Chapter 2285 [Shangxie] Measure
The firelight was swayed by the wind, casting flowing shadows on the ground from the tall copper pillars.
The long night has not yet passed, but the air is already filled with the smell of blood.
In an instant, the sword light was like snow, swooping down from the sky, and with a swish, it cut through a large area of light.
The dark night was turned into day, and the moment the sound of the wind was cut off, handfuls of enchanting blood spurted out again. When the bright sword light disappeared, the tip of the sword illuminated Xia Fuyi's face. The pair of peach blossom eyes that should have been bright were now colder than the sword. Just a flash was enough to make people's hearts tremble with fear.
Seeing the disciples of Jian Ge dying one after another at the hands of her sword, Zhan Luoying, standing high on the stairs, frowned slightly, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh.
When he opened his eyes again, a man suddenly appeared behind him, holding a black bow and arrow, with a quiver on his back. His tight clothes looked as deep and cold as the night.
Zhan Luoying didn't look back, but just stared at Xia Fuyi, whose green robe was fluttering in the wind in the square. After staring blankly for a moment, he heard the sound of a bow coming from the side.
Just by the sound, one could imagine the black bow being gradually stretched to its full length. Zhan Luoying still did not turn around, but simply said,
"You should know your limits."
The man's voice was cold.
"What limits should I know?"
He asked,
"How should I behave when facing someone who has killed countless of my Sword Pavilion disciples?"
Mu Ningqing, who had been rescued from the devil by Xia Fuyi and then abandoned by her in a desperate situation, and had called her "little master" countless times, held the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other, slowly pulling the string to full strength, then narrowed his eyes, caught the figure that was lightly leaping into the air, then gritted his teeth and suddenly let go.
The long arrow flew away through the wind.
Xia Fuyi, who was pointed at by the long arrow, looked up as if she sensed something. The star-like tip of the arrow quickly expanded and approached in her sight. Her pupils shrank, and she didn't have time to look at the archer. She took a deep breath and made a thrilling turn. At the same time, the Dragon Abyss in her hand blocked the feather arrow with a clang.
However, before she landed, the second arrow arrived.
At the same time, the Sword Pavilion disciples around them had launched another attack, but each of them left a trail of the arrow as if they had anticipated it, and Xia Fuyi suddenly found it even more difficult.
With a "pu" sound, the tip of the arrow pierced the flesh, but Xia Fuyi didn't even pause. She pulled out the feather arrow that had shot into her left shoulder with one hand, and at the same time turned around and flew out, heading straight towards the direction from which the arrow came.
On the steps, Mu Ningqing tilted his head slightly in the darkness, reached out and grabbed the flying arrow.
The arrow, infused with powerful internal energy, trembled and exploded in his hand, leaving only the tip of the arrow in his hand.
Mu Ningqing looked down and saw that the sharp arrow in his hand had cut his palm and some blood flowed out, but more of it was the scarlet blood from that person's body.
It feels moist and warm in my hand.
Mu Ningqing looked at it for a moment, raised his head expressionlessly, threw away the broken arrow, and without hesitation, put the arrow on the bow and pulled the string again.
The bow was like a full moon. Under the moonlight, the man in the square was already in a mess, but the sharpness in his eyes was still as sharp as a knife, and the cold murderous aura in his every move was undiminished. The two hundred Sword Pavilion disciples waiting here tonight had been killed by her, and only a few were left.
The tip of the arrow was aimed at the cold-blooded killer among the corpses on the ground, and just when he was about to release the bowstring, a figure suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision.
Although she was slender and petite, she rushed towards the center of the swordplay at a lightning speed.
Mu Ningqing withdrew his gaze and indifferently let go of the arrow.
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