Xiao Nanhui finally came back to his senses. Without thinking too much, he took off his armor and followed Ding Weixiang.
Even at a distance of fifty steps, a top-tier warrior would need seven or eight leaps and bounds to close in. Meanwhile, even a mediocre archer from the Black Feather Battalion could shoot through a moving target three times.
What's more, the opponent is not an ordinary archer.
Bai Yun drew his bow and squinted his eyes to lock onto the two shadows moving quickly in the mist.
whoosh.
The black arrow passed by her scalp, but she did not waste any energy in dodging. She kept running at the same speed, saving the energy she would have used to look around and using it to rush forward.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Two more arrows. One grazed her right arm, and the other nearly pierced Ding Weixiang's shoulder blade.
However, both of them were determined not to retreat but to advance. They went up in two different directions without any prior agreement, betting that the fog would be the best cover and that they could win the last chance of survival within these fifty steps.
I don’t know if it was God’s blessing or the timing was just right, but when the woman put the last arrow on the bowstring, the sword and the knife finally arrived.
The sharp edge passed through the woman's ribs, went around her shoulder blade, and finally crossed across her neck.
The longbow fell to the ground with a thud, and the woman's long hair was disheveled. She wanted to raise her head and stand up like a ghost, but was pressed back by the swordsman and the swordsman without mercy in an instant.
Both men struck with great force, as if they were not holding the body of a weak woman, but a captured evil man from the northern barbarians.
The woman's chest was squeezed and the difficult gasps squeezed out from between her teeth were still full of contempt.
"That bastard Wu Shan is so despicable. Even when he's about to die, he still bothers to do these petty tricks."
"A high altar is yang, a sunken pit is yin. Mound the earth to form the altar for offering sacrifices to heaven, and sweep the ground to form the steps for offering sacrifices to earth. Since you have already set up the stage, why shouldn't I come and perform?"
The young monk walked forward, dragging half of his injured leg. Without a moment's delay, he took out the scriptures from his arms, carefully brushed off the dust on them, walked behind the man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and sat down on the ground with his back to back.
"My foolish disciple always says that the Great Compassion Mantra is the most pleasant to recite, but today, in such a hurry, he only brought this Great Righteousness Subjugation Mantra with him. It's difficult to pronounce, and only has some miraculous effect when reciting the Mantra of God-Slaying and Demon-Subduing. Do you think it's appropriate for the occasion?"
Bai Yun's eyes fell on the scripture, and the corners of his mouth curled up coldly.
"Even Wu Shan can't do anything to me, so what can you do? The Demon Subduing Formation will only last half an hour. What will you do after half an hour?"
"Half an hour is enough."
After Yikong finished speaking, he extended his hand to the doctor in white clothes who was wriggling on the ground not far away.
Hao Bai cursed, but still tremblingly took out the cloth bag from the medicine basket that had been crushed in the catastrophe just now. The tattered cloth spread out, revealing a piece of emerald green inside.
"I never kill. I don't necessarily want your soul to scatter. I just need to put you back in this box, and I'll complete my lesson for today."
The square jade passed through the hands of several people and returned to the earth again.
Yikong slowly unfolded the scripture and began to recite softly.
A rotten smell began to emanate from the body of the young woman under his command, and black blood oozed out from her seven orifices, making her expression even more miserable.
"A broken rock wants to trap me forever? Of the Three Thousand Thousand Worlds, I've seen far more than a mere mortal like you. Bai Ze prays, Yun Yang speaks, a blue dragon lurks in the abyss, and rides through the clouds. Even so, I've never seen anything unbreakable. Mountains can be leveled, rivers and seas can be overturned. Wu Shan calculated that I would eventually come here, gambled everything, and set up this formation, so what?! Your calculations are ultimately no match for Heaven's. And I am Heaven!"
Xiao Nan looked back at the almost crazy look of the woman under the sword, trying to convince himself that this was just the other party's last bluff.
Everything should be settled, right? But why, why did she feel like something was wrong?
Perhaps it was this enemy who claimed to be a god but was so easily defeated, or perhaps it was the fog that was still thinning around her, or perhaps it was the luck she had just managed to dodge the arrows several times...
Wait.
She turned her head sharply, but it was too late.
In the thinner fog, the outline of the pagoda was faintly visible. Three black feather arrows were seen inserted into the pagoda, and each arrow was accurately embedded in the joints of each floor of the stone pagoda.
She couldn't see the crack spreading from the point where the arrow entered, but she could hear a subtle cracking sound. In an instant, the upper half of the stone pagoda collapsed, and the demon-subduing pestle atop it fell.
At the same time, the last cloud of fog disappeared in an instant.
The night sky above was revealed, with rolling thick clouds mixed with thunder and lightning, converging into a huge vortex above the entire Buxu Valley.
She subconsciously twisted her wrist and wanted to stab the sword in her hand into the opponent's throat, but a huge, invisible force followed, and the edge of her hand could not get even half an inch closer.
The woman with bloodstains on her face slowly raised her eyes, her dilated pupils flashing with excitement.
"It's my turn now."
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