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Chapter 530: Famous East Desolate Demon Bow! (15 supplements)
"What! How dare you not let us go!" The Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan suddenly turned around and stared at Su Ming in mid-air, his voice was solemn and slightly sharp.
"This is the Nine Saints Realm. Our Bat Saint Clan is one of the Saint Clan. There are hundreds of people in your little Witch Clan. Do you really want to be exterminated! And you, even if you are good at cultivation, but you provoke me, the Bat Saint Clan, you will die without a doubt!" The words of this Golden Thread Clan member were gloomy, but when Su Ming looked at him, he could see at a glance that he looked stern but was sullen on the inside.
Following the sharp voice of the Golden Thread Clan, the bat saints around him all became ferocious again, with red eyes, staring at Su Ming. Although they were afraid, they had to do something at this moment. Such a look.
"Mo...Senior Mo, let them go..." Nangong Hen hesitated for a moment and spoke in a low voice to Su Ming.
Su Ming glanced at Nangong Hen. Since no one here wanted to kill too much, Su Ming, as an outsider, would naturally not get too involved. After asking what he wanted to know, Su Ming also I have something to do, so I won't stay here long.
"You are a wise man from the Witch Clan!" The Golden Thread Clan member breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but still snorted coldly with a stern expression. He concluded that the Witch Clan did not dare to provoke the Bat Saint Clan too much, but he was very uneasy. In his opinion, Su Ming, who was very frightened, was about to leave quickly at this moment.
But at this moment, the unconscious Tiemu who was being supported by his tribe struggled to open his eyes and spoke hoarsely to Su Ming.
"Don't let them go!! How can you let those who kill my clan members off like this! If Brother Mo hadn't arrived today, our clan would have been wiped out and the entire clan would have died... This revenge is so great that it must be avenged!!"
"But..." Nangong Hen hesitated.
"But what! Will they thank us if we let them go? They will no longer invade, and they will no longer hunt us as prey!! Nangong Hen, you are stupid!!
Brother Mo, Tiemou implores you to take action and kill all of these Bat Saint Clan members without leaving any behind! ! "Tiemu struggled to speak, spurting out a large mouthful of blood due to excitement and anger. He gritted his teeth and was no longer unconscious. He was panting. His already old face became even older now, like an oil lamp that could be extinguished at any time. .
"As long as Brother Mo helps, we will comply with all requirements, and we can even recognize Brother Mo as the master!!" Tie Mu's complexion was a little rosy at the moment, which was obviously the reflection of the exhausted lamp.
The look of the Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan in the sky suddenly changed at this moment, and he galloped away without any hesitation, even the tribesmen around him had no time to pay attention.
"As you wish, but you don't have to recognize the master." Su Ming glanced at Tiemu. Scenes of the old man's past with him came to mind. These memories were a little blurry, but now they are slowly becoming clearer.
This old man is on his deathbed and will not live long. Even if there is a panacea at this moment, it will be difficult to retain his vitality, unless he is like Su Ming, who has Zhu Jiuyin's good fortune.
Su Ming sighed secretly. When he looked back, he looked at the surrounding valley. He raised his right hand and grabbed the void. Immediately outside a cave in the valley, a war wizard stood outside the cave. The evil bow in his hand flew out and was struck by Su Ming. Take a hold.
Holding the dark evil bow, Su Ming took a step towards the air. In the sky, he looked at the hundreds of Bat Saint tribe members scattered in the distance and escaping quickly. His eyes gradually grew colder. He held the bow in his left hand and the bow in his right hand. Lifting the bow string, there was a buzzing sound, and the evil bow that only a war wizard could pull was completely drawn.
As the bow was opened, wisps of golden light emitted from Su Ming's body and condensed into an arrow of golden light. The moment Su Ming released the bow string with his right hand, the golden light roared and set off a wave of shocking ripples, like a scratch. Like the sky, it went straight into the distance. With a roar, several members of the Bat Saint Clan were directly penetrated by the stabbing arrows and collapsed and died.
Su Ming didn't pause, and drew the evil bow again, attracting attention from all around, especially those war witches, their eyes showed fanaticism.
You must know that this evil bow can only be opened once in the Wu Clan. If you want to open it a second time in a short period of time, the price will be extremely tragic.
But now Su Ming has done it twice in a row without any stagnation in the process, which shows that his physical strength has surpassed those of those war wizards by countless times.
The second arrow, the third arrow, the fourth arrow, the fifth arrow...
Su Ming stood there, drawing the bow and arrow again and again. The speed was so fast that in the end, almost as soon as the bowstring was loosened, he drew it again immediately. The buzzing sound roared, the heaven and the earth roared, and a large series of ripples rushed across the sky. .
Under each arrow, every arrow shot out would cause a roar, and several people from the Bat Saint Clan would scream and die. No matter how fast they ran away, no matter how far away they were at the moment, each arrow would He took his life and left, destroying every life with his shocking momentum.
In thirty breaths, Su Ming shot a total of more than 90 arrows, causing the sky to become distorted and the roaring sounds to overlapping and deafening. It also made the bat saints who were far away trembled with fear and frightened their minds. Generally, they feel that these thirty breaths are like being in hell, like they have become prey!
Every time there is a roar from behind, there will be a tragic death of the same race. Every echo of the buzzing is likely to be the last sound heard in this life.
This kind of extreme fear is enough to make people's minds completely collapse. In thirty breaths of time, the number of them escaping went from hundreds to less than 20 people at this moment!
This kind of fear made the remaining Bat Saints tremble, let out a sharp roar of fear, and desperately ran away at the fastest speed.
When Su Ming opened the evil bow again, the bow broke with a bang. Unexpectedly, the evil bow could not withstand Su Ming's continuous use and it broke into pieces.
The people from the Witch Clan who were looking around at Su Ming were all stunned at this moment. They were very aware of the power of this evil bow, but the clearer they became, the more they were strongly shocked by the scene they saw.
Especially those war witches looked dull. They could not imagine what kind of power it would take to make this evil bow unable to withstand it and collapse.
Throwing away the shattered evil bow, Su Ming took a step forward. With just one step, his figure disappeared in an instant. This kind of disappearance was not because it was too fast for people to see clearly, but it was a true disappearance. , this is... teleportation!
The moment Su Ming's figure disappeared, he appeared in the distance outside the world, in front of a member of the Bat Saint Clan. This member of the Bat Saint Clan did not notice Su Ming's arrival at all, and even looked at the pupils of his eyes. Before Su Ming's figure could be reflected inside, Su Ming had already left.
As he left, the bat saint rushed forward a few feet, opened his mouth wide, and showed confusion. A blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, and his body fell straight to the ground.
The same scene appeared one after another in the sky. Most of the scattered Bat Saint clan members were like this, and their lives were harvested before they even noticed it.
Among them was a Zixian clansman. Although he sensed Su Ming's appearance, he couldn't avoid Su Ming's indifferent finger.
This finger felt to the Purple Line tribesman like the rules of the world. When it appeared, it gave him an inescapable sense of destiny. As his vision went dark, his head exploded.
Su Ming retracted his finger. This nameless finger was the murderous intention he had honed after countless reincarnations and endless years in the Immortal Realm.
This finger contains the fusion of the immortal world. Although it is not Su Ming's own past and future, there is positive and negative!
At this moment, in this world, there are only two bat saints who are still running away frantically. One is the golden-threaded bat clan, and the other one is injured. He does not know what secret technique he has used, and his escape speed is comparable to The Purple Thread Clan members of the Golden Thread Bat Clan.
These two people are in completely different directions. The gap is extremely far. They only look like a small dot, but it is getting blurry.
Su Ming's expression was calm, he looked down at the little snake with its head held high on his shoulder, and pointed at the Zixian tribe in the distance, the little snake immediately neighed and shot out from Su Ming's shoulder like lightning. He headed straight towards the Purple Line tribesman with incredible speed.
Here, Su Ming looked at the Golden Thread Clan member with a strange look in his eyes. In fact, if Tiemu hadn't awakened, Su Ming would have secretly caught up with him even if Nangong Hen didn't suggest killing the Bat Saint Clan member completely.
"The appearance of this bat saint is very similar to that of Yue Yi... There must be some connection, and in Zhu Jiuyin's body, the man I saw spoke the words of the three generations of barbarian gods before he died... Yue The wing was transformed by the fire barbarian, and in my memory the fire barbarian was destroyed by the barbarian god.
I just don't know if there is any connection here. "Su Ming's eyes flashed and his body disappeared from the spot.
In the sky, a member of the Golden Thread Clan of the Bat Saint Clan had a gloomy face, with fear and fear in his eyes. He felt the death of all his people, and once again felt the terror of the man named Mo Su.
"Damn, how could I encounter such a terrifying existence, whose physical strength can withstand more than ten purple line attacks? This level of strength is far beyond what I can bear!
I'm afraid even the elders of the clan would have difficulty doing this! !What kind of skills did he practice, and how could he achieve this level! !
His name is Mo Su. Judging from the appearance of those Wu clan people, they are familiar with this person, but most of the expressions of those Wu clan people are shocked. I guess this person is not so powerful in their memories, so in the end is he in the Nine Saint Realm? What kind of fortune has been obtained to become so terrifying!
The tenth month, could it be..." The golden-threaded bat clan took a breath and thought of a possibility. A month ago, a gap opened in the sky in the tenth month, and it looked like someone was there. The gap seemed to be torn open inside.
Thinking of this, the complexion of the golden-threaded bat clan changed drastically.
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