I really don't want to be a traitor

A woman, covered in blood, trudged through the desert as far as the eye could see.

She is Achang, the Holy Master of Arrows in the Daci Dynasty.

With Achang's eyesight, he could have seen far away!
But the yellow sand rolled up by the storm covered the sky and blocked the sun. Even she, the majestic Holy Master of Arrows, could not see within a hundred feet.

Zheng!
The sound of gold and stone!

There were actually several chains hidden deep in the yellow sand, which suddenly struck and wrapped around Achang.

Her feet were stuck in the sand, making it difficult for her to move.

The iron ropes entangled him and finally held Achang firmly in place!

In fact, Achang has almost reached the edge of this sea of ​​sand and is about to escape.

She had shattered hundreds of iron ropes in the sneak attack!

What was wrapped around her body were the last few iron ropes.

But when the manpower is exhausted, what about Achang who was seriously injured?

After the duel between man and formation, Achang was finally defeated due to lack of physical strength?
No.

Achang suddenly looked up!

She stared directly at the scorching sun high in the sky, even though the rays of the sun stung her eyes!

"So...you are here?"

Found it, the person who arranged the formation.

Achang still doesn't know who the other party is, but he thinks he has a close relationship with Yan Yuan. Otherwise, how could he have tried so hard to use formations to fight him to this extent?
She knew that the other party's cultivation was not as good as hers!
Helpless, the array master is such a cheating existence.

Arrange the formation in advance, lure the enemy into the urn, and defeat the enemy by relying on the strategic advantage of waiting for work.

The advantage of the formation master in front of him was even more obvious, because he was seriously injured by Emperor Jiajing first.

"Ah."

"I won."

Achang spoke as if talking to himself.

"It's a pity that you only have these two battles to leave. If there were one more battle, I would definitely be defeated."

"You are in the Hedao realm."

"You will never be able to make up for the gap in realm."

"Go to the underworld and accompany Yan Yuan."

As he spoke, Achang bent his bow and drew an arrow again.

The bowstring condensed with spiritual energy was stretched to the limit!
The arrow was indeed aimed at the scorching sun in the sky.

As Achang's arrow locked its target, the wind and clouds in the sky suddenly changed, and the scorching sun changed, turning into the appearance of a beautiful woman.

"Amazing formation master, please say your name before you die." Achang said calmly.

She has experienced countless killings.

When she was still a mortal village woman, even her husband was killed by her own arrows.

Achang can kill people as calmly as drinking water.

Escape is impossible.

In the whole world, except Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty and his eldest sister, no one can escape after being locked by the power of his own arrows.

Achang is sure that he will never miss.

"My name is Lu Fubao."

"Yan Yuan is my senior brother."

Lu Fubao can have many dazzling identities.

Queen of Jin Dynasty!

The daughter of Marquis Wenxin, Lu Chunqiu!

The best mage in the world!
But at this moment, she came for revenge, and her only identity was that of the great scholar Yan Yuan's junior sister.

Achang was stunned.

"Are you Lu Chunqiu's daughter?"

"Lu Chunqiu is Fan Li's man, Fan Li dares to show his hand with Daci?!"

An important piece of information!
Achang immediately decided that after killing Lu Fubao, he would immediately warn the Daci Dynasty.

In addition to assassination, the Holy Lord of Arrow also has a natural advantage in transmitting information.

The farthest range of her archery is actually an arrow thousands of miles away. Although the lethality must be given up, it is suitable for transmitting information.

"Die!"

An arrow was shot out with Achang's determination to kill.

She was only in the Hedao realm. Even if she was seriously injured, one arrow was enough to kill her.

In the sky, Lu Fubao did not dodge or avoid.

Arrow through the heart!
Achang even saw Lu Fubao's eyes widening, as if he was unwilling to die.

She smiled. This formation was quite thrilling, and I was almost intercepted and killed by a practitioner in the Hedao Realm.

"Fortunately I..."

Before Achang finished speaking, he saw Lu Fubao's body that had been hit by an arrow disappearing in the air, turning into a phantom! ?

Oh, it's suddenly dark!
It's so dark that you can't even see your fingers!
Achang had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. These were not the two formations that had been entangled with her for a long time.

And a third team? !

"You have seen Guo Fengxiao's [Beacon Fire Yellow Sand Formation] and Zhou Gongjin's [Iron Lock Hengjiang Formation]."

"I still have a third formation, let me open your eyes too."

The dark sky suddenly lit up with lights!

One, two, three... There are seven bronze lamps in total, with simple shapes and profound charm, as if they have existed for eternity!
Of the seven bronze lamps, only six were actually lit.

The only one that went out had an arrow stuck in it. It was the arrow that was supposed to hit Lu Fubao's heart!

Achang's eyes, which had always been firm and unyielding, finally showed panic.

"Zhuge Liang, seven stars praying for blessings?!"

She once secretly assisted Wanli and shot out all seven bronze lamps. How could she not recognize this formation?

"No!"

"I can't die!"

"The dream of the Pure Land has not yet been realized, and I have not yet repaid my eldest sister's kindness!"

Achang spit out a mouthful of blood.

Her spiritual power was almost exhausted, and if she tried to use it forcefully, she would have to pay the price with her life before she could barely regain some combat power.

Bow!

Nocking an arrow!

Achang wants to shoot out the seven bronze lamps one by one like he did many years ago!

However, just as she raised her arms, she saw the only extinguished bronze lamp suddenly flickered with light, and the light was rekindled, illuminating the world!
"impossible!"

"I've even put out Zhuge Liang's lights!"

"How can it be rekindled?!"

Lu Fubao's voice sounded from all directions at the same time.

"Before his death, Marquis Wu had already corrected the flaws of the [Seven Stars Praying Formation]."

"And I am lucky enough to inherit it."

The words fell.

Seven bronze lamps lit up at the same time, condensing the shape of a blue dragon in the night sky.

"hold head high!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world!

Qinglong's eyes suddenly locked on Achang, with such murderous intent that the Holy Master of the Mahayana Realm could not help but tremble!

Achang wants to escape!
Although her opponent was only in the Hedao realm, her only thought at the moment was to escape.

Her arrow path is not suitable for face-to-face combat with the enemy.

She is used to hiding in dark places and far away, and shooting arrows that make people unprepared!
But now, Achang's legs were stuck in the sand, and his body was trapped by the iron rope.

Can't escape! ?

"Ding Zhongyuan·Qinglong Yanyue!"

Lu Fubao let out a coo!
Her voice is sweet, still like a young girl, but she has an aura that sweeps the world!
"hold head high!!!!!!"

The Qinglong Qi form moves forward indomitably!

It penetrates the distance between heaven and earth!

It also penetrated Achang’s body!
There was no blood, no separation of flesh and blood.

However, the vitality in the eyes of the Holy Lord of Arrows quickly receded until both pupils were dilated.

The green dragon returned to the sky and divided into seven lights.

The bronze lamp disappeared, the yellow sand disappeared, and the iron ropes turned into cold air and dissipated.

The world returns to its true colors, and this is still the original mountain forest.

The altar is still there.

Yan Yuan's spiritual status is still there.

Under the white banner that read 'Achang, the Holy Lord of Arrows, died here today', there was indeed Achang's lifeless body lying there.

Lu Fubao, dressed in Confucian robes, knelt in front of the memorial tablet.

Kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

Tears fell from Fu Bao's beautiful cheeks, and she whispered: "Brother, please rest in peace."