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Chapter 689: Who is the Devil Emperor?! 11

Who is the Demon Emperor?!(11)

Click!

Thunder and lightning struck straight down from the sky, piercing the night sky and piercing the bodies of several feathered demons in the air. Accompanied by the pungent burnt smell, the wings of these unlucky guys were instantly blackened, like

A bird with broken wings falls from the sky.

His eyes passed over Yue Qinghua, who was supporting Yuantong, and the leader of the Feather Demon Clan with a gold ring in his ear showed an angry look in his eyes.

How could he be willing to destroy one of his five tiger generals like this?

Raising his hand to take the bow in his hand, the leader slowly took out an arrow from the quiver and put it on the string. Unlike the feathered arrows carried by other feathered demons, his arrows did not have feathers, but were made entirely of metal.

It was made with a faint golden light shining on the arrow. If Yuantong saw it, he would immediately tell that this arrow was mixed with a large amount of mysterious gold - a kind of black gold that is essential for making mysterious talismans and weapons.

of rare spiritual metal.

When he set up the string and opened the bow, the leader of the Golden Ring did not move very quickly, but the arms under his clothes tensed up with smooth muscle lines. With his leisurely movements, the big black bow was quickly drawn as round as the full moon.

Above the arrow feathers, the golden light gradually became stronger and stronger, and soon became so dazzling that it was impossible to look at it.

It's not light gold, but pure gold. The leader of the Feathered Demon Tribe has already reached the ninth level.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he aimed the arrow tip at Yuantong under the water barrier and moved it to Yue Qinghua's chest. A sneer appeared on the Jinhuan leader's lips, and he suddenly released his finger from the string.

Buzz!

The bowstring made of bear sinew that had been soaked for hundreds of years buzzed with a dull sound, and the arrow wrapped in golden fighting energy instantly left the string, spinning at high speed through the night sky, and stabbed Yue Qinghua's chest.

"Tsinghua, be careful!"

Feeling the strong fighting energy fluctuations on the arrow, Xiao Yu'er couldn't help but turn his face and warned loudly with concern. He was fighting two masters of the Feathered Demon Clan at the same time, and he had no time to lend a helping hand at this moment.

Raising his eyes suddenly, Yue Qinghua's pink eyes instantly turned dark red. His face, which had always been innocent and pure, showed a rare look of solemnity and coldness. He stared at the arrow that pierced the night sky like lightning. He embraced it.

The two palms of Yuantong's body changed several palm prints at an incredible speed, and his lips as pale as a new cherry uttered four words in a low voice, "Infinite Condensation!"

As soon as he spoke, the temperature on the entire snowfield instantly dropped several degrees.

With his body as the center of the circle, everything quickly condensed with the sound of clicking. The thick snow turned into ice cubes, and even the snow foam in the air that was brought up by the fighting condensed directly into ice crystals.

At that moment, it was as if the air had condensed.

The arrows that shot straight through the air also seemed to be condensed. They slowed down and the originally empty air suddenly froze into substance. You can even see the passages and tiny cracks that the arrows made when they penetrated the air.

The arrow is still moving forward, but its speed is getting slower and slower. As the distance between the arrow tip and Yue Qinghua shrinks, the arrow's forward speed also becomes slower and slower, and the golden brilliance on the arrow grows little by little.

The ground darkened.

Finally, the arrow stopped dead in the air. At this time, the sharp tip of the arrow was only half a foot away from Yue Qinghua's skirt.

The leader of Jinhuan had a look of disbelief in his eyes, staring at the young man with snow-haired and pink eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

An arrow fired with all the strength of his ninth-level fighting spirit was actually frozen in the air by his mystical skills. How is this possible?!

ps: Xiao Jingji must have missed the genius and resented her too much. When I got up early this morning, I took out my glasses and lost one of my legs (I was speechless), so I had to go out to repair my glasses. Fortunately, I finally came back, so I will update

continue..


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