Young people don’t know the world is high!

Gong Yang Yongye began to feel tooth pain when he listened to Jimo Qiu's words. Jimo Qiu's arrogant attitude made Gong Yang Yongye imagine Gong Xiqiu's fearless face. Otherwise, these two brothers were indeed the same temper!

They all have arrogant confidence.

Luo San was the least and calm among them: "What's the point of panic? At worst, I can just send me [transfer flowers and trees] at a critical moment, so that I can get the arrow of time?"

Although fighting against warriors with higher strength can unlock some of their strength, these can't catch up with the time arrow in one step.

Luo San’s promise was undoubtedly a reassurance for everyone.

Jimo Qiu had no sense of being worried about, but just looked at the strange general who was dragging a gun from the other end of the iron chain. This person had a strong aura and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He looked at Jimo Qiu, and Jimo Qiu also locked his path. The next moment, the two of them took action almost at the same time. One spear shook out thousands of silver flowers, the other was wandering dragons through the clouds, and the spear tips and blades collided to create dazzling sparks.

"What kind of tricks are you doing? I haven't seen them before." Perhaps because I felt confident that the general was determined to win, the general did not fight Jimo Qiu desperately, and his attention was naturally attracted by his moves.

Like a battle dance, bold and rough, strong and vigorous.

But it also seems to be mixed with the mysterious and lightness of Nuo dance.

"It's my clan's mysterious legend."

As the two martial arts clashed and collided, red flowers of martial arts bloomed in the thick fog. The enemy and me entangled it from it, not like fighting life and death, but more like offering sacrifices to the gods. Jimo Qiu used the same method of mixing Nuo dance and fighting dance. Those who didn't know it thought he was a dancer on the altar, bringing sacrifices to please the gods.

The general distracted his mind and threw this strange thought behind his head.

"You are afraid that it's not enough to pretend to be a ghost in front of me!"

The thick fog rolled, and in a trance, there were vague figures wandering around, and even a cold breath spitting on his ears.

Distracted and turned his head to look, there was no one there.

Jimo Qiu: "The color is fierce and the inside is weak."

The general said, "pretending to be a god and making ghosts", but in his action, he turned the spear into a demon-subduing pestle. It seemed that if this thing was in hand, the evil god could retreat! Jimo Qiu did not take him seriously, and his main focus was on the descendants of the Time Arrow in the thick fog.

Since the war started, arrows broke through the fog from all directions.

Either one arrow drives Jimo Qiu's attack, or attacks both sides of the general, all of which are ordinary arrows condensed by martial arts.

At the beginning, these arrows were not very accurate at the beginning, and even a few arrows shot in the air. It should be that the descendants of the Time Arrow were familiar with the negative impact of the battlefield. However, after a few arrows, the correct head was already hit by a hundred shots, and the pressure on Jimo Qiu was getting greater and greater.

He barely dodged but was still pierced by the martial armor.

The sparks briefly reflected the ruthlessness and greed on the face: "What a pity, it was actually an ordinary arrow."

Not time arrows.

Otherwise, this arrow would help him kill Jimo Qiu.

"But see the flow of time."

The iron chain of the long bridge that was originally quiet suddenly became violently windy, and the dark sky was pressing against thick thunder clouds. There seemed to be mysterious power pouring out like the Milky Way, condensing into an illusory silver bow. Luo San was familiar with this posture and was busy preparing to intercept the Hu.
Chapter completed!