As Han Dong spoke.
Liu Jinhu perked up his ears.
His face, shrouded in black mist, revealed a look of anticipation.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
But at that mont—
Three cold arrows suddenly shot over.
All aid at his vital points.
The fierce sound of air being pierced made him realize that these three arrows were far more powerful than he had imagined.
The black mist before him seed to instantly turn into a massive vortex, locking the arrows in place. His interference with Han Dong was also cut off, and Han Dong’s words trailed off unfinished.
"Who’s there?!"
Liu Jinhu staggered four or five steps back.
Even though he blocked those three arrows, the overwhelming impact was still too much for his already injured body to bear.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Jiang Feng rose up, three arrows after three arrows, each one targeting Liu Jinhu.
He leapt onto the dilapidated rooftop of Sword Casting Manor, using his archery skill to suppress Liu Jinhu, forcing him to retreat.
"Gulu gulu!"
The black mist around Liu Jinhu boiled wildly, trying to cover Black Iron Mountain and block Jiang Feng’s line of sight.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Unfortunately, Jiang Feng’s archery was superb, unpredictable and relentless.
With several tis the Primordial Power poured into each shot,
Liu Jinhu could only defend against the arrows flying his way.
"It’s you!"
Liu Jinhu cried out in shock.
Jiang Feng’s current scholar disguise—on the Black Market, in front of the hidden weapon shop—Liu Jinhu had t him once before. Because it was a disguised appearance, Liu Jinhu had paid extra attention, but back then he thought Jiang Feng was only a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist and didn’t take him seriously.
He never expected it would be him.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Jiang Feng said nothing.
Arrow after arrow flew out. No matter how Liu Jinhu dodged, he couldn’t escape Jiang Feng’s arrows, let alone get close—he could only keep retreating.
"Boom!"
Liu Jinhu stomped his feet.
The black mist on his body condensed into armor, turning him into a Black Iron Vajra.
"Dang dang dang!"
Three arrows from Jiang Feng landed on his chest.
The black armor forged from mist cracked, but it still held under Liu Jinhu’s defense.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Fortunately, with Divine Arrow at the Great Perfection level, Jiang Feng unleashed three arrows after three arrows, hardly pausing, and each held at peak power.
"Bang bang bang!"
Liu Jinhu couldn’t dodge and took them head-on. The black mist armor on him finally couldn’t withstand it. Under the terrifying penetrating power of Jiang Feng’s arrows, it shattered completely.
An arrow Jiang Feng shot was caught, locked firmly by a cyclone condensed on Liu Jinhu’s fingertip.
And Liu Jinhu was backed up to the edge of the cliff.
"Screech!"
Jiang Feng seized the opportunity, decisively drew his blade.
He dove off the rooftop, striking downward.
With Loulan Slash’s Moon-Slaying Style, his blade slashed straight at Liu Jinhu.
Fortune: 23255
Skill: Loulan Slash (Great Success)
To deal with Liu Jinhu,
Jiang Feng had already put 48,000 Fortune Points into Loulan Slash before coming up the mountain, leveling up Loulan Slash to the Great Success level.
He had mastered the Moon-Slaying Style.
With this slash,
even the bright moon in the sky seed to lose its luster.
A curved blade light, like a demon moon, hacked down toward Liu Jinhu’s forehead.
Liu Jinhu had just shattered Jiang Feng’s arrows, and now, standing at the cliff’s edge, he thrust his left palm out. Imnse Celestial Profound Power, sweeping Circulation Power, ford a fortress visible to the naked eye.
If not for his injured right hand—nearly ripped off by Xiao Zhan—and the wounds he bore, the power of this palm would have multiplied to a terrifying extent.
"Boom!"
Jiang Feng felt a tidal wave crash against him.
But this slash, he had to break through and carve a bloody path out.
"Ah!"
He roared furiously.
Unleashing multiple tis his Primordial Power.
With his Primordial Realm cultivation, he clashed head-on with a Celestial Profound Realm’s palm strike, using Moon-Slaying Style to finally tear a bloody path through Liu Jinhu’s palm seal, the tangible blade light cleaving down toward Liu Jinhu’s forehead.
"Whoosh!"
Liu Jinhu’s face changed dramatically.
Standing at the cliff’s edge with nowhere to retreat, to dodge Jiang Feng’s strike, he could only throw himself off the cliff, using body technique to dive downward.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Jiang Feng sped after him.
He drew his bow and nocked arrows, aiming at Liu Jinhu’s falling figure.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
In that instant, he wished he could empty the entire quiver, seizing the mont when Liu Jinhu had nothing to leverage, and take him out once and for all.
"Puff puff!"
Black mist billowed out from Liu Jinhu again, trying to cover the forests below and block Jiang Feng’s sight.
But he was too slow.
The arrows Jiang Feng fired seed to strike right into his body.
His descent, pushed by the impact of these arrows, grew swifter and swifter. He had planned to use the treetops to buffer himself, but instead lost his balance and crashed headfirst into the forest below.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Jiang Feng fired several more arrows at the spot where Liu Jinhu fell.
Only after confirming Liu Jinhu was out of sight did he stop.
Then, he hurried toward Han Dong’s side.
At this mont, Han Dong stood up, staring at the unfamiliar, scholar-disguised Jiang Feng with uncertainty.
"Co with !"
But Jiang Feng couldn’t care about anything else now.
He grabbed Han Dong’s hand.
With Han Dong in tow, they jumped off the other side of Black Iron Mountain.
Back when he killed Jin Muchuan, he’d leaped down from this sa spot.
This place had many protruding rocks and branches jutting from the cliff face that could break their fall. Grabbing Han Dong, Jiang Feng perford the Three-legged Body Technique, golden light flashing underfoot—though no golden road appeared before him this ti.
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