Chapter 1355: Continuous Killing

"Cave Master!"

"The power of the sunset arrow is huge. If you fire a second arrow, your vitality will be severely injured. This person has great magical powers. I am afraid only the Supreme Elder can deal with it!"

The woman couldn't help but look horrified when she saw Zhao Motong pull out the second sunset arrow without saying a word.

The Sunset Divine Bow is extremely powerful. Although it only has three arrows, each arrow requires extremely high mana. Zhao Motong has reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm. The arrow he just fired has already consumed a lot of real energy. If you move, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Without further ado!"

"Even if my true energy is seriously injured today, I will let this kid die under my second arrow!"

Zhao Motong said solemnly.

At the same time, the magic power surged up, and the Sunset Divine Bow gradually opened in his hands.

Each of the three sunset arrows is twice as powerful and requires stronger cultivation.

Zhao Motong's cultivation has reached the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and he is only one step away from the perfect realm. However, when he pulled out the second sunset arrow, his face had become pale and bloodless.

But this could not stop his murderous intention towards Ye Chunyang.

This person killed several of his elders in a row. If he didn't die, he would definitely become a serious problem.

"Boy, suffer death!"

Zhao Motong was furious and released the sunset arrow.

This arrow was more powerful than the one just now. Wherever it hit, mountains collapsed and ground cracked, and broken trees flew everywhere. The boys and girls who came to be apprentices at the foot of the mountain had already turned their eyes white with fear, and ran away from here one by one rolling and crawling.

"Stubborn!"

Ye Chunyang didn't want to say anything else.

He didn't want to start a big fight, as long as Hanfeng Dongtian took the initiative to evacuate, so that he could explore the Soul Lake with peace of mind, but he didn't expect that the other party would provoke him again and again, and even wanted to kill him.

Looking up at the second sunset arrow, Ye Chunyang saw no emotion in his eyes.

He slowly raised a hand, and the eighty-one death swords were surrounded by thunder, and there was a trace of fire.

With long-term training, the power of thunder in Tiancheng Thunder Wood was gradually developed by Ye Chunyang. When he first made this set of flying swords, Ye Chunyang could only control thunder, but now he can condense thunder and fire, not only against evil spirits and ghosts Its power is more restrained, and it has unimaginable power against some ordinary magic weapons and supernatural powers.

"break!"

Ye Chunyang whispered a word, and eighty-one flying swords merged into one. He grabbed it in his hand and drew it down along the void.

There was no sound, only the dazzling silver thunder fire filled the air. The wind and clouds changed color as the fire light reached, and then cut through the sky, colliding with the setting sun arrow.

Yun Shaoling sat slumped on the stone stairs, staring blankly at the scene in front of him, his heart surging over and over again.

In his shocked eyes, Zhao Motong's second sunset arrow quickly collapsed, and then the silver lightning spread rapidly, and the auspicious clouds in the sky were also smashed into pieces.

"How can it be!"

Zhao Motong screamed.

This second sunset arrow was shot by him with all his strength. It could compete with anyone in the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Zhao Motong couldn't believe that Ye Chunyang could break it easily.

"Can you still fire a third arrow?"

Ye Chunyang put away his sword array and asked.

Zhao Motong almost wanted to vomit blood.

In order to fire this second arrow, he had already spent all his true energy, and he would have to be in seclusion for at least ten years before he could recover. The third arrow required a lot of spiritual power, which was beyond his ability to control.

"If you can't, just die."

Ye Chunyang spoke very lightly, as if talking to an old friend.

But as he finished speaking, he already wielded the sword with one hand and pointed his finger in the air.

"Zi la!" "Zi la!"

Within a few feet, thunder and fire were like clouds, crossing dozens of stone steps and slashing towards Zhao Motong in an instant.

Zhao Motong's expression changed wildly, he suddenly grabbed the side and pulled Junior Sister Qing in front of him.

"No!"

"Cave Master, spare your life!"

Junior Sister Qing's eyes showed huge horror, but Zhao Motong showed a ferocious smile, slapped her behind, pushed her out, and retreated violently.

"ah!"

The shrill screams echoed in the air, and the thunder and fire instantly engulfed the woman, but the thunder and fire quickly flashed past, and the place became silent for an instant.

The woman turned around slowly, with disbelief in her eyes.

She opened her mouth to say something, but not a single word came out. Her body melted from top to bottom, turning into a red and pink skeleton in the blink of an eye.

Ye Chunyang frowned, looked at Zhao Motong who was escaping, and activated the sword array again with no expression.

Just after taking a few steps back, Zhao Motong immediately heard a wild rumbling sound.

Looking back, I was so frightened that three souls left my body and six souls ascended to heaven.

"Fellow Taoist, please be merciful. This is a pure misunderstanding between you and me. If you are willing to let me go, I will evacuate the entire clan immediately and never set foot here again."

Zhao Motong said in horror.

Ye Chunyang was so terrifying. First, he had a guard who instantly killed Elder Lin, and then he was able to ignore two of his sunset arrows. Zhao Motong knew in his heart that if he continued to fight with him, the outcome would definitely be bad.

"Yeah?"

"It's a pity it's too late."

Ye Chunyang sneered, and the eighty-one death sword struck Zhao Motong wildly without any suspense.

Zhao Motong opened his eyes to bursting.

Ye Chunyang's sword was so fast and powerful that he could not escape, and he couldn't help but feel desperate.

At this moment, deep in the mountain gate, a blue light came quickly, turned into a cloud of cotton, and quickly covered Zhao Motong. Then the strong wind picked up and quickly pulled him aside.

The sword array failed, Ye Chunyang frowned and looked somewhere.

"Qianyun Jue?"

"The Supreme Elder!"

Zhao Motong was shocked, but after recognizing the aura of the martial arts that saved him, his face lit up with joy.

At the same time, a figure appeared in the Tianshan Gate of Hanfeng Cave.

He is an old man.

He has a tall and straight figure, wearing a cloud-white robe, with gray hair and a white face. He has his hands folded in the wide sleeves of the robe. He walks in the void step by step, as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard. With every step he takes, a flower condenses under his feet. Xiangyun.

Ride on the clouds!

This is a magical power that can only be possessed by those who are strong in the spirit transformation realm.

However, the cultivation aura of this old man is far superior to that of ordinary spiritual realm monks, and even has a vague and profound meaning, which is slightly similar to Qingmu of the Golden Core Realm.

Obviously, the old man is an extremely strong man who has reached the threshold of the Golden Core Realm. He may be just one step away from forming a pill.

"Supreme Elder! You are out of seclusion!"

Zhao Motong was in great spirits.

This was the most powerful person in their Cold Wind Cave, the number one cultivator in the Yan Kingdom. His appearance was enough to reverse the situation.

"Supreme Elder, these two men not only threatened us to move our clan, but also killed several of our elders. You must kill him here!"

Zhao Motong's face was filled with joy, and he ran forward rolling and crawling. At the same time, he stared at Ye Chunyang and Ye Xiaobao with cold eyes, wanting to inform them of the situation at this time.

The gray-haired old man raised his hand and said, "I already know, no need to say more."

He walked forward and looked at Ye Chunyang indifferently, with an extremely indifferent expression.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, right?"

"Master Hanfeng, why did you break into my mountain gate? I don't want to ask any more questions. I will only shoot one arrow. If you take it, I will immediately lead my disciples to bow to you three times and nine kowtows. From now on, I will respect you!"

The old man didn't say much. He bent one hand and the Sunset Divine Bow flew into his hand.

There is one last sunset arrow left in the divine bow.

"The Supreme Elder actually wants to send out the third sunset arrow?"

Zhao Motong's body and mind trembled, and he knelt down involuntarily, his face full of awe.

With his cultivation level, he could only barely fire two arrows. If he wanted to activate the third arrow, he must have a perfect cultivation level at the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Only this supreme elder could do this.

"When my fellow Taoist arrives in the Underworld, you can report my name to the Lord of Hell. I am Master Hanfeng, the 74th Supreme Elder of Hanfeng Cave Heaven!"

"Master Hanfeng" is the title of the Supreme Elder of Hanfengdongtian in the past. It has been passed down to seventy-four people in the old man's generation. It can be seen that Hanfengdongtian has a profound heritage and is not inferior to the six sects of the Northern Territory.

Ye Chunyang folded his hands and remained silent. At this time, Ye Xiaobao had returned to his side, standing beside him like a loyal guard.

At this time, the bow string in Master Hanfeng's hand was fully drawn, and the dragon head standing in the mountains also trembled. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered like a tide, turning into a dazzling five-color glow that illuminated the entire Hanfeng Cave sky.

Standing in the twilight, Hanfeng Daoist looks like a god, exuding a dazzling power that makes people dare not look directly at him.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Mountains within a few miles radius collapsed one after another, and the spiritual energy was drained away, making the Sunset Divine Bow even more majestic.

Once the third sunset arrow was sacrificed, it caused a strange phenomenon in the world.

Facing such a powerful magic weapon, it is simply beyond human power to resist.

"Pfft!"

Yun Shaoling, who was paralyzed on the stone steps, vomited a mouthful of blood. Before he could escape, he was knocked to the ground by the breath of the divine bow, and his eyes were blank.

"Am I going to die?"

"It's not a waste of time to see such an amazing battle before I die."

Yun Shaoling murmured, and all he could see in his sight was the young man in black clothes standing with his hands behind his back.

Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace behind in a thousand miles!

From the time he and himself went up the mountain, exactly thirty steps later, three Hanfengdongtian elders died in his hands.

"You won't die!"

Just when Yun Shaoling was lost in thought, a voice echoed in his ears. Ye Chunyang shot a pill into his mouth, and then gave away his spiritual power.

Yun Shaoling felt a wave of medicinal power dissolving in his body, and he immediately regained his energy.

He was ecstatic and looked at Ye Chunyang in front of him with confusion.

"If you want to save others when you are about to die, you should take care of yourself first."

The cold voice sounded like the pronouncement of death. The bow string in Master Hanfeng's hand was full, and the world was dimmed, with only heavy spiritual light radiating continuously.

Before the sound lingered, Master Hanfeng relaxed his fingers.

The sunset arrow flew into the air, but unexpectedly no sound was made. However, the void was distorted wherever it hit, and as the aftermath spread, a long and narrow ravine was opened on the ground, tearing the earth apart like a thousand-legged centipede and reaching Ye Chunyang. Nearby.

The first two arrows fired by Zhao Motong were shocking, but Master Hanfeng's third arrow really had the power to destroy the world.

"Ants are just ants after all, and they will never see the world of the strong."

"Since you are so confident, I have no choice but to let you know what true strength is."

Ye Chunyang shook his head and sighed.

He pointed two fingers at the center of his eyebrows, used the Divine Refining Technique to stimulate luck, and let out a low drink.

"The soul is out of body!"