Wanjie praise group

Chapter 272 Arrow Rain
Just when Cao Hua, who was also an outsider, fought against the monster clan that had appeared earlier, Xu Ming also noticed this strange celestial phenomenon.

It can be said that after the chaos in the world, this celestial phenomenon has never been normal.

Although he didn't know what a general star was, at this moment, the sky that seemed to be full of monsters also made him feel a little restless.

After many days, Xiao Tong continued to accept the fact that Lin Anguo passed away.

It seemed that overnight, Xu Ming felt that the little boy had grown up suddenly.

At this moment, the little boy beside Xu Ming looked at Xu Ming, his childish words were full of old-fashionedness.

"If you look at it any further, you won't be able to change the bottleneck you're stuck in now."

Hearing this, Xu Ming looked back at the undeniable expression on the boy's face, and a wry smile flashed across his face.

He naturally knew what the little fairy tale was referring to, and it was his understanding of the formation in the past few days that had fallen into an unprecedented bottleneck.

During this period of retiring from the world, Xu Ming almost spent most of his time in comprehending the formation.

Because of his understanding of Dao of the Sword, he has already fallen into the bottleneck of being unable to attack for a long time. As the so-called curve saves the country, his original intention is to open up new ideas through his understanding of the line of combat.

In order to bypass the bottleneck in the Dao of the Sword, but after comprehending these days, he found that the difficulty of comprehending the formation is not at all easier than the Dao of the Sword.

Even the obscure parts in it made Xu Ming think about it for a day.

He wanted to circumvent this bottleneck on a whim, but there was no shortcut on the road of cultivating the Tao.

It is unbelievable that Xu Ming can only look up to Xiao Tong's talent in formation.

This little-known child was able to break through the vital points of the formation with a single word on a whim.

Although with his current strength, he still couldn't interpret the various formations left by Lin Anguo in Shi Ziyu's slip, but Xu Ming thought it would not be difficult.

The talent shown by Xiaotong in the line of formations is simply perfected by Lin Anguo's true inheritance.

This made Xu Ming feel a little envious, and shouted silently in his heart.

"I found a good dad!!"

Poor him is like a primary school student doing math problems in the third year of high school, he has to think about a point for a long time.

Although Lin Anguo forcibly used his own life to bring Xu Ming into the gate of the formation before his death, it was just in response to the old saying.

The master leads the door, and the practice is personal.

Although the water-fire golden-eyed beast in the distance had lost a pair of moves, it also felt the impact of the sudden change in the sky.

That vaguely strange aura reminded him of the pure blood of the demon clan hidden deep in his bones.

Although he can't speak human words yet, he also knows that the Yaozu has been born.

Just as the Water Fire Golden Eyed Beast thought, Cao Hua, who was standing with the burly man at this moment, had already experienced the true horror of the monster race first.

The name of this burly man is Wei San, and he still doesn't know what his real body is, but just looking at his kung fu practiced so well, Cao Hua has suffered a lot.

On that day, Cao Hua used his ability to manifest in the praise group of Wanjie, and killed the little Taoist priest in the niche temple in one fell swoop.

He also dedicated his body to the powerful person in the Wanjie praise group who shot for him. Although he paid the price of a few years of life loss, he got the opportunity to break through the Nascent Soul Stage.

This is the biggest difference between Cao Hua and Xu Ming!

However, although he was transformed into a baby by chance, he hadn't figured out all the supernatural powers of the monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, so he ran into Wei San, the monster clan who escaped from trouble.

Cao Hua originally thought that the opportunities he had exchanged in the Wanjie praise group these days would be enough to deal with the big guy in front of him.

But for a moment, he couldn't do a hundred moves, but he found that what he had realized could only leave no deep or shallow wounds on his body.

These wounds are not fatal at all, and the look on his face seems to enjoy the feeling of bursting blood.

It's just that the color of the blood left from the wound is not bright red, but a scalp-numbing purple.

The spear in Cao Hua's hand stabbed fiercely back and forth, and the countless shadows of spears moving around him seemed to be telling the power of his move.

But for Wei San, the way to face this sharp spear point is nothing more than a pair of callused flesh and blood hands.

boom! ! !
The two collided and each retreated three steps.

Wei San's figure only swayed twice, but he let go of all his strength.

But on the other hand, Cao Hua's complexion was strangely flushed while retreating, as if a mouthful of blood that had not yet been released had already approached his throat.

"Hmph, that's all."

Wei San rubbed his hands, the fighting spirit in his eyes seemed to be stronger than ever.

Cao Hua's face was very ugly, but it took a lot of effort to suppress the blood in his throat.

If this monster makes another move at this moment, I'm afraid it will be embarrassing on the spot today.

However, at this moment, a not-so-loud roar suddenly appeared.

put! ! ! !

Immediately there was a huge sound of piercing the sky, and countless featherless arrows shot towards Wei San.

The huge piercing sound brought by the featherless long arrow sounds more like a humming engine.

With sufficient strength and precise control, these arrowheads made of fine iron without feathers and long arrows went straight to Wei San.

The long arrows falling like pear blossoms in a rainstorm did not give Wei San any chance to breathe.

However, at this moment, Wei San neither fled nor hid when he saw this, but bowed his body slightly, and used his broad back as a shield to resist the powerful rain of arrows.

Cao Hua didn't care about his face at the moment, and with every movement of his feet, he hurriedly distanced himself from Wei San who was wrapped in the rain of arrows.

He, a paper tiger-like Nascent Soul cultivator, did not expect his true form to be revealed in the first battle.

The rain of arrows came one after another, seemingly endless.

The superimposed power of countless arrows also pushed Wei San back.

Cao Hua's army began to retreat in an orderly manner, keeping a proper distance from Wei San, the monster.

But the white-headed middle-aged man covered in a black robe gave a slight look to the seductive woman behind him, and a smile appeared on the latter's face.

Immediately, he twisted his waist and took light steps, approaching the retreating army seemingly slowly but quickly.

And then followed by ten monster minions, their sharp claws tempered to the extreme began the long-awaited killing like hungry wolves entering a flock of sheep.

Cao Hua, who was being retreated by the crowd at this moment, had no time to pay attention to the tremors coming from behind. He never thought that these monsters who did not look like cultivators could have such terrifying cultivation and strength.

Just looking into the eyes of those people who are not like ordinary people, there is a terrible feeling that the soul is pulled into them.

However, all this is just the beginning of Cao Hua's nightmare!
(End of this chapter)