Chapter 465: Divine Bow sends random arrows to suppress powerful enemies
Everyone looked around and saw three sixth-grade masters, headed by Lu Nanqiong, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, rushing toward them.
Lu Nanqiong was in the center, holding a seven-star sword that emitted magic light, swooping from mid-air, his body flying, like an immortal descending to earth, and like an eagle rushing toward his face.
His eyes were cold and merciless, and his surging momentum was like the top of a mountain, making people despair.
Just as the three people rushed closer, the shadow on Liu Yitian's side squirmed slightly. After a breath, a figure emerged, holding a dagger and stabbed Liu Yitian in the back.
The moment the people near Liu saw the assassin, they instinctively screamed, but their voices were not as fast as the dagger.
Everyone was desperate. They attacked from the front and made sneak attacks from behind. Liu Yitian was calculated to death.
Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce Liu Yitian's waist and eye, a silver moon suddenly flashed past, and a white tiger seemed to be crawling in the silver moon, disappearing in a flash.
The dagger stopped, the assassin's head rolled off, and the body fell to the ground, blood splattered like a soy sauce bottle.
Without even looking at the scimitar in his hand, Zhou Hen put it back into its scabbard and looked ahead at Lu Nanqiong and the other three sixth-grade men.
Lu Nanqiong was in the air, about to fly in front of Liu Yitian, when he glanced at the knife in Zhou Hen's hand out of the corner of his eye. He twisted his wrist, the tip of the sword hit the ground with a metallic clang, and he flew upside down.
The other two sixth-grade men were running fast, but they took two more steps before they realized what they were doing, turned around and ran away.
Both the Divine Bow Sect and the major forces watching the battle from a distance were all stunned for a moment.
They looked at Zhou Hen, who was masked and motionless.
The mid-level master who was secretly watching the battle recalled Zhou Hen's sword blow just now and shook his head slightly.
I can't catch it, I can't catch even one move.
Li Qingxian found out that Lu Nanqiong was actually trying to run away, so he cast a spell and chanted a simple fortune-telling spell, and saw a faint red light emerging from Lu Nanqiong's head. It was difficult to detect it without looking carefully.
More than five hundred people fired volleys continuously, and the arrows hung with talismans exploded from time to time.
One of the four strongest sects in North District City is, after all, just an ordinary martial arts gang, completely unable to deal with such numerous and powerful spiritual talismans.
Every talisman is inherited from the Tianzhu sect and the Tianxiao sect.
Every spiritual talisman is refined by Li Qingxian himself.
Especially the magic talisman containing thunder magic. If it is below the middle grade, as long as it is hit, it will be severely damaged and it will be difficult to fight again.
The swordsmanship of Shenjian Sect is the best in Qiyuan City. It is said to be invincible within three feet and cannot be penetrated by water.
But the arrows from the Shen Gong Sect came from thirty feet away.
"Charge over! If you charge over, you will definitely win!"
"Come on!"
"The Shen Gong Sect is going to kill everyone, so why not fight to the death?"
The stunned Shenjian Sect disciples quickly gathered together, waving their long swords, blocking long arrows, and scattered everywhere, like a pack of wolves rushing towards the Shen Gong Sect people.
Everyone in the Shen Gong faction acted as if they had not heard anything and continued to fight in the same way as before.
Some clever disciples of the Divine Sword Sect are holding shields, door panels, stone slabs and other objects, but what awaits them are various arrows with talismans. Whoever blocks them will die first.
The other disciples had no choice but to give up their shields and rush forward with all their might.
Hundreds of elite disciples of the Divine Sword Sect finally escaped the rain of arrows and rushed ten feet away.
For an advanced person, this distance can be reached in the blink of an eye as long as they use Qinggong.
Li Qingxian held a cloth bag containing two hundred spiritual talismans in his left hand, and gently rubbed a yellow talisman with his right hand.
Then Huang Fu transformed into a two-foot-long hairless strange bird, like a big stripped rooster, with a tender white body and a red head, and it swallowed the cloth bag in one gulp.
There was an explosion in the belly of the strange bird, and pieces of yellow talismans were stabbed out from under the skin. In the blink of an eye, the yellow talismans were like feathers and wrapped around the strange bird's body.
The yellow bird screamed softly, soared into the sky, and then swooped down towards the Divine Sword disciple in front.
Lu Nanqiong's voice sounded: "Avoid the Hundred Talisman Yellow Bird! This method comes from the Nine Talisman Sect."
The ordinary gang disciples in the small town had never seen the methods of the Daoist sect, so they were unprepared in advance. By the time Lu Nanqiong reminded them, the yellow bird had already rushed into the air.
A bird chirped softly.
Swish, swish, swish...
The two hundred spiritual talismans were like a goddess scattering flowers, or like a violent storm, covering hundreds of elites in the air. In an instant, the two hundred spiritual talismans were activated together.
Thunder, flames, poisonous mist, wind blades, random knives and other spells exploded, the five elements were in full swing, and the yin and yang were all present.
More than a hundred people screamed in agony, but after three breaths, there was no sound.
Some timid disciples of the Divine Gong Sect were so frightened that their fingers cramped and they could not pull the bow and arrow.
The leaders of the major forces in the distance sighed softly when they saw this scene.
"The sky in Qiyuan City is about to change."
"This is not the Divine Bow Sect, it is obviously the Divine Talisman Sect."
"Go back and give the Shen Gong faction a big gift, congratulate them on their success in worshiping the mountain, and welcome them to take over the North District City."
"They were all killed before they could get close enough. How could Wu Xiu fight against Dao Wu Shuang Xiu's Shen Gong sect?"
In the backyard of the Divine Sword Sect, Lu Nanqiong, who was in disguise, put on a cloth and rushed out among the family members of ordinary disciples.
But everyone rushed to the door and stopped.
Qingshan Gang leader Wan Zhao personally guarded the back door, scanning everyone, and finally looked at the subtle red light above Lu Nanqiong.
"Lao Lu, go back and settle your own affairs."
The escaping disciples looked at the disguised Lu Nanqiong in disbelief.
Without saying a word, Lu Nanqiong turned around and walked east.
Gao Tianwan, the deputy leader of the Qingshan Gang, stood on the dilapidated house and raised his hands to Lu Nanqiong.
Lu Nanqiong went to the west, and the four sixth-grade masters of the Qingshan Gang took out their weapons.
Lu Nanqiong stopped in the yard, looked towards the main entrance, watched the magic spells, listened to the thunder and fire exploding, sighed, and slowly walked towards the Divine Sword Palace.
After the Shenjianmen's successive counterattacks were repelled, their morale collapsed.
Some people waved their swords and died in despair, some people were beaten to death after hiding in buildings, and some people fled in other directions and were caught by the Qingshan Gang.
Houses one after another were blown down, and everyone from the Shen Gong faction stepped on the ruins and arrived in front of the Shenjian Palace.
The roof of the Divine Sword Palace collapsed, the morning light shone slantly inside, and dust billowed in the slanting beam of light.
Lu Nanqiong was covered in dust, sitting on a broken chair without a back, holding the armrest with his left hand and the Seven Star Sword in his right hand, looking straight ahead.
On the table behind him was a faded cloth bag.
"Old Liu..."
Liu Yitian had no expression on his face and responded with a talisman arrow.
Whoosh...
Lu Nanqiong channeled his true energy, swung his sword and struck out a stream of sword energy, hitting a long arrow in the middle.
Before the long arrow was struck, the fire talisman erupted.
A ball of fire about ten feet long exploded, the flames were like waves, and the tips of Lu Nanqiong's hair were curled up and burnt.
Lu Nanqiong swung his sword wildly, using his sword energy to weaken the flames.
The flames dissipated and two talisman-hanging arrows flew.
Lu Nanqiong took action again.
Three bursts, four bursts, five bursts, six bursts...
In the next moment, seven arrows were fired in unison, in seven directions, without any blind spots.
Lu Nanqiong's eyes moved lightly, he mobilized his true energy, swung his sword and slashed out. The seven sword rays hit seven long arrows almost at the same time.
Seven thunder talismans erupted at the same time, and Lu Nanqiong slashed with his sword as before.
Click...
The Seven-Star Sword cracked and several rays of lightning fell on his chest.
White light flashed around Lu Nanqiong, blocking the thunder. The jade pendant around his waist shattered and fell to the ground with a clatter.
Lu Nanqiong lowered his head and glanced at the black hole in the clothes on his chest, then looked up at Liu Yitian.