is hard to see in a thousand years.
The teacup in Gillian's hand fell to the ground.
The bow she was proud of was broken at this moment like a joke.
"Wuji Bow God... am I crazy, or is this world crazy?" Miss Nine murmured to herself.
Lan Caier and Tan Ruhua were shocked, and then their face turned pale.
Do they want to be so unlucky?
Lan Cai'er pinched Tan Ruhua, and the two looked at each other and left with great understanding.
Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy.
They should not kneel down and kowtow to call grandma.
You'er was ready to beat his fingers and blocked the two girls' paths, "Did you have amnesia and forget what you said just now? The promises made by the two of you can hear clearly in the Divine Soldier Castle, including several elders. Why, do you want to break your promise? I think, with Young Master Feng's character, if the loser is him, he will definitely go to the toilet as promised, and you can't escape."
You'er smiled maliciously like a little devil, and her cute little tiger teeth appeared on both sides of her mouth.
Lan Caier's face turned pale.
Tan Ruhua's body trembled slightly.
"It's just a joke. Miss You'er must force the person to death?" Gillian recovered and lowered her voice.
"Who promised me just now? Miss Jiao, you are a sensible person, why are you as unbearable as them?" You'er put away her smile, her face full of viciousness.
Chapter completed!