Chapter 447

Latest URL: "Sure enough, it's a bow... Since when did the East Sea have such a powerful golden bow! Killing me for no reason again..."

Since E Wu saw the enemy clearly, the panic in his heart settled slightly, and instead, a deep hatred rose. The golden body just now blocked it slightly, allowing him to see that this mysterious arrow shaped like a golden phoenix came from in front of him.

"This arrow came from in front, so this person is in the east, damn it... ran this trip in vain!"

Since he deduced that this person was in the east, he immediately turned back, rode the magic light, and flew to the west.

On this side, he cast magic, and the two long sticks lit up with golden light, heavy and continuous, emerging with a scent of burning incense, radiating an arc-shaped light along both sides of the sticks, gradually thickening, forming a circular shield surface.

"Qin Ling Shield Protection."

E Wu didn't have many defensive magic techniques in his hands, just carried one stick on his back and topped the other in front of his chest, protecting his heart and abdomen, and rode the wind rapidly.

Although E Wu had never seen this person, he also bet that this level of attack should not be easily displayed. He flew with his head down, and suddenly a buzzing sound rang in his ears again, and his chest and back felt a sharp pain.

This sound tore in his ears, echoing constantly, shaking his ears until blood flowed out, and a sense of fear arose in his heart. E Wu understood that this was not any sound, but caused by the other party's fairy base or supporting magic techniques, and thought to himself:

"Fairy sect direct descendant, and not the Tangjin Sect... what other family is so sharp? Could it be the Sword Sect?"

He only felt a huge shock in his chest, and the long stick in his hand made a sad cry, slipping out of his hand in an instant, spinning twice in the air. E Wu covered his chest, and there was another hole the size of an ox eye in his left chest.

The Shixiu's magic artifact was not good, and the long stick was fished back into his hand, already slightly bent. E Wu was terrified:

"It's the front again! He is doing it on purpose!"

This person's archery was profound. E Wu had never seen such a terrifying fairy arrow in his life. This person was teasing him, and it didn't matter where the arrow came from or what direction he was in, it was just what he wanted.

E Wu had fought a hundred battles. At this critical juncture, he plunged into the sea without caring about his life, diving to the bottom of the sea desperately, only feeling a chill on the back of his neck.

"It's coming again..."

He wanted to urge the magic formula, but felt a stream of gang energy traveling through his body, opening small holes one after another, wandering in his skin and internal organs, and actually interrupted it twice, failing to pinch out the magic technique.

The panic in E Wu's heart finally intensified to the extreme, and he pinched the formula with a fierce voice:

"Poluo Secret Dharma - 【Abandoning Body】"

In an instant, his body emitted bursts of golden light, his white-faced body melted rapidly, turning into golden light to protect his body, and a powerful momentum was released. E Wu didn't feel a trace of safety, but felt cold all over.

Sure enough, he only felt the buzzing in his ears like ten thousand birds singing together, blood flowed from his ears, and he operated his vision to the extreme with the blessing of the Dharma body, finally seeing five golden lights coming from the front like meteors, following one after another.

"Hum!"

A large amount of air waves evaporated in the seawater. E Wu roared, pouring out the fear in his heart. The five golden lights seemed to have never appeared, but he only had a head left connected to a pair of arms, and the rest of the Dharma body had been completely vaporized and disappeared.

Things had come to this, E Wu felt cold as water in his heart, just raised those two arms, and before the next golden light flew, he held his neck with both hands and twisted hard.

"Crack."

E Wu's neck immediately became a twist. He deliberately didn't display the ability of the Dharma body and just strangled himself in the seawater. The golden light whistled, turning his body into blood stains, and his head flew high, setting off huge waves on the sea surface.

The waves rolled and slowly calmed down, leaving only the thick dark clouds in the sky rolling constantly, and the rustling raindrops fell on the waves, making a fine sound. Four magic winds arrived late.

The leading guest minister swallowed his saliva, his gaze wandering, looking at the three people beside him, but no one dared to look him in the eye, all lowering their heads and drooping their eyebrows.

Just when several people were at a loss, a black-gold color slowly emerged in front of them. A middle-aged man stepped on a flying shuttle and walked slowly, reached out gently, caught the head falling from the dark clouds, waved his sleeves to put away his magic artifact, and looked at the crowd coldly.

This middle-aged man had a cold expression, clad in armor and robes, the black-gold armor was very intimidating, with a longbow on his back, one hand behind his back, and the other hand pinching the bare head.

E Wu's head was full of fear, blood flowed down drop by drop, staining the man's sturdy forearm red. He didn't say a word, watching the crowd quietly.

'Run!'

The same thought popped up in everyone's mind at the same time, but no one dared to move their steps, feeling cold all over, their faces like knife cuts. As this middle-aged man approached step by step, one by one lowered their heads and stared at the sea surface. The leading person finally said:

"Senior... thank you senior for your help... junior..."

He said sweating profusely, but unfortunately, a person rode the wind from behind, it was the guest minister Zong who was sent away by E Wu. He circled half a circle and finally found the crowd, full of shock, excited, and went up to talk nonsense:

"Guest minister Fu! Did Situ lord use any talisman... just now this fight I..."

"Slap!"

He said half of his words, noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, but suddenly received a slap on his face, staggering him. Guest minister Fu was full of cold sweat, pressed his head down, and whispered:

"We are small cultivators in the corner of the sea, unintentionally disturbing the fairy sect envoy, please forgive us, senior..."

This guest minister Zong saw that the expressions of several colleagues were very wrong, as if they couldn't wait to swallow him alive, and hurriedly endured it. Li Xuanfeng stared at him and said coldly:

"Go back and tell Situ Mo."

"If he dares to take half a step out of the island, I will shoot his head down and kick it as a ball."

Guest minister Fu responded timidly, understanding that this was a struggle between fairy sects. Their small overseas cultivators had no strength and no background, and all they could do was pass a message. He didn't even dare to wipe his sweat, just nodded:

"Junior understands... junior understands..."

Li Xuanfeng's black-gold armor lit up slightly and disappeared in the air. The feeling of knife cuts on everyone's faces disappeared. Guest minister Zong was slapped for no reason, both angry and confused, looking at the crowd around him. Guest minister Fu wiped his sweat and just said:

"You should just be glad you didn't say any foolish words! You can save this little life!"

Guest minister Zong realized later and whispered:

"Which fairy sect's lord?"

"Who knows? You thought the scene just now was some talisman, but you didn't know, it was just a few arrows from others!"

Guest minister Fu said with a hoarse voice:

"Looking at this appearance, it's not certain it's the Jin Yu Fairy Sect..."

……

Li Xuanfeng went far away, and only then took out the hand he had behind his back. The wide and thick hand was full of wounds like small baby mouths, opening and closing slowly, and the five fingers were bleeding continuously.

"Fought a bit too urgently."

Li Xuanfeng flipped his hand to put away the head. The five arrows in the arrow quiver at his waist jumped slightly, as if they were not yet satisfied, and the golden light intertwined and flowed.

Li Xuanfeng's arrow quiver had a total of five mysterious arrows, all made of refined gold. They would fly back after being shot. He shot five arrows in one breath just now, making these five magic artifacts very excited, jumping constantly.

Looking up, Li Xuanfeng raised his longbow again, didn't use the golden arrows, pulled the bowstring, and the magic power on the string gathered automatically, condensing into a gang arrow.

"Whoosh."

This arrow broke through the air, crossed a hundred miles, landed on an island, passed through the dense forest, and hit the grinning head on that big banyan tree.

"Puff!"

This head suddenly burst with a bang, and the twisted and swaying banyan tree was turned into powder, leaving only blood stains all over the ground.

Then he wiped it gently in his palm, at least making the hand look no different on the surface. This injury was not serious, and it would be fine after a month or two of recuperation.

E Wu was an old Dharma Master after all, and even if the orthodoxy had declined, he could not be underestimated. Unlike the extremely weak Mutuo, who was destroyed in body and spirit in two arrows, he could only cause the greatest damage before this thing made up his mind to escape.

"What a pity, if he had hesitated for a while longer, he could have been shot to death here."

Even though the Dharma Master finally chose to commit suicide to escape, Li Xuanfeng also made him feel uncomfortable. The gang energy wandering was not so easy to resolve, enough to make his injuries continue to spread. If there was no external help, it was not certain that he would fall slowly.

And before E Wu had worn out the gang energy in his body, as long as he approached Li Xuanfeng within a hundred miles, he could immediately be perceived by his Jin Geng, and at that time, one arrow would be enough to make this thing's soul fly away.

Li Xuanfeng had been suffocated in the Southern Border for decades, from the initial despondency to the later hidden pride, and then to the hatred he heard from the Ning family that made it difficult to settle down. Now that he had destroyed these two Shixiu in one breath, one destroyed in body and spirit and one with not much life left, the hatred in his heart eased slightly, and he muttered:

"Wait... this is just interest..."

Killing all the way, the magic power in his body was eight or nine out of ten gone. Riding the wind, traveling through the dark clouds, Li Xuanfeng narrowed his eyes and thought carefully.

'This Situ Mo is cautious. Since he has already revealed his strength, with his family's influence, I'm afraid he can't hide it for long. It's better to use this momentum to deter him, so that he doesn't dare to leave the island, saving him from harassing my family's juniors everywhere.'

Situ Mo's caution was unexpected. Li Xuanfeng didn't make things difficult for the guest ministers on the island. His situation did not allow for another battle. The momentum was at its peak, and he left it to intimidate Situ Mo.

The thunder in the sky became more frequent, the surroundings were pitch-black as ink, and the rain did not mean to stop. Looking up, it was hazy. Li Yuanjiao acted cautiously, and Li Xuanfeng could not find out where the Li family was staying overseas, so he could only return to Fenkuaidao.

The sea was pitch-black everywhere. Li Xuanfeng flew in the rain all the way, and it took a long time to see that Fenkuaidao. He dived into the sea, only to see Ning Heyuan greet him, smiling:

"Brother-in-law, how did it go?"

"Some gains."

Li Xuanfeng nodded silently, speaking conservatively. Ning Heyuan didn't ask much, laughed, and replied:

"Fellow Daoist Qinghong has already arrived at the market and is waiting for you, brother-in-law!"

"Qinghong is here!"

Li Xuanfeng finally showed a smile, hurriedly took two steps forward, and flew towards the market.

……

East Sea, Qunyi Strait.

The islands in the Qunyi Strait were densely packed, scattered randomly in every corner of this strait, with many people living on them. This place was close to 【Shiji Island】, and there were many land-raised children cultivating here.

On a remote and small island, the highest mountain was full of desolate and exposed giant rocks, a small temple stood on the top of the mountain, and five or six natives were silently worshipping in the temple.

The statue at the top was carved from giant rocks, but it appeared very white. At this moment, it shook constantly, dropping fine gravel, and fine stone powder slowly fell, scattering all over the ground with a clatter.

A group of natives knelt down at a loss, kowtowing constantly, only to see the statue burst, and a small infant jumped out.

This infant was covered in blood, and actually only had a head and arms, with nothing below the chest. He fell to the ground with a thud, and a middle-aged voice actually came from his mouth:

"Ah! Ah! Damn it! Damn it! Which fairy sect disciple is it..."

This infant was naturally E Wu. His eyes shed blood and tears, and he opened his small mouth. The group of natives immediately lost their minds, stepped forward and hurriedly stuffed their hands into his mouth. E Wu swallowed an arm in one bite, and immediately grew much larger, already looking like seventeen or eighteen years old.

But this physical body still looked terrifying, just two arms, a shoulder topped with a head. E Wu's face changed, and the image of senior brother Mutuo being destroyed in body and spirit suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Damn it... this person is strange."

He summoned the last native, raised a hand, his nails were as sharp as knives, and he swung it lightly, cutting off the person from the chest up. He pressed his hands hard on the ground, jumped up on the spot, and connected it seamlessly to the chest.

"Much more comfortable now!"

E Wu walked two steps, a smile appeared on his face, but it quickly solidified on his face.

"Puff!"

An inexplicable fluctuation erupted from the original arm on the upper body, shattering the mortal body of the lower body. E Wu fell to the ground with a thud, his heart cold.

"What a brilliant fairy technique!"

No matter how powerful the Shixiu's life-preserving ability was, he could not live in this posture for a long time. Although the Shixiu scriptures claimed that the physical body was a boat to cross the world and could be replaced at will, if there was no such boat for a long time, he was afraid he would drown in the red dust.

At the moment, he understood that if he couldn't find any precious medicine and blood food suitable for himself, he was afraid he would die in two or three years. He couldn't wait for him to find a quiet place to cultivate slowly. He couldn't wait any longer, so he had to bite the bullet, ride the wind, and fly to the nearest island.

E Wu originally had some hatred in his heart, but now only full of fear remained, and he secretly thought:

"Fortunately, senior brother is dead... the Qin Ling orthodoxy has fallen into my own hands. If I can survive this disaster... I will go to the South Sea and never return to this ghost place again..."

Such a body with only arms floated in the air, drifting towards the west. E Wu was full of despair, only secretly praying:

"World Honored One bless! World Honored One bless! There must be a mortal island without Foundation Establishment protection... whether the disciple can continue the Qin Ling orthodoxy... depends on this trip!"

(End of chapter)

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