529 Iron Arrow and Black Peach Blossoms Finally Me (2/2)

Sangsang held the umbrella heavily until she coughed painfully, trembling nonstop. Her tanned face became pale, a stream of blood sliding from her lips.

Ning Que suddenly felt his heart tighten, but he did not say a thing, nor did he stop her.

Sangsang's glass-like eyes suddenly shone a pure light like lightning.

Then she closed her eyes tightly and said two very complicated numbers.

Ning Que quickly turned back.

Those black and sharp arrows were shot into the air like a rain line.

The two fingers on the iron bow released.

The whole movement of turning back to shoot arrows was very natural and smooth.

The iron arrows were shot aiming directly at the deep Red Lotus Temple behind the carriage.

There were several trees there, all maples.

The direction of those arrows was one of them.

Maple leaves were as red as blood.

The Primordial Thirteen Arrows reappeared in the human world.

However, this appearance brought no thunderstorm, but went with the wind into the autumn rain silently.

There were several feet distance between the skylight of the carriage and the maple inside the shabby temple.

Between them, there appeared a path absolutely excluding the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and it was an arrow path.

There were a few drops of rainwater that fortunately or unfortunately fluttered by the Qi of Heaven and Earth brought by Talisman Arrows, and they stopped in the middle of the invisible arrow path like shaking orphans.

However, those drops were not crushed, nor were passed through.

Because the Talisman Arrow leaving the bow became invisible.

But the iron arrow was still there.

When arrows shot their targets.

In a second which they felt undescribely slow, the iron arrow shot the maple tree that waved its leaves in the autumn rain.

The maple tree was not broken. Its red leaves fell from it, but they were shaken not by arrows but by rain.

The maple tree gave birth to a black peachflower.

The iron arrow shot just above the black peachflower.

The peach was so black that it seemed to be shining black, looking magnificent.

And it seemed like a beautiful luster out of the human world that could only be luckily seen in the night of the Far North Wilderness.

But if people looked at it for a long time, they would find that the black color was just a simple black.

Being purely black to the extreme.

It was the dark night itself.

It was the dark abyss shadowed by night.

Black represented swallowing.

The black peachflower seemed to swallow everything in the world.

The iron arrow containing terrible power just disappeared into the black peachflower.

It seemed like it fell into a bottomless black mud.

Even the slightest trace could not be found.

Looking at the black peachflower, and watching his most powerful attack utterly dispelled, Ning Que did not show the slightest fear, his eyes becoming brighter.

Hardly did his eyes brighten,

when the second arrow left the bowstring.

He shot the black peachflower on the maple again.

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