Seeing such a spectacular scene, Sun Changkong couldn't help but be fascinated, and the other audiences present were completely shocked by its grand momentum, and they all held their breath, looking forward to a desireless counterattack. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The volume of the blow was huge, and the fog in the field was blown away at that time. The rest of the wind blew the stone slabs of the ground open, and the bones rolled in the field.

"No one!"

When the flying fly saw the situation on the other side, he was surprised to find that the desirelessness that was originally in the fog had disappeared out of thin air. The time is so short, and no one on the other side has a chance to get out, so where can he hide?

That is, a ten-thousandth of a second later, he suddenly felt a heart-rending pain coming from behind him. Under the effect of this deterioration, his body fell forward rapidly in the shape of a large character, and immediately fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.

Without any desire to withdraw his palm, he nodded in satisfaction.

How he managed to escape the fly's gaze and get behind it, no one knows. Even Sun Changkong was confused, haunted by the mystery. If it was him just now, wouldn't he be a failure?

Fortunately, the person on stage is a fly. A fierce orc who is nearly two feet tall.

He was lying head down, breathing weakly, and there was a charred black burn mark on his back, and in the middle he could even see the bones with blood inside. However, he did not die. He's still alive.

This is probably the first time that Wu Xian has encountered such a tricky opponent, and until now he still has lingering fears about the blow that broke the wind just now. If it weren't for the foresight of him to learn a technique that specializes in maneuvering with long-distance opponents, I am afraid that he would have been seriously injured by now.

While thinking about the battle scene just now, he had no desire to slowly walk to the vicinity of the flying fly, almost wondering if the other party still had combat power. At this moment, a calloused and slender palm had unknowingly clamped his ankle and threw it out in an instant.

Under the violent shock, blood rushed out of the mouth. As soon as Wuxian was about to get up, he heard three consecutive arrows roaring. The power of the air arrow was so great that it not only hit three of his limbs, but also broke through his body and flew out.

The blood flowed happily like a stream, and he stood in place in embarrassment, breathing and gasping for breath, leaning on his remaining leg.

"Hahaha, no desire, you also have today!"

The flying fly reached into his arms, tugged hard, and pulled a worn talisman directly from it. Don't look at its appearance, but its defensive performance is very superior, not weaker than some of the best armor in the human world. He had purchased it from a black marketeer at a high price, in order to prevent encountering a high-damage enemy like Desireless. Relying on the ability of the protective suit, he can ensure that his main function is not affected by external forces, and only leaves some injuries on the surface. That's how he deceived the eyes of Desireless.

Now, he has stripped his desireless arms and made them no longer a threat. Just in case, he fired a third arrow, breaking the other party's desire to flee for his life. Now the desirelessness is a piece of fish meat on the board, to be slaughtered by flying flies.

Sun Changkong's palms couldn't help clenching, he couldn't be clearer about what kind of person he was without desire. Unexpectedly, he, who was almost at the top of the beast fighter, would also capsize in the gutter, which had to be regrettable. The trend of no desire is gone, or it will be defeated in a moment and a half.

Desireless's handsome face was slightly swollen red, almost dripping blood. He bit his lower lip fiercely with two rows of bright teeth, and his appearance was really exciting, which made countless girls move. The flying fly had already come to him, less than four feet away, and another eagle's eye shone sharply, staring at each other.

However, at this moment, Wuxian made an unexpected move.

He suddenly opened his mouth, and his red lips spewed out a cloud of blood mist. The strange red mist of this ink bamboo was extremely active, as if it had vitality, and it did not fall at all, and it was all thrown at the unprepared flying fly.

Seeing this, the flying fly retreated forty or fifty steps, but it still couldn't resist the speed of the blood mist catching up. Because the distance between the two was so close, he didn't have time to fight back. What's even worse is that he saw a trace of fire in the blood mist, and once it was touched, it must be another burning catastrophe.

Seeing that the blood mist was about to surround him, the flying fly suddenly changed the bone bow of his left hand to his right hand, and took the opportunity of fleeing backwards, hooking the three fingers of his left hand on the arrow string, and raising his head to the sky to "empty" the three arrows. Although it was said to be three arrows, in fact, he only pulled the bowstring once in the whole process. The number of arrows was determined by the sound of three rapid but clear arrows in the air. But why he shot three arrows angrily into the sky, the audience couldn't understand.

Although the fly's air arrows are colorless and formless, a sharp-eyed person can roughly judge the direction of the arrows by using the air ripples that occur on their trajectory. He clearly saw that the three fast-moving air arrows turned to the air after shooting into the air for more than a hundred feet.

Don't look at the three arrows at the same time, but the targets of the attack are different.

One of the largest feathers was slightly similar to the previous air-breaking blow, but the range was smaller, and it could only be used in an extremely limited space. Its object is the mist of blood, and it will blow it away and annihilate it.

The second arrow was aimed at the fly. The thief captures the king first, and the desireless is the "king" of the blood mist. As long as you kill him, all evil will be solved.

This third arrow feather is what Sun Changkong can't understand the most. Its attack angle is the most direct, and its prey is actually its own master, the fly, to be exact, the surface of his feet. How could he not think of a move to kill himself in public?

It wasn't until the next moment that Sun Changkong figured out the truth of the matter.

Although the first arrow was powerful and the arrow wind was extremely strong, for some reason, it passed through the blood mist, but it did not cause half a breeze, such as entering the vast ocean, and the power contained in the arrow disappeared in an instant, turning into an ordinary air current.

The second arrow was to snipe Desireless, but no one expected that the person who had been there and was seriously injured would disappear out of thin air again. The arrow did not give up the attack because of the loss of the target, but in a domineering way of crushing the mountain and rubble, it was pulled into the protective wall on the side. A hard wall made of special materials collapsed, leaving the faces of several spectators on the side bloodied.

The first two arrows all failed, which was a heavy blow to the flyfly. It was more painful than slashing him twice and stabbing him twice. However, he seemed to have guessed this outcome, and when he was dying, the belated third arrow stroked his hair. Rubbing the right shoulder blade, he cut the left gluteal muscle, and swept towards his left foot in a daze. No, it's not the left foot, it's the ground slightly behind the left foot.

The body of the arrow sank into the stone slab, and when it disintegrated a large piece of dirt below, the countless dust that emerged immediately surrounded the blood mist, which was not weak, and allowed its "members" to invade the opponent's body, causing its hidden power to quickly dissipate.

"Bang Bang"

The blood mist seemed to feel that its existence was threatened, so it was fortunately released in place, which caused a series of explosions to roar, and for a while, the smoke was everywhere, the fire was full of fire, and the temperature in the field immediately increased by dozens of degrees, which made the flying flies still in the field miserable.

But for him, this is not the most tragedies. The explosion just launched had a wide range of effects, so that even if he had tried his best to run, he still couldn't escape the damage of the fire poison and explosion, and he was blown up on the spot, pitch black from top to bottom, and his face was covered with blood, looking really embarrassed.

Fortunately, he was still standing, even though the hand holding the bow was still shaking involuntarily. His gaze was no longer as clear as before, as blurry as when he looked at the object in front of him.

As an archer, vision is one of the most important factors. With it, you'll be able to win every battle. Without him, you would be worthless.

Now, the flyfly is a little overwhelmed. Because the environment was so chaotic that he couldn't immediately tell where the enemy was. That is, in the hesitation of a tenth of a second, the ghost-like figure of Desireless finally appeared.

He stood with his head held high, the three arrow wounds on his body were no longer bleeding, and the damaged muscles and muscles had largely recovered, at least he could move freely.

His right hand was held upward, and in his palm was a pale blue flame that kept jumping and churning, like a mischievous elf, naughty but very obedient.

Listen only to words without desire.

The fly realizes that the situation is not good and wants to get out of the way. But under the control of Desireless, the fire spirit was quite agile, and in between breaths, it had already jumped onto the fly's body, tossing back and forth on the ground. Every time the fire spirit lands, it will cause the opponent's body to appear residual firelight, although these fires are almost lethal, but in the eyes of the fly, it is as terrible as cutting meat.

"Pick up your bow or you will die!"

The sudden words of Desireless made the flying fly quite shocked. Whether the other party was a kind reminder or another conspiracy, he didn't know. From the tone of the voice, he could be sure of one thing, the other party's injuries had healed.

How he healed and recovered in such a short period of time, the flying fly couldn't guess. All he could think of was that the tide was gone.

As the saying goes, feng shui takes turns. didn't expect that Desireless would occupy an absolute advantage so quickly, and such an ending made the flying fly a little difficult to accept. The victory that is obviously close at hand, how can you say that it is gone if it is not?

His bleeding left hand clenched the bone arch slightly, and his eyes were full of remorse and unwillingness. But at this point, what else could he do? Should he give up resistance, or give up his life? In an instant, his hard work day and night, as well as countless blood, tears and sweat, made him wake up like a dream. Since the arrow has been released, how can there be any reason to turn back? Even if he knows that there is a dead end ahead, he must move forward without hesitation.

The fire spirit on the flyfly's body seemed to have been stimulated by some outside world, and its body immediately became much more magnificent. However, at this moment, the white bone bow was pulled up again, and the big index fingers of the right hand were twisted on the string.

"Eat my blow, kill the arrow!"

At this moment, everything is silent.

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