Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Eight: Inexplicable Hatred (Lian Months)
The arrow was so powerful that it penetrated directly through the floor, leaving only an arrow tail buzzing and trembling on the floor.
Looking at the arrow that was just one centimeter away from his bag of thousands of sons and grandsons, Wang Jialiang felt that the blood in his body was running cold and his scalp was numb.
You must know that the outer armor of the Explorer is a standard ultra-thick armor that can withstand artillery attacks.
He was actually shot through by an arrow, which was so powerful that it penetrated deep into the floor.
I can't imagine that if Brother Qiu hadn't pushed me, this arrow would have been enough to kill him half of his life. If he had pushed me a little harder, I guess thousands of his descendants would be blamed here.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
At this time, several more arrows penetrated the armor of the car.
Fortunately, Wang Jialiang is no longer the rookie who initially followed Redding.
After being stunned for a moment, he decisively summoned a sword light to strike the arrow, raised the sword edge, and saw the shadow of the sword turned into cotton thread, wrapped around the arrow, and connected with other arrows.
With a flick of his hand, the power burst out from one of the arrows actually dissolved the power of the other arrows.
Just relying on this hand and using his strength to fight, Wang Jialiang is enough to be proud of the masters at the same level.
"Bang~bang~bang"
A series of thunderous rumbling sounds came, and Ding Xiaoyi's expression changed. From a distance, he noticed dense arrows shooting down from the side of the mountain.
The number has more than doubled than before.
Seeing this, he stopped hiding. Although he was not afraid, this old Explorer could not withstand such abuse.
Immediately, his heart moved, and he saw his spiritual space unfolding, and a black world suddenly expanded outwards with the hover car as the center.
Even though the arrows shot down like a rainstorm, when they landed in his space, these arrows seemed to be frozen in the air.
"Get back!"
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes turned cold, and the arrows suddenly changed direction and were reflected towards the mountain top at ten times the speed.
For a moment, I saw only a few blurry shadows on the top of the mountain, making a mess. Obviously, I didn't expect such a situation to happen.
"Just wait, I'll go take a look!"
He took out the [Feather of Leap] from the meat ball's mouth with one hand and carried it in his hand. Then his mind moved and his figure disappeared into the cabin in the next second.
Following a vague distortion in the air, Ding Xiaoyi appeared on the hillside with a cold face.
The cold wind and snow blew around him, but before he could get closer, it was melted away by the huge spiritual energy.
I saw him stepping on the snow on the ground, his figure running upwards lightly, but strangely, he didn't even leave a single footprint.
The speed is so fast that it doesn't feel like walking on snow at all.
"Go, go quickly!!"
Before reaching the top of the mountain, I heard shouts from above.
The old man with a long beard waved for everyone to leave quickly, but his weathered face was full of despair.
An arrow was seen piercing his lower abdomen. It was easy to see from the drag marks on the ground that he was pinned to this ancient tree by the huge power of the arrow.
Other tribesmen still wanted to save him, but he pushed them away: "Get out! Get out now!!"
"grandfather!!"
A young man rushed forward, but was kicked to the ground by the old man: "Take him away, there is no time!!"
With red eyes, the old man used all his strength to slowly pull out his body from the arrow inch by inch. Blood dripped down the arrow shaft as thick as his thumb.
It can be seen that every step the old man takes seems to be in extreme pain, and his originally kind and kind face has become ferocious at this moment.
"Grandpa! No!" When the young man saw this, he let out a heart-rending scream and struggled to get up on the ground, but was held back by several tribesmen.
"Pfft..." The wound was no longer blocked by the arrow, and blood immediately poured out uncontrollably.
Seeing this, the other tribesmen's expressions darkened. Knowing that he had decided to give up, they immediately pulled him and ran back regardless of the young man's resistance.
Seeing his people walking further and further away, Sophiel's cloudy eyes showed a hint of relief.
However, before he could feel secretive in his heart, he heard Ding Xiaoyi's cold question: "Do you think I can't catch up with them? Or do you think you can hold me back?"
Hearing the voice, the old man suddenly turned his head and saw a young man standing not far behind him. His thin figure gave people the illusion of being unattainable, as if the person in front of him was a towering tower that could only be looked up at.
mountains.
Seeing this, the old man's expression suddenly changed, he looked at Ding Xiaoyi, and wordlessly pulled out the scimitar from his waist.
Ding Xiaoyi is very strange. He can feel through [Thought Fire] the old man's heartfelt hatred for himself, a kind of hatred that either you die or I die. Even if you die, you will have to bite off a piece of your body.
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He didn't understand what kind of hatred made this old man hate him so much that he even hit him like an egg against a stone.
"Is there any misunderstanding between us?"
The old man sneered, but his smile was particularly cold on his wrinkled cheeks: "Misunderstanding, no misunderstanding, you people... all deserve to die!"
After saying that, the old man held the long knife in his hand, and the power of psychic energy was injected into the blade, making the seemingly simple blade shine brightly.
Ding Xiaoyi could see that the old man's strength was at the peak of evil spirits, and he was only one step away from breaking through that layer of window paper.
But this step, it seems at this time, may become a natural chasm.
"It is said that under the disaster spirits, all are ants. Today, I want to see what the difference is!"
As he spoke, the bright sword glowed across the sky, cutting through the boundless darkness and coldness. The blade was extremely domineering, as if everything could not resist it.
"Good sword skills!"
The same sword was used, so Ding Xiaoyi could certainly see how experienced and domineering the old man's sword skills were. However, this sword was a sword that the old man had devoted his whole life to.
When the sword is used up, it is also the moment when others die
The extremely domineering blade is enough to instantly kill all masters at the peak of evil spirits.
When Ding Xiaoyi saw this, he sighed deeply in his heart. Knowing that the old man was determined to die, he had no intention of summoning the Xuantong sword to compete with the old man.
He slowly stretched out his fingers, and saw a cold light flashing deep in his eyes: "The power of decomposition!"
"If this is your last wish, I will grant it to you. After the disaster spirit level, it is a contest of the power of rules. Under the rules, everything is in vain!"
A black light poked out from the tip of his finger, which was inconspicuous in the dark night. But when it touched the sword light, the black light suddenly turned into a ruthless black hole, instantly making the sword light become the most powerful spiritual power.
Fall apart.
"The power of rules!!"
The old man's eyes showed shock.
"Swallow!!"
Ding Xiaoyi opened his palm and unleashed his strongest blow. He was not trying to kill people, but just wanted the old man to see clearly the nature of the power of rules.
With one palm strike, the sword light in front of his eyes disappeared instantly, and the next second, his palm had already landed on the old man's chest.
However, this slap was not slapped. He only used his palm to hold the expired old man in his arms and looked at his eyes that had lost their vitality.
A lot of helplessness arose in my heart: "Don't worry, I won't go after your grandson."
He came very early, and the moment the old man kicked his grandson away, he could clearly see the reluctance and love in the old man's eyes.
Maybe he is not a good opponent, but he is definitely a good grandpa. Although he still doesn't understand what kind of hatred could make the old man fight for his life.
But he still decided to give up chasing his tribesmen and reached out his hand to close the old man's eyes.