The Qingtian Bow and White Sun Arrow are the clan-suppressing weapons of the Qingtian tribe. The stronger the monk's cultivation, the greater the power they can unleash.
¡°At least, with Zhang Ruochen¡¯s current cultivation level, he is still unable to exert their ultimate power.
After the arrow flew back during the day, Zhang Ruochen immediately shot the second arrow, still at sixty times the speed of sound.
¡°Bang bang.¡±
Shooting eight arrows in a row means killing eight Rakshasa marquises.
There are more than two hundred Rakshasa Marquises in total, besieging the saints in the Sword Hell Realm.
Farther away, there are powerful auras of the holy way, using spiritual power to mobilize the aura of heaven and earth, displaying holy methods, and constantly falling into the camp of the saints entering the sword hell world.
Those saints in the Sword Hell Realm were already in despair, thinking that their entire army would be annihilated today, but they did not expect that there would be archery masters hiding in the dark to help them kill the enemy. Suddenly, new hope arose in their hearts, and they continued to resist desperately.
Among the saints of the Rakshasa tribe, there are two third-class marquises. One of them has a lion face, long silver hair, and a strong body, like a silver-haired lion.
Seeing that eight marquises were shot dead in a row, the silver-haired lion roared angrily and said: "Niyue, kill the archer hiding in the dark first."
A moment later, a thundercloud with a diameter of five hundred miles formed above Zhang Ruochen's head. Electric dragons shuttled through the clouds, and then struck at the top of Zhang Ruochen's head.
"What a powerful saint with thunder and lightning spiritual power. He is actually able to perform the holy method of transforming thunder and lightning into a dragon."
Zhang Ruochen himself is a spiritual saint of the thunder and lightning system. Therefore, he is very aware of how terrifying the method of "lightning into a dragon" is. Therefore, he did not fight head-on with the electric dragon falling from the sky.
The moment the electric dragon fell, Zhang Ruochen performed a great spatial movement and disappeared from the spot.
"Boom."
"A dozen electric dragons struck the ground in a row. In an instant, the land with a radius of 500 miles turned into scorched earth, covered in thick smoke, and all life breath disappeared.
An attack of this level is comparable to the all-out blow of the Holy Saint.
a long distance away.
On a field covered with purple grass, a tall purple-haired Rakshasa girl stood. She is Niyue, the third-class Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe. Her mental strength has reached the fifty-fourth level.
Not far away from the Third Marquis of Niyue, there were dozens of Rakshasa women, all of them extremely beautiful, and each of them held a holy staff in their hands.
One of them, a Rakshasa woman who looked to be in her thirties, said: "The breath of the archer has disappeared and he should be dead."
"not good¡¡"
The expression of the Third Marquis of Niyue changed.
She had strong mental power and felt a weak spatial fluctuation. She quickly waved her holy staff and shot out an electric dragon, hitting the head of the Rakshasa girl who just spoke.
"Wow¡ª¡ª"
Zhang Ruochen wore the Ten Saint Blood Armor, carried a bow and arrow on his back, and held the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword in his hand. Like a blood-red god of death, he walked out of the circles of space ripples, slashed through with a sword, and faced the thick electric dragon. Collide together.
There was a roar.
The electric dragon shattered and turned into more than a hundred thunder and lightning, filling this space.
The Rakshasa girl who was closest could not withstand the impact of such a powerful force. Her body was scorched black by lightning. Although she was still standing on the ground, she had turned into black coal like a tree stump.
Zhang Ruochen crushed the piece of black coal with one foot and slashed at the other Rakshasa girl with his sword.
"No, this person's cultivation is quite strong. Let's all take action together and go all out to kill him." Niyue Third Marquis shouted sweetly.
The Rakshasa women gathered here are all spiritual saints and marquises of the Rakshasa tribe. Naturally, all of them have considerable strength.
However, spiritual saints are not good at close combat. Once they are approached by a top martial arts master like Zhang Ruochen, they will only be massacred.
Zhang Ruochen used his fastest movement technique and turned into dozens of afterimages.
After a breath, those afterimages overlapped again and condensed into Zhang Ruochen's body.
¡°Bang bang.¡±
Dozens of Rakshasa women present all fell to the ground, some had their sacred hearts pierced, and some had their bodies exploded open.
A saint with spiritual power only has a holy heart, but no holy source.
The Sacred Heart is the source of power and life for spiritual saints.
At this moment, only the third-class Marquis Niyue is still alive. However, on her charming and alluring face,Watching each living person turn into a dead person, watching a large and vibrant world become dry and silent, watching the dead bodies and bones on the ground, watching the elderly and children crying in a pool of blood.
At that time, Zhang Ruochen was afraid that he would regret it, that he might have saved them but didn't try his best.
Now, Zhang Ruochen will not jump out and go all out to help the Sword Hell Realm to help the Sword Hell Realm fight against the Rakshasa Saints. Instead, he will take out the Blue Sky Bow and White Sun Arrow and continue to attack from a distance.
Doing so can not only weaken the Rakshasa clan, but also give hope to the saints of the Sword Hell Realm, allowing them to fight harder against the Rakshasa clan saints.
Previously, the battle process in which Zhang Ruochen killed dozens of Rakshasa girls was also observed by monks from the Heavenly Court Realm, Kunlun Realm, Guanghan Realm, and Sword Prison Realm.
After all, there are hundreds of saints fighting in the Sword Prison World and the Rakshasa Clan, so it is difficult not to be noticed.
Many monks pay close attention to the battlefield through the battlefield mirror.
"Another powerful figure appeared, wearing the blood armor of the Ten Saints. In an instant, he killed dozens of spiritual saints from the Rakshasa tribe. Even a third-class marquis was killed with a sword."
"Continue to follow and observe and find out his identity."
In the Kunlun Realm, a monk recognized Zhang Ruochen and said, "I noticed him before. He is driving the Nine Dragon Chariot. He must be Zhang Ruochen. Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen has left the Kunlun Realm and joined the Guanghan Realm."
"On the battlefield of merit, the Sword Prison Realm and the Zifu Realm have been targeting the Kunlun Realm and killed many saints from the Kunlun Realm. How can Zhang Ruochen help them? All the saints from the Sword Prison Realm should be killed. Killed by the Cha clan."
"Zhang Ruochen's hatred for the Kunlun Realm is too strong. It seems that he will not help the Kunlun Realm on the battlefield of merit."
The monks in the Sword Prison Realm all became excited and said: "This person's strength is actually so powerful. With his help, the Six-Armed Holy Saint and the True Saint Xue Ji may not necessarily be able to compete with the Saints of the Rakshasa Tribe." Escape from the siege."
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(Today¡¯s update is a bit late, there is another chapter tonight.)
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