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As the bow was filled, Yuan Nujun's skin withered like autumn leaves, wrinkles from shallow to deep, and her hair turned into glossy silvery white during inhalation. Her straight spine turned to bend at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an old woman with a hunched body.

Luo San looked solemn: "This is not like an arrow of time..."

Even if you are so far away, you can feel that Yuan Nujun's vitality is being absorbed by the bow and arrow in her hand, and she has the intention of stopping her hand.

This is a desperate attitude.

The Central Allied Forces did not mean to stop, and watched the scene coldly. The old monk even clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, his fingers kept twisting the Buddhist beads, and his eyebrows and eyes felt a little unbearable. Life and death are common for military generals. Whether it is for the power behind him to gain life and death or to sacrifice his life for one breath, he will eventually choose and pay the price.

Respect others' choices and respect others' fate.

but--

"If it weren't for a great humiliation, who would have been so determined that he would die with others even if he was burning his courage?" Others sighed and crawled into the master's ears, and their words were full of fear of Jimo Qiu. "If I put myself in my shoes, I would not be able to withstand this humiliation."

Master: "…"

I can't stand it anyway.

Gong Yang Yongye had just returned from meditation and seemed to have some feeling, so he took off to investigate: "What is in the sky?"

He forced him back in just one glance.

There was a little horror written on his face.

I looked in disbelief in the direction of Jimo Qiu.

"Ha, of course it is not an arrow of time." Ms. Yuan's voice was hoarse and old, and the trembling sound broke due to his emotional excitement. Every word was poisoned, "This is the death knell that sent you on your way!"

Thousands of arrows gather under the low-pressure clouds.

It stretches endlessly, and it makes people's scalp tight.

The power of each arrow is not too great, but it cannot withstand too many numbers and covers too wide. The most important thing is that no one can guarantee that these arrows have no special abilities. Ms. Yuan did not give everyone time to react, and the bones under the flesh and blood were ripped out of the bowstrings, but instead broke the big bow completely with one go.

There was only a crisp sound, and the bow and arrows broke into pieces as soon as they left the strings. Thunders rose and fell one after another in the sky, and dense arrows poured out like rain. Jimo Qiu did not dodge or avoid it, but instead met.

Luo San: “…”

Is this young man really okay with his brain?

He repeatedly forced the enemy to this point, and he dared to do it for the third time? This time, Luo San went forward to block the arrows, and he was too lazy to even speak.

Even secret expectations arise in my heart.

I look forward to Ms. Yuan’s arrow giving Jimo Qiu a greater memory.

Good news, I have a long memory.

Bad news, the one who remembers it is others.

The old mage had never seen this scene in his life. His mouth twitched and looked at Jimo Qiu with his body to catch the arrow. He turned his head and looked at the other people who were stunned and said, "You are sure you want to fight such a madman?"

A Jiazi went ahead and could not do anything to him, a Jiazi went back and could not do anything to him, could the Nirvana Soul be unable to kill him, or was it an individual?

He shook his head: "Time arrows are about to break this generation."

The arrow pierced through his body without Jimo Qiu stopping, but in the blink of an eye, he flew not far away in front of Ms. Yuan was not far away. In the latter's ghost eyes, his breath rose to twenty-seven or twenty-six or eight times before he stopped. He also had a little taller magnificent appearance, and he looked closer to twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He stared at Ms. Yuan seriously and bowed to thank him, "Miss is really a good person in the world."

He also fulfilled his request for his life.

"After a hundred years, I'm still alive." His highness was still soft-hearted, and he couldn't let go of this creature in the world for a hundred years.

Ms. Yuan spit out a mouthful of blood: "You——"

She swallowed the rest back, and her hair was so angry that she was trembling: "What's the use of living? They want to be buried with you!"

Jimo Qiu calmed down his eyes: "Is that true?"

This rebellious question made Ms. Yuan's heart stumble.

Her gaze went over Jimoqiu and fell towards the direction of Kangguo's army. Countless vines with waist thickness grew wildly from the two wings, and intertwined into huge "arch bridges" over the army. Occasionally, fish that escaped the net were blocked by the military formation, which did not produce the expected effect. Jimoqiu looked at her down at her and explained: "I and Luo Hou said nothing about you just now. You should know that any trick to attack the soul will not work for me."

Ms. Yuan was so angry that she calmed down instead.

"How are you staying?"

Jimo Qiu tapped the void with his left hand, and smiled brightly and said, "I hope the lady will do a good job and send the Buddha to the West."

In the latter's eyes, the broken silver bow was pieced together little by little and fell into his palm. His right hand sniffed, his five fingers penetrated her forehead, and his fingertips penetrated into the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

His voice was neither sad nor happy: "It would be even more a pity that the inheritance was broken."

Luo San: “…”

Gu Chi let out a loud scream: "You call this a good person!"

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Chapter completed!