Mo Xiuyuan didn't wait for the second arrow, and stepped forward, maybe others didn't see what Su Wen did to Du Yichen and Jiang Mian, but he clearly noticed that immortal aura that was not weak, and when he stepped out, the snow surface lifted, like an earth dragon rolling, and a Hongmeng aura spread out from the sleeveless arm, hanging on the arm like a long snake.

Su Wen quickly pulled out the second arrow from the quiver, and squatted on the ground with his legs staggered, so as to stabilize the longbow, but before he could pull the bow, Mo Xiuyuan suddenly raised his arm, and the Hongmeng qi galloped into the ground, and the next moment the entire school field sank, like a rock washed by Baizhang Yinchuan under the waterfall cliff, bearing the weight of thousands of jun, Su Wen suddenly prostrate on the ground, and the aura rolling in the space crushed every inch of his skin, unable to move.

"This is Senior Brother Chang's Spiritual Plating Table. Immediately, someone recognized Mo Xiuyuan's methods.

This is the fate of Mo Xiuyuan's cultivation, one fate becomes one, from the Southern Tang Dynasty ink step to the north, just like a statue walking between heaven and earth, constantly adding vacancies.

Su Wen obviously had already expected that the dim light attached to the surface of the body was suddenly illuminated, and the god's Dharma body fed back to the image, reproducing the ghost scene, but the original quiet ghost fire was replaced by the dazzling fire, and the lower body seemed to have ripples and ripples like weak water, and the ghost shadow rushed up, Su Wen was like a beast that had escaped from the cage and jumped up from the ground, two fingers and the tail of the arrow, the bowstring was as tight as a full moon, the long arrow was out of his hand, only to hear the whoosh of piercing the eardrum, and the air flow in front of the bow seemed to evaporate instantly, It's just that the little servant didn't use it much later, and felt that it was troublesome, so why bother taking off his pants and farting when he was obviously solving it with a knife, but Su Wen's arrow was left, if the little servant rushed out with a simple knife, there would always be someone behind him to press the formation, this is the truth he saw from the book, when he practiced swords in the past, he only opened his bow and didn't take the arrow, so he stood on the stake in an open bow posture for an hour or two, and then silently collected the bow, and he could suppress the restlessness of the arrow in his heart is the real ability of a master with arrows.

An arrow shot the earth dragon, the ground was quiet and then more exaggerated trembling, a white light flew out of the ground, straight to Mo Xiuyuan's chest, this arrow was impartial and just right, Mo Xiuyuan couldn't hide, and he didn't seem to want to hide, the Hongmeng qi around his arm grabbed the void in front of him along the palm of his hand, and after several afterimages flashed, a white bone arrow was finally condensed in his palm, and the space around him shook violently, but Mo Xiuyuan's palm was still unable to hold it, maintaining this posture, his body suddenly retreated, his feet did not leave the ground, but dragged out two hundred-foot-long deep ditches on the ground, and with a bang, he smashed the wall under the high platform with arrows, and Zhao Feifei tapped lightly under his feet, A heavy qi machine wrapped the crumbling high wall in front along the ground, and the palm of Mo Xiuyuan's hand holding the arrow body was violently bounced open, and the slightly deviated bone arrow pierced his left rib, penetrating and nailing into the wall behind him, like a mirror that was hit by a flying stone, and the crack quickly spread into a net, splitting a human-shaped pit along Mo Xiuyuan's back.

The corners of Mo Xiuyuan's mouth were bloody, his whole body arched back, and he made a circle of blood holes that were obviously twice as large as the bone arrows, and the blood was gushing like a spring, this was a real injury, since Mo Xiuyuan entered the mansion, it was even the first time in five years that he was injured to such an extent, just like no one knew where he came from, nor did he know how many sect families he had set foot in the Southern Tang Dynasty in the past five years, and there were only four words that came out.

Blood dripped on the upper of his shoes, and he pulled his body out of the arrow tremblingly, and then he didn't care about the bleeding injury, his body galloped, completely unaffected, as if he was retreating a hundred feet backwards, almost at the moment when Su Wen pulled out the third arrow, the latter's wrist holding the arrow was held down by a blood-stained palm, and then another palm slapped against his face, Su Wen turned over the longbow and pressed the white palm with the bowstring, the bowstring that had always been pulled outward was pressed hard for the first time, Su Wen abandoned the bone arrow in his hand, raised his foot and hooked the strap of the quiver, and then the bowstring tightened and bounced back two feet away, a little toe, and an arrow feather flew out of the quiver, the figure retreated and opened the bow in his hand.

Mo Xiuyuan did not chase after him, he held the bone arrow with one hand and put it on his shoulder, his waist suddenly exerted his strength, twisted the wound and swept out a circle of blood mist, and finally turned his upper body into a palm with his waist, and threw the bone arrow in his hand like a spear, drawing a full half-arc, the sound was not inferior to Su Wen opening the dragon bow, and even more advantageous, Su Wen could pull the bowstring, and then he noticed that the sharp edge was coming, and he didn't care about the bowstring at all, let go of his fingers, and the long arrow roared out, and the two edges were made at the same time, and the sound wave that almost penetrated the eardrum spread, and the nearest Su Wenkou sprayed blood, and was overturned by the raging wind and waves of impact, the two white points of light stopped in mid-air, but they hung but did not fall.

"Click. ”

The more sour friction sound came from the air, the contradiction contested, one side was sharp, the other side was solid, but what if the two spears were fighting, a crack spread out from the contact point like lightning to both ends, and the arrow body still maintained a forward attitude, and finally suddenly dispersed from the edge into a sky of powder and continued to spread backwards, and the two spiritual weapons that made countless people's eyes chase were so jade, and Feng Xiu almost scolded his mother in pain on the high platform.

Su Wen, who opened three bows in a row, sweated like rain, his face was as pale as paper, five of the eight spiritual palaces were already empty, and his right arm was even more shaking, not only flesh and blood, but also the meridians were as painful as if they had been drawn out of life, although it was not a means to injure the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred, but if the last arrow could not be determined, he had already lost ninety percent.

Mo Xiuyuan covered the blood hole under his ribs with one hand, just now he had tried to heal his wounds with magic techniques, but found that an evil aura lingered at the wound, making it impossible for spiritual power to condense, so he had to rely on the most superficial way to tie the wound, and the internal injuries could only be endured by him, and there were three arrows, judging from the feeling that he had just thrown one by himself, Su Wen could shoot at most one, but he didn't want to take the risk, the best choice was to make the other party unable to draw the arrow.

Su Wen, who did not rush out the arrow, put the big bow in front of him, took out two bone arrows and pinned them behind his waist, and left the last arrow in the quiver, how to make the arrow firmly nail where it should be, it is best to stand closer, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the flying quiver, and his body rushed forward with the momentum, and he actually went towards Mo Xiuyuan, Mo Xiuyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he retreated fifty steps under his feet, just when the quiver fell in front of Su Wen's eyes, a ball of mud mixed with snow and soil was kicked up by him, hit the falling quiver to make it fly again, one person and one arrow further fifty steps, the spirit and spiritual power were as full as the bow in his hand, and finally when the quiver fell in front of Su Wen's eyes again, Quickly stretched out his palm and pulled out the bone arrow from the quiver, but at the moment when the palm touched the tail of the arrow, as if holding a thousand catties of heavy burden, the bone arrow dragged Su Wen's figure and fell to the ground rapidly.

Su Wen deftly rolled forward, let go of the arrow, and then got up again and pulled out the second arrow behind him, at this moment he was only ten steps away from Mo Xiuyuan, the cloudless clear sky, after the snow stopped, there was a rare blank, boom, a dull thunder sound rolled up, from one of the three major lines of ink Thunder Hall, suddenly the thick clouds made up, a wrist-thick thunderbolt fell straight towards Su Wen Tianling, the arrow that should have pointed in front of him had to be raised above his head, like a thunderbolt rushing from the ground to the sky and rushed up, and the thunder in mid-air folded together, instantly splitting the power of heavenly punishment, The bone arrow went retrograde and made the power of heaven and earth that countless monks heard of be torn apart, and an arrow broke through the black clouds and reappeared brightly, just when the first beam of light was sprinkled again, Su Wen just got up and stuck in front of Mo Xiuyuan, and the last arrow was stubbornly put on the bowstring by him, and his trembling right arm struggled to pull the bowstring, only to achieve less than a third of the opening, but such a close distance seemed to be enough.

It's just that he was too close to Mo Xiuyuan after all, so close that the sword of all beings cut off all his illusions at the moment it was unsheathed, and the bright and dazzling sword light swept over the people in the stands behind Su Wen, drowning everyone's vision in the white light, in the brilliance, Su Wen vomited blood and flew out, and the dragon bow blocked the wide blade for him, and it also smashed heavily on his chest, Mo Xiuyuan bent down to pick up the bone arrow that opened the bow but failed to shoot, the cold wind was cold, blowing the tips of his hair, and everything was over.

Even those who had never been optimistic about Su Wen couldn't say the cool words they had been thinking about for a long time at this moment, no matter what, Su Wen was the first monk to force Mo Xiuyuan to such a point, and it seemed that the academy that the Northern Wei Dynasty had always been proud of was finally crushed by a Southern Tang Dynasty man from the inside out.

Su Wen struggled to sit up, cross-legged the dragon bow in front of him, everyone waited for him for ten breaths, but never waited for those two words.

"You lost. Mo Xiuyuan chuckled, without the pride of a winner, he always felt that something was missing.

"It seems so. Su Wen said with a miserable smile, but he brazenly refused to say those two words, because he wanted to ask one thing, "Will you kill me?"

Mo Xiuyuan paused for a moment, looked at the benevolent Grand Priest on the high platform, and then said in a deep voice: "Yes, this is the fate of you and me, and when it comes to the result." ”

"Sure enough, Mo Xiuyuan, you guy is very hypocritical. Su Wen staggered to his feet and stood still, put the bow behind his back, and calmly pressed the thumb of his right hand on the dragon's tongue on his waist, "I can lose, but I don't want to die." ”

"I originally had twenty-three fates, and I came to the north to go to eight paths, and I saved you from five paths, and I just used two more paths, and there are still eight fates, what else do you have. Mo Xiuyuan said like a few family treasures, not to show off, but to tell the other party another fact, Mo Xiuyuan, a person who cultivates fate, is only for cultivating fate in this life, and you are only a fate in my eyes.

"I also have a fate, a fate that you will never be able to cultivate. Su Wen's thumb was lightly raised, and the cold mangs suddenly amazed the heavens and the earth, even the great priest who had always sat peacefully opened his eyes suddenly, Zhao Feifei smiled and said nothing, as the head of the heaven and earth, Ling Tiangong has a collection of thousands of Dao methods in one place, these are the fate of heaven and earth and the world, Mo Xiuyuan's cultivation is the fate of the Tao, in the final analysis, it is just for Ling Tiangong to practice the Tao of heaven and earth to all beings, but there is a person who does not come from heaven and earth, there was a person who borrowed a sword to ask the Tao, not to ask, but to preach, to prove the existing way, to prove his own way。

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