Chapter 131 Dragon Blood Bow
Chapter 131 Dragon Blood Bow
The night is as cold as water.
Birds fly over the Dusi Mansion in the east of the city.
In the litigation hall, General Chen walked back and forth in front of the desk with his hands behind his back and his head lowered, his expression extremely solemn.
"Chen boy, you still can't change your impetuous habits. Even if the assassination fails and the eagle room is destroyed, does that guy who got the title of Earl by chance dare to kill you, the general?"
Sitting at the main seat in the hall, the old man had white hair and beard, which were neatly combed. His face was wrinkled, but there were no loose bags under his eyes. He was only wearing coarse cloth clothes, but his muscles were like stacked steel bars, full of explosive power. He held the bow in one hand, with a majestic demeanor.
"Uncle Guo, that man is young."
Hearing the address of "Boy Chen", General Chen sighed helplessly. This Uncle Guo was a top-class martial artist, and he was sworn brothers with the old prince. Later, the King of Anbei turned against his brother, and after a series of events, Uncle Guo was forced to retire. Despite this, his position as the other party's number one archer was still unshakable. He invited people here at this moment to protect his own safety. In a short period of time, this was already the limit that could be done.
The old man surnamed Guo nodded when he heard this.
"When I was young, I was also fearless. In comparison, you are more cautious and know to leave a few spies outside the eagle room. However, the Northern Barbarians are heading south in large numbers this time, and I was planning to leave my retreat anyway."
After a moment, the old man surnamed Guo suddenly closed his eyes and opened them again, with an interested and bloodthirsty smile on his face.
"You are right. Someone is coming."
General Chen fell silent. A sharpshooter has four magic weapons: eyesight, arm strength, hearing and endurance. It is rumored that Uncle Guo can see flies a hundred meters away and hear the breathing of fish underwater. This is simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
The old man surnamed Guo pulled the bright red dragon blood bow in his hand. This precious bow has a long history. It was created several generations ago. At that time, the Jianjiang River in Yizhou was not as peaceful as it is now. There was a blood python in the river that turned into a dragon and caused chaos, bringing disaster to the whole state. The Soul Taoist killed it with a sword, and he was also seriously injured. A few years later, he passed away at the top of Jianchi Mountain.
The blood dragon died, and most of its body was taken away by Soul Taoist, who was a grandmaster of formations. The remaining scraps and the dragon's blood were used to create three magical weapons, and the Dragon Blood Bow was one of them.
As the old man surnamed Guo pulled the bowstring to its limit, a crackling sound similar to that of wood being compressed madly was heard, and wisps of bright red smoke poured out of the old man's body. These were the blood and energy left over from the killing on the battlefield, which now gathered into a long arrow as thick as a child's forearm, with extraordinary momentum.
And at the moment when the Dragon Blood Bow was drawn, the masked man hundreds of meters away no longer hid his body and ran at full speed.
Boom!
Boom!
The bright force was released at the soles of the feet, with a sound like thunder in the plain. The figure swung his arms and his clothes fluttered, as if wrapped in a fierce gale.
General Chen stared at the street. His subordinate He Qianhu had died in battle before, and now the other party showed such a ferocious attitude. There was no doubt that he was a master. However, this judgment was too horrifying. Pingluanbo was only seventeen years old. If he became a master, the geniuses of the holy land would be ashamed to death.
"No way!"
"Well done!"
The old man surnamed Guo laughed and shouted, loosened his fingers, and an arrow of blood flew out of the bowstring. The bowstring vibrated violently, and pale white ripples visible to the naked eye were stirred up around it.
The more experienced a general is on the battlefield, the more powerful the dragon blood bow will be. When the old man surnamed Guo was young, he would always be the first to climb the city walls, and one arrow he shot would be enough to penetrate a huge rock.
The red light flew across the street in the blink of an eye, and its momentum remained undiminished after crossing two hundred meters.
On the street, the scenery flashed by.
Jiang He could see the blood getting closer and closer, and a strong old man standing in the distance.
His strong basic agility enables him to capture motion and react at speeds far beyond that of ordinary people.
Every detail of the arrow was clear in his eyes.
A silver spear suddenly appeared in Jiang He's hand. It was smooth all over, with a ferocious and exquisite dragon pattern carved on the end of the spear.
At the same time, the hunting engine was activated, and the speed, which was already comparable to that of a wolf or leopard, increased by another 30%.
Jiang He took the initiative to meet the blood arrow in front of him, and swept out with the spear in his hand. The light and dark forces alternated inside and outside, like a battering ram crashing into the city gate, hitting the blood arrow in an instant, setting off a deafening thunder.
Just a moment.
The blood arrow dissipated and exploded into countless strands.
Jiang He rushed forward, destroying all the blood and energy in front of him.
"uncle!?"
In the East City Military Affairs Office, General Chen was watching with fear and trepidation. If this spear was swung at him, even if there were ten of him, they would probably be killed without a complete body. It was meaningless to deceive himself, because the opponent was not only a master, but also a leader who could use light and dark power at the same time.
"If I guess correctly..."
There was a strong flash of fear and greed in the old man's eyes. No matter how Pingluan Bo dodged the blood arrow, he would not be surprised. After all, the distance was still far. However, the opponent smashed the arrow containing blood corrosion head-on. Although his combat power was outstanding, the spear in his hand was not damaged at all.
That spear is definitely a weapon that is superior to any other divine weapon.
There are only nine rare treasures of this level in the world, seven of which are in the hands of grandmasters and demon kings, and the whereabouts of the other two are unknown.
“If God doesn’t take it, you will suffer the consequences.”
The enemy arrived two hundred meters away in just a few seconds.
The old man surnamed Guo pulled the bow again, and this time all the blood in his body was like water released from a floodgate, gathering onto the Dragon Blood Bow and condensing into three madly spinning blood arrows.
Gusts of whistling wind scraped at the bones. Seeing Uncle Guo using his secret technique, General Chen quickly stepped aside.
Three arrows were shot at the same time, as if three tornadoes burst out, and faintly it sounded like a wolf howling.
The yard and the streets along the way were filled with flying sand and rocks, and the sound of whistling was sharp.
In just a moment, the secret technique - Blood Smoke Arrow appeared before his eyes.
boom!
Zheng!
Jiang He thrust his gun straight out, releasing a mixture of three energy properties: corrosion, withering and toxicity, which exploded one of the spears directly. Then he changed the stab into a chop, breaking the second one in the middle.
At the same time, the third blood arrow from the secret technique hit his abdomen, instantly tearing through the rising initial armor and the holy iron external skills, and penetrated through it. The remaining arrows hit the brick and stone courtyard wall on the street. With a loud bang, a large hole half a person's height was blown out.
General Chen was overjoyed when he saw this. Now that he had one less worry, he would wake up laughing in his dreams tonight.
The old man surnamed Guo stood up with full confidence. His secret skill, Blood Wolf Smoke combined with the Dragon Blood Bow, could even blast through and shatter huge rocks. Even a master of the same level would die if he was hit by a solid arrow without dodging.
"What!?"
Suddenly, the old man surnamed Guo widened his eyes.
The man just staggered for a moment and then immediately recovered his full speed. The extremely tragic wound on his abdomen had grown flesh and bones in the blink of an eye.
The old man surnamed Guo couldn't help but change color, and hurriedly raised his bow to shoot again, but a black gem hit him, and the flames and impact completely blocked his vision in front of him, and even his hearing was completely useless in the explosion.
General Chen turned around and ran, trying his best to get away from the battlefield.
(End of this chapter)