Chapter 271 Three Arrows Break the Formation

The archer who was leaning against the big tree was so bored that he even yawned. In order to avoid stiffness, he moved his hands and feet, then jumped onto a tree branch and sat down leisurely to watch the battle.

Although the two sides were fighting back and forth in the mountain temple, the Buddha's light, black energy and fire were almost mixed into a pot of porridge. But he remained as steady as a rock, patting the quiver lightly with his palm, but had no intention of pulling out an arrow.

"Just spend more. With the old bald donkey in his current state, I can't even help him..."

In the mountain temple, the attack of the three demon sect members was repelled again. Although it was able to stop the blood from continuously oozing out of the seven orifices, the Sanskrit characters on the body of the Buddha not only did not dim, but became more solid, and the Buddha's light behind his head even expanded to a third circle.

But the three of them were not feeling well either. The angry old ghost was panting like an ox, and his black energy was much thinner than before. Wuji's old mother was also injured, with streaks of blood at the corners of her mouth. Her hair, which had been meticulously combed, was now messy.

The one who was most seriously injured was Wu Sheng’s mother.

In order to confuse the audience and cover up traces, she still used the incomplete Burning Sky Treasure Mirror. Affected by the incomplete skills, the offense was stretched and the defense was helpless. Instead, Neng Zhi seized the opportunity and succeeded in counterattacking several times.

The Buddha's light and the Sanskrit words alternated one after another, beating Wusheng old mother to the point where she vomited blood. Her body-protecting energy was broken several times, and her breath was extremely weak. If she hadn't been immersed in the realm of the little master for many years, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to do the most basic air control.

Wuji's old mother, who had fallen on the roof, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and asked anxiously: "Sister, if we continue to waste like this, even if we can kill him, I'm afraid we will have to explain it here!"

After taking a breath, the old ghost's brows almost knitted together, his face twitched, and he agreed: "Yes, this Shakyamuni Demon Subduing Formation is really like a turtle shell, and from time to time it sticks out its head and takes a bite! Sister Wusheng, you If there is no other way, let’s withdraw. If we replace three little grandmasters with one, we can’t do this business!”

The old mother Wu Sheng vomited out the blood in her mouth, her eyes swayed back and forth on the formation, and she looked back at the woods. Juejue said: "We can't retreat! I still have a backup plan! Let's charge for three more times. If it still doesn't work, I will fight with my life to break the formation!"

The two glanced at each other, with fierce expressions on their faces, and said in unison: "Okay!"

"Drink!" The angry old ghost looked up to the sky and roared, thin black energy condensed in his hands, and his figure disappeared into the night. Wusheng Old Mother and Wuji Old Mother also gathered their true energy and followed closely behind.

Qi Laogui took the lead, and the three of them lined up and rushed towards the formation fearlessly. Neng Zhi, who was sitting in the center of the formation, swallowed the sweet smell in his throat and circulated his true energy to supply the formation.

On one side, the golden Buddha light is lingering, solemn and holy; on the other side, the black energy is misty, strange and gloomy. Two completely different qi collided together, like water and fire, pulling and tugging at each other before exploding with a bang.

It’s uncomfortable for both parties. The three demon sect members flew out and spit out a mouthful of blood almost at the same time. The Buddha's light behind the head of the Dharma image disappeared, and the Sanskrit inscriptions on his body collapsed and shattered one after another. However, with the supply of true energy from the disciples in the formation, they began to slowly repair it, but not very quickly.

After all, they were facing three veteran little masters, and they fought fiercely for a long time. Even if the disciples in the formation were not completely exhausted, they were almost there.

"Good opportunity!"

The archer on the tree shouted loudly, his eyebrows stretched as if smiling. He stepped heavily on the branches with his feet and jumped up with the help of his strength, already holding the big bow at his waist.

Pull out a long arrow made of copper from the quiver, hold the bow in your left hand, and nock the arrow and pull the string with your right hand. As the true energy circulates, the bow shoots out an arrow like a full moon.

Then he pulled out a long silver arrow. The difference from the previous one was that this arrow had a longer head. Two arrows were shot one after another, and then the archer pulled out the last long arrow with a small ball tied to it.

He took out the fire stick, lit the fuse of the small ball and put it on the big bow. He silently said in his heart, "Master, you have to be more reliable this time!". After that, he no longer hesitated, and the bow shot out like a full moon and the arrow shot out like thunder.

After shooting three arrows, he ignored it, put away his big bow and landed on the tree, staring at the mountain temple. So that when things go wrong, you can be ready to run away immediately.

"bite"

The Dharma Xiang blocked the first arrow. Because it was not completely condensed and formed, although it blocked the long arrow, the place where the arrow hit was already covered with cracks. The second arrow follows closely behind, aiming at the exact spot where the first arrow hit.

"Crack!"

The crack continued to expand, eventually forming a hole the size of a fist. After shattering the formation, the second arrow remained unabated. After passing through the bodies of the two men, it was nailed to the ground. The arrow tail rotated and shook, throwing out a snowflake.

"Ming Ke! Fa Yuan!" Two people fell down, and the disciples from the two temples next to them exclaimed.

Before their voices could be heard, the third arrow shot into the middle of the formation at a strange angle with the sound of wind. When the ball landed, the fuse had burned to the end. As the ball exploded, a burst of white smoke came out.

The panting old mother Wu Sheng on the roof hurriedly took off the small medicine bottle from her waist, poured out a small black pill, and threw the medicine bottle to the angry old ghost next to her.

He explained: "Eat it quickly, Old Ghost Li's poison is too strong, and you will be infected later! Let's hide at the top of the tower first, wait for the poison to take effect, and then go down and finish it off."

When the two heard "Old Ghost Li's Poison", they hurriedly swallowed the pills, circulated their Qi and flew to the top of the tower, staring at the people in the two temples below them.

White smoke blew across the ground, and soon many disciples noticed something was wrong: they couldn't feel a trace of true energy in their bodies!

"What, what's going on? I... Where is my zhenqi? Why can't I raise any zhenqi?"

"Me too, I can't feel the presence of true energy in my body! It seems like it has suddenly disappeared!"

Someone was quick to sense something was wrong and quickly warned, "White smoke! White smoke is weird! Close your mouth and nose, don't inhale white smoke!"

Unfortunately, it was too late, 90% of the disciples had already inhaled the white smoke. They all collapsed and fell to the ground, unable to move. The other disciples who had not inhaled the white smoke were just about to escape, but the long arrows came through the wind and hit the back of the disciples who wanted to run.

The archers on the tree kept bending their bows and shooting arrows, with great excitement between their eyebrows, "In ancient times, Xue Rengui's three arrows conquered Tianshan, and now I have three arrows to break the formation. Hahaha, how great, how great!"

The old ghost on the top of the tower untied the package behind him, handed each of them an embroidered spring knife, and said with a smile: "Don't complain about the bad knife, this embroidered spring knife is not easy to use."

The two smiled and took the knife, floating on the ground, and chopped anyone they saw. In less than two quarters of an hour, except for Nengzhi who was bleeding from all seven orifices, there were no more living people on the ground. The blood gathered into a stream, flowing tricklingly, and the fishy smell drifted far away with the wind.

The three of them were covered in blood, standing in front of Nengzhi in a Chinese character. Qi Laogui laughed proudly: "Nengzhi, old bald donkey, your turtle shell is not very good!"

"Do you know that a centipede is still alive even after death? Although the Demon Cult is not here, it is still easy to kill you! You are sharp-tongued, and you will hurt yourself!"

Nengzhi raised his head with difficulty and said sarcastically: "If the people from the Tang Sect don't come, I will beat you to death!"

Qi Laogui raised his eyebrows, not caring about Nengzhi's words. What's the point of shouting for a defeated general? He didn't want to say much, and raised his knife and swung it down, but was blocked by Wusheng Laomu, who smiled and said: "I'll do it."

She had true energy in her hand and dropped a claw fiercely. The true energy filled his body, and Nengzhi was no longer breathless, and he couldn't die any more.

"Add a few more knives, and you have to act like it!"