Lan Cai'er had no idea that Zhao Yuan behind him had turned into a ferocious beast, a beast that could attack and hurt people at any time.
Zhao Yuan was boiling with fighting spirit, and he needed to adjust his body to its best condition.
Just when Zhao Yuan's body was at its peak, his brain was extremely calm, and his eyes became as sharp as an eagle. He knew that he only had one chance, and that chance was fleeting...
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The sound of drums full of primitive wildness is getting closer and closer, and there are more and more armed guards around. Where the drums sound, several bonfires are burning, and the air is filled with the smell of strong alcohol and mutton.
fragrance.
Along the way, some soldiers looked in awe of Lan Cai'er.
On the way to the bonfire party, there are several checkpoints. Except for Lan Cai'er, who has a distinguished status and can carry weapons, some VIPs are not allowed to carry weapons.
Zhao Yuan had a long bow in his hand, but no one made trouble for Zhao Yuan because he had no arrow feathers - a bow without arrow feathers was just a decoration.
Close!
Getting closer!
Even though Zhao Yuan used "quiet" to control his thinking, his mood was still extremely excited.
At this time, Zhao Yuan was almost stuck behind Lan Cai'er, following every step.
Lan Cai'er seemed to be aware of Zhao Yuan's nervousness, thinking that Zhao Yuan was excited to see King Zuo Xian, and would turn around and smile at Zhao Yuan from time to time to express comfort.
Looking at Lan Cai'er's sweet smile, Zhao Yuan's heart sank inexplicably.
Feel sorry!
Zhao Yuan looked at that graceful back and sighed.
For the sake of peace, for the common people, and to avoid the destruction of all living beings, I have no choice but to sacrifice you...
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Zhao Yuan found excuses to convince himself.
"Zhao Yuan, we're here." Lan Cai'er stopped and held Zhao Yuan's hand.
"Um."
At this time, the two of them had reached the edge of the bonfire party. The monstrous flames soared into the sky, and the orange-red flames illuminated the grassland like daylight.
The security is extremely tight, it can be said that there are three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry.
Zhao Yuan's heart was beating violently, and a pair of sharp eyes searched the crowd.
Master Feng!
Hu Yansheng!
There is also a woman wearing a black outfit.
Master Feng and Hu Yansheng were sitting together and whispering, while the woman in black attire was looking in the direction of Zhao Yuan.
There was a black long bow beside the woman in black clothes. Zhao Yuan judged from this that she must be Lan Xin's fellow junior sister, the one who shot Lan Xin that night.
Zhao Yuan's eyes only paused for a moment and immediately searched for King Zuo Xian.
The position of King Zuoxian is very obvious.
At the top of the bonfire party, there is a middle-aged man wearing a golden crown. Although the man is just sitting cross-legged quietly, his shape is like a dragon and a tiger, and the expression between his eyebrows gives people a look of disdain.
The spirit of king.
There is no doubt that that person is King Zuoxian. Only someone who has been giving orders for a long time can have that kind of power.
Zhao Yuan's hand holding the long bow was almost sweating as he decided when to take action.
"Master..." a delicate voice shouted from afar.
Zhao Yuan suddenly thought that since the woman in black clothes was from the same school as Lan Xin, it meant that Lan Cai'er was her master.
No wonder she kept looking in this direction. It turned out that she was looking for Lan Cai'er.
not good!
Zhao Yuan suddenly broke into a cold sweat and was soaked to the skin.
The woman in black clothes was sitting beside Feng Guoshi and Hu Yansheng, and her shout would definitely attract their attention.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Zhao Yuan looked towards Master Feng and Hu Yansheng.
really!
When the Feng Guoshi and Hu Yansheng heard the woman in black clothes calling master, they immediately looked in the direction of Zhao Yuan. Although Zhao Yuan was standing behind Lan Cai'er, he was nearly a head taller than Lan Cai'er.
Coupled with his Daqin face, he stood out from the crowd and was immediately discovered.
Time seemed to freeze in an instant.
Feng Guoshi and Hu Yansheng both looked stunned. Obviously, they did not expect that Zhao Yuan would appear here.
Opportunities are fleeting.
"Monk!" Zhao Yuan shouted secretly.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Yuan took a step forward, opened his big hand, grabbed a cluster of arrow feathers from Lan Cai'er's arrow pot and pulled it out. Then, "Jing" combined with the art of Yi Arrow spread across the grassland, locking the target.
Bow and arrow...
The speed was so fast that no one expected that Zhao Yuan would burst out and hurt someone. When someone reacted, the arrow feathers turned into a black line in the air and shot towards Master Feng and Hu Yansheng.
The faces of Master Feng and Hu Yansheng suddenly changed color. They saw that there was an evil spirit attached to the sharp arrow. The arrow was in the air, and the evil spirit arrived first. In an instant, a fierce cold wind swept around Master Feng...
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Master Feng stood up suddenly, an invisible shield standing out of thin air.
There was a loud "Peng" sound.
The sharp arrow containing the spirit of martial arts hit the invisible giant shield, making an earth-shattering cracking sound.
Almost everyone's eyes fell in the direction of Master Feng, and no one noticed that Zhao Yuan had not finished shooting the arrows in his hand, and there were still three more.
Three sharp arrows shot out from the string, making no sound.
The art of shooting arrows!
It's a long story, but actually, the moment the three sharp arrows left the string, the series of arrow feathers that Zhao Yuan started shooting hit the invisible shield of the Chinese Master.
This time, the target of the three sharp arrows was not Master Feng.
King Zuoxian!
The three silent arrows drew a bright line in the void like ghosts. That line was beautiful, simple, and full of power. It made people amazed, fascinated by it, and moved by it...
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Seeing the sharp black arrow that was like a gentleman rushing towards him, King Zuo Xian's pupils dilated sharply. He had no time to think, because all his mind was focused on the direction of Feng Guoshi. He never thought in his dreams that he was the one.
The real goal.
Feng Guoshi and several masters around him were disturbed by the evil spirit of Monk Tianxin and cut off their ears and eyes. They knew that Zhao Yuan's target was not him at all. When he found out, he had no time to rescue and could only watch the three weapons.
The arrow was shot at King Zuo Xian.
A group of burly men behind King Zuo Xian reacted immediately, holding giant shields. However, they did not have the speed of arrows. The only thing they could do was to throw the giant shields in their hands at the three sharp steel arrows.
puff!
puff!
puff!
Three sharp arrows penetrated several giant shields. Under the terrifying impact, the giant shields actually fell apart and turned into countless fragments...
There were three heart-stopping muffled sounds, and three sharp black arrows that penetrated the giant shield were all nailed into the chest of King Zuo Xian. His whole person was like a sculpture, with an incredible expression on his face. That expression was frozen on his face.
superior.
"Your Majesty!"
Countless figures rushed toward King Zuo Xian, forming layers of human shields in the air.
Unfortunately, they were late, and all they covered was a lifeless corpse.
Zhao Yuan did not see this scene. He did not even see King Zuo Xian being shot to death. After he shot the sharp arrow in his hand, Monk Tianxin reminded him to run away because Monk Tianxin had not yet refined the Yin-Yang Ship.
, was not Feng Guoshi's opponent. Although he protected Zhao Yuan, he was severely injured the moment he confronted Feng Guoshi and hid in the Yin-Yang ship to recuperate.
Zhao Yuan's speed is unparalleled in the world.
In this vast and dark grassland, no one except the immortal cultivators can catch up with Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan just wanted to leave the scene as soon as possible, and he didn't even see Lan Cai'er's despairing expression.
When Zhao Yuan disappeared into the darkness, Lan Cai'er knelt down on the grassland with a plop, like a lifeless sculpture, her eyes were dull and empty, as if a force had sucked away all her life in an instant...
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A group of wolf-like guards pinned the respected Master Yi Jian to the ground without mercy.
Lan Cai'er didn't struggle, her delicate body that was once as passionate as fire seemed to have turned into a lifeless zombie in an instant.
A moment ago, Lan Cai'er was still constructing a beautiful blueprint of being with Zhao Yuan in her mind, but in just a few breaths, Zhao Yuan shattered all her dreams and future, and her head was pressed into the soil.
Lan Caier stared blankly at the dark sky. She heard the sound of horse hooves, the shouts of killing, and the screams...
King Zuo Xian's camp suddenly fell into a sea of fire without warning.
Countless tents caught fire at the same time, and soldiers were running back and forth around the lake to fetch water to put out the fire. The entire camp was in chaos.
This is a trap.
A perfect trap.
And Lan Cai'er, the master of Yijian, is just a tool to be used. All the sweet words and tenderness are all lies.
Time seemed to have stood still.
There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.
Lan Cai'er slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears flowed out of her eyes. The tears rolled down in the grass and on the grassland...
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