His fingers gently loosened, and the arrow shot out like a teor chasing the moon, tearing through the night sky with unstoppable force.
Each arrow released carried a sharp whistling sound, never missing its mark, each one striking the enemy’s fatal points with precision. The arrows pierced through the enemy’s armor as if through thin paper, directly hitting lethal points, rendering those who attempted to resist instantly powerless.
The enemies struck at their fatal points fell to the ground dead in an instant, dying miserably as if reaped by the scythe of the Death God.
Miao nlong’s archery was incomparably precise, each arrow like a call from the Death God, ending the enemies’ lives in despair without a shred of hope for survival. The enemies were filled with terror, never having seen such precise archery before. For a mont, the mountain forest was filled only with the whistling of arrows slicing through the air and the screams of enemies falling to the ground. Miao nlong stood like a statue, his gaze never leaving the enemies’ vital points.
His archery was not only precise but also extrely fast. The enemies could not evade; they could only watch death’s shadow closing in on them. Under his rain of arrows, the number of enemies rapidly decreased, and their morale plumted to rock bottom.
Miao nlong’s archery seed innate.
Each shot was like flowing clouds and water, without the slightest hesitation or pause, filled with power and beauty.
"The Divine Archer, truly worthy of the na!" Once again, exclamations resounded from the crowd, and the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association were awed by Miao nlong’s archery, captivated by the skill of this Divine Archer.
Miao nlong ignored these praises; he had only one thought in mind: to shoot and kill all the enemies. His eyes showed determination and ruthlessness: as long as he held his bow and arrow, no one could escape his punishnt.
The Gang Leader of the "Blood Evil Gang," "Blood Demon" Tu Zhongtian, realized the unfavorable situation in the battle. His eyes widened in anger, flashing blood-red light, akin to a ssenger from the depths of hell, exuding a chilling intent to kill.
Tu Zhongtian suddenly leapt up, deploying his sinister and fierce "Blood Demon Palm." With a swing of his palms, a wave of evil aura spread as he dashed fiercely toward "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong. His palm technique was ghostly, elusive, and difficult to defend against.
Each palm contained trendous inner strength, emitting a piercing sound.
The two imdiately engaged in fierce combat; their figures moved rapidly in the firelight, a blur to the eye. Occasionally, their palms collided with a "boom," creating powerful waves of air that swept dust and leaves into the air.
The ferocity of the blood battle seed to cause even heaven and earth to change color, the firelight highlighting their faces of resolve and determination.
When Tu Zhongtian swung his palms, a layer of blood-red light emanated from his palms.
The light seed to have life, flickering with an eerie luster. Once hit, the wounds bled incessantly, inner strength gradually getting drained, the body quickly weakened as if all life force was being extracted.
This palm technique was not only imnsely powerful but also highly corrosive, causing one to lose resistance in agony slowly.
However, Wu Zhong, as a Shaolin Lay Disciple, had the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" Divine Skill as protection, and his "Demon Subduing Divine Palm" was one of Shaolin’s ultimate techniques, the palm technique overwhelmingly fierce, almost unmatched in the Martial Arts.
His moves were grand and powerful, each palm containing profound inner strength, capable of piercing mountains, incredibly formidable.
The two attacked fiercely, neither yielding, each trying to quickly put the other to death, their palm winds stirring up dust and dirt.
Within several yards around them, no one could get near, nor did anyone dare.
Their every move was filled with determination and murderous intent.
Although Tu Zhongtian’s "Blood Demon Palm" was vicious and ruthless, it failed to completely gain the upper hand against Wu Zhong’s "Demon Subduing Divine Palm."
Each collision of palm winds was like two stars colliding suddenly in the night sky, producing a deafening sound.
In the firelight, their figures were like phantoms, fast and unpredictable.
Tu Zhongtian’s face grew more ferocious; he knew he must quickly end the battle. Once Wu Zhong found a flaw, he would fall into an irredeemable situation. Thus, he again increased his power, his palms swinging, with the blood-red light growing even brighter, seemingly about to engulf the entire space.
anwhile, Wu Zhong’s eyes widened, his expression firm, unleashing his "Demon Subduing Divine Palm" to its fullest, each strike like a mountain’s collapse, unstoppable. The duel had reached its climactic phase, the powerful inner strength causing the surrounding air to churn and boil.
Firelight, palm winds, and dust intertwined, forming a heart-stopping scene.
The Vice Gang Leader "Ghost-faced Rakshasa" Liu Sanniang, wearing a hideous ghost mask, appeared even more sinister and terrifying under the firelight.
She wielded the "Yin Sha Whip," its body shimring with a cold, ghostly light, as if the devil’s hand reached out from the depths of hell.
She lashed the tip of the whip fiercely toward "Divine Archer" Miao nlong.
At this mont, "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu sped in like a black lightning bolt.
He employed the "Golden Swan Technique," his figure light as a swallow, tracing an elegant arc through the air.
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