Chapter 441: I Have Read the World for a Long Time, and Once Dropped 00,000 Demons

Bang bang bang!

Under the attack of many disciples of the Demon Slaying Alliance, Duanmusheng retreated in the air, his arms numb and he looked in the direction of the Demon Heaven Pavilion.

Not only him, but the disciples of the seven major sects also looked at it.

Someone is shooting cold arrows.

It's not a simple cold arrow as simple as shooting a long way!

It was such a simple and unpretentious cold arrow with a faint blue light that directly penetrated Liu Ruzhi, the Sect Master of the Danxin Sect.

There is no chance to even make a shot!

How could they not be afraid!

A terrible sense of tension swept across the seven factions.

Just when the seven major sects felt a headache, in the distance behind, a golden light, thick as a tree arrow gang, appeared.

The golden light is so dazzling that it's hard not to notice it.

hum!

The speed is so fast that the sound has changed.

"Go ahead!"

A strong archer, in addition to being good at hiding his position, should also be good at finding enemy archers.

Shooting can easily reveal the location.

This sturdy tree-like arrow gang almost carried the hopes of everyone in the seven factions, flying from the westernmost jungle to the easternmost Motian Pavilion.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the arrow.

In front of Motian Pavilion, the originally dark scene was instantly illuminated by this huge arrow.

They seemed to see an old man standing in front of him calmly.

He raised his old big hand, glowing with blue brilliance, as if he was wearing blue gloves.

"Grab the handprint!"

boom!

Like fireworks blooming, the arrow gang was caught alive by the old man.

Soon, it dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Old Demon Ji?"

"It's the old devil!"

"He's actually shooting a cold arrow!"

"Back off!"

The seven-seat chariot stepped back.

All the disciples also stepped back.

The farther away, the less powerful the arrows will be.

But just after this retreat, the military's heart was shaken, and many of the disciples of the seven major factions became restless and rolled on the ground.

Some were so frightened that their legs trembled and they dared not move.

The people who came to besiege, many of them took the lead for a while, and when they really arrived on the battlefield, they found that the Motian Pavilion was so terrifying.

Just a few people can intimidate the seven major factions!

"Meet the pavilion master!"

"Meet Master!"

The voices of everyone in the Motian Pavilion were terrifying.

Luzhou Fushou nodded, but his eyes fell on the jungle behind the seven major factions, and he said, "Ji Yuanchang, hide and hide, when did you become so timid?"

This is clearly not what was said to the Seven Factions.

Of course they know the name.

This is the master that marksmen pursue, and it is also the old marksman who is currently closest to the end of his lifespan.

Ji Yuanchang, who has long since left the sect, taught many disciples in his early years... Chen Zhu, the leader of the three great marksmen in the Shendu, can only be his disciple and grandson.

As a marksman, Hua Yuexing didn't know the meaning of the name, so he was taken aback and stared at the dark jungle in a trance.

"Senior Ji is a marksman, so naturally he won't come out. Old Demon Ji! Aren't you hiding?" Feng Qinghe's voice sounded.

"Then this seat will not hide."

Lu Zhou stroked his beard while walking in the air.

From the front of Motian Pavilion, in the darkness, he slowly walked out.

One step at a time.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the face is calm.

The blue silk is dyed by the moonlight, and the white hair is like frost.

In this way, Lu Zhou's image is almost the same as Ji Tiandao at the beginning of time travel.

All the disciples of the seven major sects took a deep breath, opened their eyes wide, and looked at the old demon Ji who was suspended in mid-air.

Even if he can't see his facial features, but from the white hair in his robe and the attitude of everyone in the Motian Pavilion, it is almost certain that this is the master of the Motian Pavilion.

That all-powerful, the great devil of the world!

Lu Zhou slightly calculated the extraordinary power of the Book of Heaven.

The first arrow hit the farthest, and actually only cost one-fifth of the cost. Jueyuan was originally a dying person, and that arrow was purely a supplement.

The second arrow, Pill Heart Sect Sect Master Liu Ruzhi, this arrow used one-third of the extraordinary power of the Heavenly Book, and Liu Ruzhi was a formidable enemy after all.

He blocked Ji Yuanchang's full-strength arrow with his bare hands, and spent a third of it.

That is to say, now, he only has less than one-third of his extraordinary power left.

So... Luzhou chose to walk out.

In this way, it may be possible to attract all nearby enemies.

Sure enough... Hearing Lu Zhou's words, Ji Yuanchang couldn't hold back after all. He hung above the woods and said loudly.

"Old devil! You killed my disciple and grandson, and today I will end you with my own hands."

Ji Yuanchang, who was also a powerful figure hundreds of years ago, raised the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Chen Zhu is from the three-page alien race...you stand out for the alien race?"

"Nonsense, whether it is alien or not, I have my own judgment."

Lu Zhou shook his head. He didn't take the heads of the seven major factions in front of him at all. He stepped forward and said indifferently, "I thought you were the ancestor of the marksman, who knew right from wrong. It's a pity—"

Right hand flips up.

A miniature vortex appeared.

The vitality surged, and the seven major factions sensed this obvious surge and retreated.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

The disciples of the seven major sects were so frightened that they were pissed off.

"You are not allowed to retreat! If you fail in this battle, you will be benevolent! Those who shrink back from the battle! Kill without mercy!"

The voice vented, and the disciples of the seven major sects were shocked on the spot.

Can they go back?

Can't go back!

"This is the last chance before the deadline! If anyone backs down, behead!"

Feng Qinghe's arrogant aura with a majestic voice stabilized everyone's confidence.

Yes, this is the last chance before the deadline. It's already here, is there anything to go back?

at the same time.

Luzhou's curved arm moved forward, a vortex formed, and pushed out with one palm——

Fearless print!

As far as the eye can see, all beings are fearless.

The golden light shone quickly and flew towards Ji Yuanchang.

Ji Yuanchang shouted violently and pulled the arrow gang.

This scene is very similar to Chen Zhu who is trying his best to resist on the edge of the Dutian River...

This is the case with disciples and grandchildren, and so is the master.

If you meet the strong, you will be strong, if you meet the gods, kill the gods!

boom! Bang bang bang!

Several arrows hit the palm print, and only faint ripples appeared, which could not stop the palm print from flying.

The palm print crossed from the two chariots!

Nourishes—

zizi——

The two flying chariots were stamped by the Dreadnought, and a third of them were scraped off alive.

Dozens of non-flying disciples fell from the chariot.

Screams resounded through the sky.

The Great Fearless Seal passed over the flying chariot and continued to shoot towards Ji Yuanchang.

Ji Yuanchang found that something was wrong, and immediately flew into the distance, flying desperately.

Dreadnought's impression is like having eyes, and at lightning speed, slap——

It was shot on Ji Yuanchang's body.

Ashes!

The whole place was silent.

The disciples of the seven major sects have lost their thinking and lost their breath.

Feng Qinghe's confidence, which he managed to stabilize, was shaken again.

This is the situation.

Just ask if you are in a hurry? !

This is a fatal blow card, and Lu Zhou is too lazy to calculate the cost!

Such a master who puts cold arrows behind his back, at any cost, he must take it away with one move!

Luzhou continues to march forward!

Feng Qinghe's eyes were cold and stern, but his heart was trembling, and his scalp was even numb. Up to now, he had no choice but to bite the bullet. He could only order, "Dead man! Charge me!"

Many practitioners guarding the seven chariots surrounded them like flies.

"Master!"

"Pavilion Lord!"

At the moment, only Duanmusheng and Xiaoyuaner are left in the Motian Pavilion to retain their strength.

Leng Luo only had the power to escape.

Seeing this scene, they wanted to rush up to block a wave.

Everyone was very nervous, their eyes fixed on Lu Zhou in the sky.

His feet rippled.

Blue lotus grows under the feet, blue light grows on the body.

I have read the world for a long time, and once dropped millions of demons.

What about the seven factions, they all have to pay a heavy price today!

s: The first three are nearly 10,000 words, and this one is still in debt. Ask for a ticket.