Chapter 446

Li Xuanfeng waited for a while, and the two monks had already begun to fight among themselves.

Ever since E Wu disguised himself as that Situ family member, Li Xuanfeng understood that there would be a good show to watch nine times out of ten. He stood in the air on a golden shuttle, waiting quietly.

Seeing the two monks flying towards the north and fighting fiercely in the air, Li Xuanfeng raised his left hand, pulled down the longbow from his back, gripped it tightly with one hand, controlled the string with the other, glanced coldly, and chose Mutuo without hesitation.

"This person is easy to kill, and it is easy to alert him to escape back into the formation, kill this person first."

He exhaled and shouted, his beard bristling and his eyes wide, his black-gold armor released brilliant light, and a golden light mysterious arrow made of refined gold jumped out from the arrow quiver at his waist, obediently resting on the string.

The Jin Geng longbow in his hand had long been recast in Yishan City, and it was no longer what it used to be. The bow was eight feet and six inches long, the horn was three feet and five inches long, even longer than it was back then, dark golden, and the whole body was shining with brilliance.

If it stood on the ground, it would be a head taller than ordinary Zhao people. Now held horizontally, it looked like a heavy siege crossbow.

This golden light mysterious arrow was also a magic artifact, about four feet long, without too complex patterns, smooth and sharp, with beautiful lines. After being tempered by the refiner in the Southern Border, it was as heavy as an iron ox.

"Da da da..."

Li Xuanfeng slowly pulled the bowstring, and the golden bow in his hand turned from horizontal to diagonal, a full eight feet long. Looking from afar in the air, it was like a big eagle with wings spread.

"Whoosh!"

The golden light became thicker and thicker. Li Xuanfeng narrowed his eyes, his gaze crossed a hundred miles, coldly staring at Mutuo's ugly face.

"Hit!"

Li Xuanfeng suddenly let go, and the golden mysterious arrow in his hand disappeared abruptly in the air. He didn't look at the result, but hooked the second golden light mysterious arrow onto the string and aimed again.

……

Mutuo had just wiped the blood from his face, when he suddenly fell into a deep panic. The blood on his face sprayed out drop by drop like dew, one after another. He screamed:

"Save...!"

He had only spat out one word, and the four guest ministers had already noticed his abnormality and had to retreat, intending to join forces to save his life, but heard a hum.

"Hum hum..."

Several people looked closely, and Mutuo's white head had disappeared.

The cut on his neck was as smooth as a mirror. Many fine, thread-like strips of flesh were pulled out from the edge of the neck, waving constantly in the air, as if trying to grow this head again, but they all broke off at the root when they exceeded the cross-section.

The vitality of the Zhao Shixiu could only be compared to that of the Demon Cultivator. Mutuo's hands were dancing in the air in a panic, as if he had not been so panicked when he was crushed to pieces under Kong Tingyun's Golden Mountain back then. He took two steps in the air, touched his neck with both hands, but his five fingers broke off at the root with a puff when they touched the cross-section.

"Hum..."

The second hum rose again, Mutuo disappeared, leaving only a few blood mists in the air.

Almost at the same time, the statues in several temples on Jindao Island burst simultaneously, turning into stone powder all over the ground, and several infants exploded into blood mist out of thin air, with blood stains all over the ground.

The several guest ministers in the air and E Wu were all stunned. Mutuo had been destroyed in body and spirit right in front of these five Foundation Establishment cultivators. For a time, those who were fighting forgot to fight, and those who were fleeing forgot to flee.

E Wu felt an invisible connection slowly crawling onto his body. Senior brother Mutuo had been destroyed in body and spirit in front of him, and the inheritance of the Qin Ling Temple naturally transferred to him. He had obtained the thing he had been thinking about day and night without any effort, but there was no joy on his face, and he said foolishly:

"What is it... what is this... it's an arrow... it's an arrow..."

He coughed, spat out some blood foam, and felt his face was like a knife cut. Dense blood beads oozed from his left cheek. He didn't have time to mourn, pinched the formula to cast magic, and released a hundred golden lights.

He himself was stronger than Mutuo, and now that Mutuo was dead, the inheritance of the temple had transferred to him, adding three points of power. But he had long been scared out of his wits, and a hundred golden lights surrounded his body, as if he were desperate, riding the wind and flying through the air.

Several Jindao Island guest ministers were surprised and afraid. The person they were ordered to protect had been destroyed in body and spirit in front of them. How complicated was the feeling in their hearts? Looking at the blood mist in the air and E Wu fleeing to the east regardless of his life, one person said:

"This monk has many life-preserving techniques... perhaps he has already been resurrected on the island."

Another person was full of fear, shook his head and said:

"Should we chase or not?"

Several people looked at each other, saw the fear in each other's eyes, and rode the wind to chase north silently, but the speed was as slow as if they were enjoying the scenery.

E Wu had only run two miles, his whole body was cold, and he only felt a hum in his ears. He retreated to one side desperately, his arm felt a tearing pain, and when he looked down, there was already a blood hole in his palm.

But now this wound was bloody and dripping with blood. E Wu only felt that the stinging pain was numb, with no sign of healing. His pupils dilated, and he was at a loss in his heart.

Li Xuanfeng's attack power was extremely great. E Wu was not without having encountered such enemies. Often the magic techniques mastered by the direct descendants of the fairy sect were like this... but what really made E Wu panic was:

"Where is he?"

This attack was fast to the extreme, as if it had traveled through the Great Void, and as if it were boundless and endless. E Wu didn't even know where the other party was. He was fleeing for his life like this, was he really moving away from the other party... or was he moving closer to the other party?

The unknown was more terrifying than strength. He couldn't even see the enemy's shadow. How much consumption did this have for the enemy? How much time interval was there? And how far was the attack range? E Wu knew nothing, only felt cold behind his back, and his chest began to ooze blood drop by drop.

"He is teasing me, damn it!"

E Wu had a flash of realization, pinched the formula again to cast magic, and the three-headed and six-armed figure emerged behind him, shouting:

"Upper Dharma blessing, Jieti Golden Body!"

His skin suddenly lit up, changing from red to brilliant gold, as if made of brass, solid and unparalleled, and small incantations emerged, jumping and dancing on his skin.

"Puff!"

However, the next moment, he spat out a mouthful of pale golden blood, and golden mist permeated the air, looking quite fantastic in the sun.

E Wu's chest was empty, leaving a hole the size of a forearm, and he could see the emerald red seawater behind him. With this Dharma body blessing, he saw the golden shadow for the first time:

A golden, slender phoenix-like golden arrow, bright and transparent... with flowing brilliance.

He forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, touched the wound lightly, and finally had a bottom line:

"So it is such power. If it were before Mohe fell, this Dharma body could still block it... what a pity."

Thanks to the alliance leader and reward from the big shot Hangqing Buyu~

(End of chapter)