Chapter five hundred and sixty-two life and death talisman, the beginning of the river
"Whoosh..." The four arrows were as fast as phantoms, and faint black shadows streaked across the void. It seemed that the human eye could not catch them. Only a faint black dotted line that seemed to be an afterimage could be seen. The speed was faster than four.
The sounds and strings all merge into one sound!
The four arrows held end to end form a straight line.
"Dang!" The white-robed priest who was hit by the arrow raised his swords and blocked the first arrow, then blocked the second arrow, and then narrowly blocked the third arrow. But Zhu Biao's five-stone bow was really powerful.
It was too huge, and the momentum of each arrow made the white-robed priest take a step back. After three arrows, he took three steps back, and the power of the two swords was exploded. Finally, the fourth arrow pierced his heart, and nearly half of his body was lost.
Failed to penetrate the body? A flash of light flashed in Zhu Biao's eyes, knowing that the white-robed priest must be wearing the 'sacrificial white robe' that he was familiar with.
But what if he wears such a high-defense robe? He can't be shot instantly.
The sudden murderous intention added a chilly atmosphere to the quiet snowfield. But this was just the beginning!
A ball of strength surged out from under his feet, and the wide feet immediately shattered, and Zhu Biaoren shot towards the King of Growth like an arrow from a string.
The strong bow in his hand was whipped out like a hidden weapon. The bowstring made of twisted steel wire became the sharpest blade under the huge rotation force. A whirlwind swept up quickly, picking up the snowflakes flying all the way, and the momentum was amazing.
Extremely.
"Dang Dang" sounded three times. The three white-robed priests waved their weapons and stepped forward to stop the Dang. However, they were still knocked open by strong bows, causing the originally neat queue of the Tianshen Sect to become confused.
Teeth grow loudly.
Dou Bing, Yuan Tong, Tian Guangzhao and others all fired a round of arrows, some with volleys of arrows, some with single arrows, and even more powerful crossbows. They intertwined into a dense rain of arrows, with a shrill and sharp roar that covered a distance of more than ten feet.
The expressions of all the people in the Tianshen Sect outside changed.
Zhu Biao let out a hearty laugh and flew into the air. Unexpectedly, a ball of ice and snow was caught in his left hand. It instantly melted into cold water, and was instantly condensed into weak pieces by the internal force of the Nine Yin Sutra that poured in like a flood.
Transparent ice flakes with cicada wings.
The texture of these ice flakes is comparable to that of black ice that has not melted for many years. The ice is clear and translucent with a faint blue-green fluorescence.
There was a loud "boom", and the strong bow broke into countless fragments, which were scattered on the white snow. The tough iron tire was directly shaken into seven or eight pieces of scrap metal by the King of Growth. The only thing that was not destroyed was the steel string.
The vibrating string is too soft. Even though the power of His Holiness' palm is strong, it cannot transform the hardness into softness in an instant, and cannot destroy it at all.
Zhu Biao's body was caught in this violent noise and several screams and screams. He flew like a big bird over the heads of the people in the Tianshen Sect.
The white cloak was wide open, indeed like a bird. The moment the cloak was opened, it formed a strong pressure from top to bottom, and it was also a suffocating momentum. This momentum even made the King of Growth feel in his heart.
A little depressed.
The snowflakes on the ground were soaring and swirling, like an angry snow dragon, roaring in all directions.
White bone swords also fell from top to bottom, all over the sky. It was like a piece of snow-white clouds flying in the sky. In the violent snowflakes, the shadows of the swords were more erratic than the snowflakes and more illusory than the cold wind.
There is a sword that is everywhere in the sky. But there is only one sword that is everywhere in the sky? This seems to be a joke and a paradox.
But Dharma King Zeng, Venerable Nagarjuna, the Holy Envoy, as well as everyone present in the Tianshen Sect at this moment, did not think this was a paradox. In their eyes, the sky was filled with snowflakes and sword shadows. It was indeed the sky. And theirs
Feelings will not deceive them. The sword falling from above their heads is indeed just one sword in their consciousness.
Zhu Biao raised his left hand lightly. It seemed to be an inadvertent wave of his hand, but no one could see that more than ten transparent ice flakes had disappeared in his palm.
After Zhu Biao redeemed the Talisman of Life and Death to practice it, this was the first time it was used on a person.
As a cover, the two extremely yin fingers pointed at the King of Growth.
With two violent "boom boom" sounds, Zhu Biao's body rose again, while half of the majestic bodies of Dharma King Zeng and Venerable Nagarjuna were buried in the snow.
"No, no..." Dharma King Zeng was horrified in his heart. Zhu Biao's skill was much higher than before in Beiling City.
Just such an impact, his internal organs were faintly shaken. Venerable Nagarjuna even saw a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and a pair of thin and transparent gloves appeared on his hands.
This is a master who has trained hard in boxing and kicking. All his martial arts skills are in a pair of fleshy palms, and his hands are his most powerful weapons. He has rarely used this pair of gloves, because against ordinary opponents, Venerable Nagarjuna has a pair of fleshy hands.
The palm is enough to cope with it. Why use the inherited treasure of his lineage?
But today's Zhu Biao is obviously not among the ordinary opponents. This is a person who can claim his name. After facing off against the Bone Sword once, the marks left on his hands also made Lord Nagarjuna understand that he had practiced secretly for many times.
Ten years of fleshy palms are of no use.
The holy envoy swung his sword and struck Zhu Biao's head. The scimitar used by Canglang to protect his sword was the most commonly used weapon in the Divine Court of the Celestial Sect.
The blade cut through the air and emitted a gentle roar. In the snowy and mist-filled space, Zhu Biao never had a chance to recover, and his figure was as light and fast as a flying swallow.
The cold knife drew a bright silver rainbow, but it exuded an extremely cruel murderous aura.
Dou Bing let out a roar, and immediately more than ten sharp arrows flew towards the holy envoy.
"Ding ding..." A sound of gold and iron sounded to everyone's ears.
The sharp arrow did not cause much hindrance to the Holy Envoy, and the scimitar continued to slash at Zhu Biao like a rainbow.
"Hahaha..." Zhu Biao turned a blind eye to the scimitar that was coming, and just shook the sword very casually, but the tip of the sword bypassed the scimitar and pointed directly at the holy envoy's wrist vein.
The holy envoy hesitated, but he didn't expect Zhu Biao to draw his sword so quickly and accurately that he almost got stabbed in his veins.
The King of Growth swung the demon-subduing pestle in his hand and struck Zhu Biao on the back. He had a vague feeling in his heart that he was no longer an opponent in front of Zhu Biao who was now different from what he was before.
The three of them working together were no longer 'guaranteed' to capture and kill Zhu Biao, but how to block and resist Zhu Biao.
Zhu Biao took a step forward in the air and stabbed the holy envoy's throat with a simple and clear flying move. At the same time, he also avoided the demon-subduing pestle from the King of Growth.
The bright sword blade cut through the air like a bolt of lightning. It was direct and concise. The Holy Envoy was shocked and almost reflexively slid back to dodge.
Stepping back, the twisting body of the Holy Envoy swung his sword down. He no longer wanted to hurt the enemy, but only wanted to prevent Zhu Biao from pursuing him. The scimitar was made of who-knows-what precious material. The blade was as bright and smooth as a mirror.
The swing was like a ripple spreading on the surface of the water, with cold light embedded in it, as if it were made in heaven. It slid in front of Zhu Biao lightly and unrestrainedly, blocking a drag slash from the bone sword in Zhu Biao's hand. Venerable Nagarjuna had two
The palm of his hand waved with Qinghua's energy, and he hit Zhu Biao from the waist.
Zhu Biao rubbed his feet, and launched another newly converted skill. He leaned sideways, which seemed to be average, but in fact it was at its peak. In just one step, he escaped from the entire range covered by the two palms of Lord Nagarjuna, and even more
By the way, he stayed away from the Holy Messenger.
His body dodged a few times, and he was already behind the Karmapa Chang. He yelled: "Here!" He pointed out his finger, and there was a hissing sound. The extremely cold and extremely cold finger force quickly hit the Zhengyang point of the Karmapa Chan.
Dharma King Zeng twisted his body to avoid the force of Jiyin's finger, let out a sharp roar, and the demon pestle struck down like a meteor. At the same time, he kicked Zhu Biao's chest with thunderous force.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound. Zhu Biao's feet were blocked by Zhu Biao with a gentle force. Then he stepped out with his left foot to the east. When his steps were solid, his body was already at the northwest corner. He shook the bone sword and said, "Shua!"
"Whoa!" He thrust his sword towards the Holy Envoy and Venerable Nagarjuna each, and all of them hit the loopholes in their moves. They were so frightened that they jumped to dodge. Fang was about to retaliate, but Zhu Biao had already charged again.
Then he passed by and struck three swords at each of the two white-robed priests.
The bright red blood sprinkled countless red holes on the white snow, and was quickly buried by the falling snow. With Zhu Biao's current strength, although the three swords may not necessarily be able to kill top masters, they can still hurt people.
But it's a sure thing.
One person was thrown away by the force of the sword, vomiting blood, but his consciousness was still very clear. He turned over in the air and was about to catch his feet, but suddenly, he felt a numbness and tingling pain all over his body.
Then the itching and pain became even more severe, like being bitten by thousands of ants.
"Ah...ah..."
He suddenly rolled on the snow like crazy, and his shrill scream instantly stunned Dou Bing and others who were more than ten feet away. What kind of scream was this? It was too penetrating. And what was even more shocking was yet to come.
, he was not the only one like him. In the following few breaths, Dharma King Zeng and his party, fully half of them screamed like this one after another...
They have all been hit by the talisman of life and death.
"Haha..." Zhu Biao laughed and said: "How is the Dharma King? Do you still have a lot of manpower?" The taste of the life and death talisman is that even an iron man can be subdued. As long as this thing still maintains the power in the 'original work'
, these people who have fallen to the ground now are nothing to worry about.
"Zhu Biao, is that you?"
The sudden change caught the King of Growth by surprise, shock, and even panic. These people had been tricked unknowingly and behaved so miserably, so would they themselves have also been tricked 'unknowingly'?
ah?
Maybe it was because the people who fell to the ground were crying so miserably that Dharma King Zeng did not think of a way to save him at the first moment, but instead thought: Will he be tricked in the same way?
In an instant, everyone in the Tianshen Sect felt a bone-chilling chill in their hearts. King Zeng stepped forward to a crying white-robed priest, and sealed the man's acupuncture points with his fingers.
"Glen, Glenn, how's it going? Talk to me."
Holding the white-robed Master's head with both hands, the Master of Growth shook nervously.
Zhu Biao just smiled coldly, without any sign of taking action. In front of him, the Holy Envoy and Venerable Nagarjuna stood side by side, carefully guarded, but his face was a little pale no matter how you looked at it.
