Chapter 130 Once Again...

This thing is essentially solidified spiritual energy from heaven and earth, which can replenish the magician's true strength. The quality of the black crystal that He Lingchuan took out is good. When the magician takes a breath, the spiritual energy in the black crystal turns into true strength and pours into the dantian in an endless stream.

He felt like a pool that was refilled, and nodded quickly.

At this moment, the backboard of a carriage was smashed. Lu Yao hit it hard, and the board flew away, and the vision became clear.

From his angle, the situation on the slope was clear.

Are these bastards still digging holes for him? Lu Yao roared angrily, and his eyes focused on He Lingchuan who was giving orders:

Bastard, are you playing endless obstacles with him here? Do you really think that Lu Yao is good-tempered?

With the blessing of the black crystal, the speed of ice on the road surface suddenly became much faster.

In the blink of an eye, the first layer was paved.

Well, it looks very smooth. However, He Lingchuan was still worried and asked the magician to reinforce it again.

Reinforce it again.

So, two more layers were laid in succession.

In the morning light, the frozen road surface shone with white light.

At this point, the magician's face was pale and shaky. Although he had the black crystal to provide energy, human mental strength was limited. It was the first time for him to perform magic at such a high intensity. He was exhausted after only a few dozen breaths. He felt exhausted and wanted to lie down and sleep for three days and three nights.

He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him: "Where are the remaining black crystals? Give them back to me."

The returned black crystals were two circles smaller.

Mao Tao lifted the magician onto the horse and wanted to escape with everyone.

No one noticed that behind the last layer of the chariot formation, Lu Yao suddenly stopped and waved to his subordinates: "Bow!"

Someone immediately presented him with a bow.

Lu Yao called an archer and pointed at He Lingchuan and said: "Shoot the He family kid to death! You know, the one who looks particularly arrogant!"

The archer did not dare to hesitate, took out an arrow and put it on the bow, aiming at He Lingchuan on the slope.

The shape of this bow is more flamboyant and heavier than ordinary ones. The lines look a bit like a bat spreading its wings, especially the arc of the bow ears is more exaggerated, and the "head" of the bat is on the bow handle, which is the position where the bow is held and the arrow is notched.

When the archer aimed, he felt that He Lingchuan's figure was blurred, and he couldn't accurately lock his position.

Just like you can't see clearly what is under the lake with violent waves.

Yuanli!

The bow he used was an absolute magic weapon, and the Yuanli on the opponent's body would interfere with the effect of the magic weapon, making it unable to play its maximum effect.

His side suffered from the identity of being a gangster in the rivers and lakes, without the blessing of Yuanli.

The archer tried twice, but couldn't accurately locate it, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Lu Yao stared at him from the side and said sternly: "What are you still hesitating about?" The kid ran farther and farther.

There was no way to dodge anyway, so the archer gritted his teeth and shouted, "I am willing to sacrifice three years of my life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp hook emerged from the bow handle, and it was unclear whether it was a claw or a tooth, and it pierced into his palm like lightning.

But the archer himself was unaware of it, and it did not affect the stability of his hand. Instead, he was refreshed and suddenly his eyes were clear.

Others also saw that a ghost eye suddenly appeared in front of the bow handle. It was dark red, with round eyes and vertical pupils, and bloodshot.

The pupils turned left and right twice, and suddenly opened, like a cat's eye at night, opening to the maximum.

And the archer who aimed through the ghost eye instantly saw He Lingchuan's back!

The effect was fully turned on, and those annoying lights and shadows disappeared. In the archer's sight, there was only a simple prey.

Now!

He aimed at He Lingchuan's waist, and with a "swoosh", the flying feather left the string.

In just two breaths, He Lingchuan's figure became blurred again, and his Yuanli took effect again.

The special effect of this bow is to help the owner catch the gap of the energy fluctuation for a short time and deliver a fatal blow.

After shooting this arrow, the archer gasped for breath, as if he had run forty miles in one breath. His previous calmness disappeared, and his face was pale and his lips were blue.

He was originally a tall and thin man in his forties with a yellowish complexion. To others, his changes were visible to the naked eye:

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became deeper, his eyes became a little cloudy, his chin became sharper, and he became thinner.

In general, the archer seemed to have aged three or five years in just a few breaths.

This is the price of using the bow. Lu Yao didn't want to bear it himself, so he let others use it.

The ghost eye in front of the bow disappeared. Lu Yao took the bow from the archer and handed it to his men again: "Smash all these broken cars!"

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It's safe to turn a corner in front, and you can temporarily stay away from the long-range attacks of the bandits.

He Lingchuan was about to speed up when the broken knife on his waist suddenly vibrated. At the same time, the cold air spreading from his back made his heart contract severely.

The sixth sense was warning wildly:

Something creepy was rushing from behind, very fast!

He Lingchuan didn't have time to think or look back, he grabbed the shield with his backhand and threw it back.

It was as if a resolute and steady voice reminded him in his mind:

Jump the horse!

For some reason, He Lingchuan did it without hesitation.

With a muffled "thump", the light shield made of tung oil soaked in ancient vines from the mountains for hundreds of years and then formed after nine steaming and nine drying, was broken into pieces after hitting the object.

You have to know that this thing is both hard and tough. Let alone blowing it up in one fell swoop, it will take a long time to cut it open even if it is left there for people to cut and chop.

At this time, it was not a one-round enemy.

After breaking the shield, the speed of the thing only slowed down slightly, and then it continued to rush forward.

It happened that He Lingchuan jumped off his horse and fell to the ground with a somersault, and was almost thrown to the ground by inertia. Fortunately, this body was very sensitive. He took a few quick steps forward. Although he staggered and his posture was ugly, he at least stopped on the big rock at the edge of the cliff.

There was a deep abyss in front of him, so dangerous.

Why didn't he jump to the other side? It was too dangerous. On the other side were the flying hooves of other people's mounts, and there were several horses. If he jumped down, he would easily be trampled and paralyzed.

He Lingchuan was still thankful for his choice in his heart, but he didn't know that his feet were empty--

Damn the wall, the big rock he landed on was loose.

Standing here for years and months, suffering from the sun and wind, it had long been a mere shell. How could it withstand the power and weight of a young man?

At that moment, it simply broke into four or five pieces, and fell into the evil abyss with the initiator of all this!

"He Lingchuan cursed loudly.

Why did he fall off the cliff again!

Can the way he died be a little more creative?

Is the difference between him and his original body that one has already fallen off the cliff and died, while the other is on the way to fall off the cliff?

But while he was swearing and falling freely, he also saw a white shadow passing over the horse's back, and a cloud of blood mist burst out on the neck of his mount!