With a bow and arrow, Houyi slowly pulled the bowstring in his hand.

The gradually bent arc, the things in the hand that were held in the hand were not like bowstrings, but more like a galaxy and looking at the sky from afar.

The entire surrounding world energy was pulled by its movements, and it rushed towards the feather arrows on the bowstring like a tide, quickly incorporated into it, flashing green light, and circling like a gust of wind, turning into a small tornado.

"Kill him, don't let him escape!" Meng Huai shouted in surprise, but his eyes were always locked on the decaying old man. He clasped the mace in his hand, although he was about to stop him from taking action.

However, the decaying old man had no intention of stopping Houyi, but just looked at Zhaoming's direction. He did not want to, but could not. In this way, he activated his magical powers, and with the help of the power of the earth, his entire energy and spirit were in a critical state. He could only activate the energy of the earth and make people unable to escape and could not truly attack.

Otherwise, Houyi and Kuafu wouldn't have just let him fall into this place and kill him directly.

Houyi's eyes were like the sun and the moon, locking in one place. Everything around him was ignored. At this moment, he only had the escaped Zhaoming. When the bowstring was full, he suddenly let go.

In the distance of the sky, Zhaoming suppressed his grief and flew away with the sheep demon. He could think of the result in the Colosseum. Even if no one could do anything to him at this moment, it was only a moment.

When the witch reinforcements arrived, this senior was imprisoned again.

Maybe... I may not have waited for that time. Zhaoming saw that using magical powers was not very good. Although he did not know much about it, he also knew that it would definitely cause great damage to the decaying old man's own body.

The sheep demon had gradually come to his senses, knowing that the decaying old man and Zhaoming were saving him, no longer struggling desperately as before, and could only lower his head and sobb. Try not to cry out loud.

Full of sadness, my heart was already filled with tears, my feet were stepping on the red light, and I accelerated my progress. Suddenly, a warning omen appeared in my heart, and it felt like I had become a locked prey. I was frightened and worried.

No... I was shocked and turned around instinctively, but I saw a green light rubbing against my face. Although it did not hit, it just swept the edge, which made a wound appear on my face, and blood slowly oozed out.

The feeling of passing by death made Zhaoming sweat in a cold sweat, and his body even more coldly, inhaling involuntarily. He almost sucked his abdomen into a piece of thin paper.

Arrow...is an arrow!

After a while, I finally realized that the green light that had passed by was not a feather arrow.

Whose arrow is this? It is so accurate that Zhaoming's heart is almost solidified. Just by sweeping the sharp edge, he can hurt his mysterious weapon body. If he is shot directly, he will definitely die.

Zhaoming even had an indescribable feeling that he could survive from death was not because he reacted in time and missed it, but because the other party deliberately let him go.

"Why didn't I shoot!" Meng Huai widened his eyes and asked at Houyi.

Houyi's shooting technique is unparalleled in the world. The high priest of the Witch Clan once said that he would not talk about the realm and cultivation level. He would not only talk about the archery shooting technique, even the famous arrow god general of the immortal clan is not as good as him.

Although the arrow just now was not a blow he had to dodge, he was fully prepared. Such an attack would be difficult for Taiyi Golden Immortal to dodge, not to mention Zhaoming, a demon clan who had just reached the realm of Golden Immortal.

Kuafu, who was standing beside him, smiled heartlessly, "Houyi never attacked others behind his back. What's more, he was a Golden Immortal Demon Clan, who lowered his level. This arrow only reminded the demon clan that he was targeted by someone, and he would take his life with the next arrow."

The two of them are the most outstanding disciples of the Wu clan. They often fight each other on weekdays, and they have the same siblings as each other and have a deep understanding of each other. They naturally know what Houyi's actions are for.

Houyi nodded: "My witch clan is the number one clan in the world. If you want to shoot a demon clan who is one level lower than me and use a sneak attack, wouldn't it ruin my witch clan's reputation? Don't worry, let's see if I take his life."

Then he took out another feather arrow, put it on the string, and slowly pulled it away.

The vitality of heaven and earth surged like a tide, condensed and thick, turning into countless stars to light lamps and circulated into feather arrows. Green light flashed, and it was like a tornado and wrapped around the pruning branches. At the end of the feather arrow, there was even silver light flashing, as if it was covered with a layer of star sand.

The pair of eagle-like eyes stared ahead, and looked at Zhaoming's sun-like eyes, looking at each other.

The decaying old man sighed. He could not help anything at this moment, so he could only activate his magical powers with all his strength, hoping to affect Houyi, but he also knew that this was just in vain.

The most outstanding disciple of the Five Dynasties, the best saber talent, was not a fame. His gravity magic power could make Meng Huai and Kuafu, who had tried the magic power of heaven and earth, unable to escape, but he could not pull the arrow shot by Houyi.

With such shooting skills, it was hard for him to imagine how Zhaoming could avoid it.

Houyi slowly adjusted his energy and spirit, resolved the impact of gravity, and waited for the best moment.

Zhaoming was gasping for breath. He didn't know if it was an illusion or the impact of danger. He felt that he had seen those eyes, those extremely confident and firm eyes.

I don’t know how many prey died under those eyes, but now it’s my turn.

"What's your name?" Zhaoming asked suddenly.

The Yang Yao was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was asking himself, stopped sobbing, and said timidly: "My name is Yang Sansan!"

His cultivation was too far away and he didn't see the feather arrow at all. He didn't know why Zhaoming stopped. He was confused and didn't dare to ask questions.

"Are you afraid of death?" Zhaoming asked again.

"No..." Yang Sansan was about to answer, but immediately lowered his head and whispered: "I'm afraid!"

No one can be born fearless, not to mention that he has no ambitions.

Zhaoming smiled slightly: "I'm afraid too! But fear is useless, and the more you are afraid, the easier it is to die. Therefore, when facing terrible dangers, we must not think about how to escape, but should think about how to face it."

"Yeah!" Yang Sansan nodded.

"Hold my feet!" Zhaoming ordered.

Somehow, Yang Sansan still did what he did and put all his strength into holding Zhaoming's feet.

Using his true energy to tie Yang Sansan to his feet, Zhaoming took a deep breath. He seemed to be comforting Yang Sansan, but in fact he was comforting himself and calming himself. Because he had made a decision on how to meet the next arrow.

"Good! I'm a good opponent!"

Houyi sighed lightly, and he saw what the other party was going to do, feeling a little regretful, but some things had to be done.
Chapter completed!