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Chapter 249 Killing the White Tiger

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    Xie Chuncan once said to Baihezhou that the most sincere prayer should be done with blood.

    ¡ª¡ªLiar to him, this is only half true.

    The most sincere book prayer was also researched to the extreme by Xie Chuncan, who was alone, but he kept it hidden for many years, and was finally refined into the book prayer of today's hero.

    The material of this book is human bones.

    Xie Chuncan personally cut off his left arm, pierced his chest, and carved out the scarlet marks of Shuqi stroke by stroke with the blood of his heart.

    It's his bones, his blood, the countless sleepless nights of Xie Chuncan, and his deep-rooted vengeance are densely recorded in small print.

    He is a lone wolf who once staggered in the dead snow field, and his eyes are faintly filled with shock and peace.  He is also a poisonous snake hanging on the tip of the eaves today, with a thin and lonely body, but only a drop of venom is the throat-sealing weapon for destroying the city.

    The lone wolf lay in ambush on the snow, its coat color was dying cold dark green; the poisonous snake was curled up in the corner of the eaves, with its seven-inch wide open, as if it could kill it with a pinch.

    So few people realize that the wolf has sharp teeth, and the snake has a mouthful of deadly poison.

    It's like Baihezhou only paid attention to Xie Chuncan's Nascent Soul cultivator with a strange aura, but never thought about why a Nascent Soul cultivator lost half of his arm.

    That was not an arm, but a stab in the back that Xie Chuncan placed high hopes on.

    When the long arrow carved from his flesh and bones took shape, all the blood-drenched book prayers radiated a dark golden brilliance, just like the only one-of-a-kind artifacts in the legendary stories.

    The top craftsman will recognize this light, the golden light of the pagoda emerges in the scorching furnace, symbolizing the purity and excellence of the top materials honed in the fire of heaven and earth.

    To obtain such a finished product, it is usually necessary to use the most precious materials, raise the most rare sky fire, and then have a craftsman pick up a hammer weighing more than a thousand catties, and polish the prototype of the artifact in a monotonous clanging sound.

    But Xie Chuncan only used himself and Shuqi.

    His flesh and blood are the furnace for refining tools, and bones are the simplest material. As for the flame of refining treasures, he used his heart fire that has been scorching his heart for sixteen years.

    Xie Chuncan obtained an arrow that destroys the enemy. The golden light is surrounded by light red and forest white. Although it has not broken the string, it can be seen that it is going forward.

    He stretched out his hand and gently grasped the body of the arrow. The long arrow knew what he wanted, and it disappeared between reality and reality in the blink of an eye.

    Xie Chuncan closed his eyes, and in the empty valley, sitting among his own pools of blood, he showed a ferocious smile.

    No one knew that there was a deadly arrow hidden in Xie Chuncan's empty sleeve, which was casually tied in a knot.

    Today, it is time for this unprecedented Xie Shuqi to see the light of day.

    Xie Chuncan raised his bow, opened it, and an ominous dark gold appeared from his left sleeve.

    This golden light is like a void, passing through Xie Chuncan's cuffs as if there was nothing there. This golden light is also a real weapon to destroy the army. It pierces through the sky along the way, and with the sound of howling wind, it goes straight to the white tiger.  go!

    The power of this arrow surpassed all previous arrow rains.

    Although Baihu has always held a high position and lacks actual combat experience, after all, he has inheritance memory and is at the bottom.  Xie Chuncan's arrow was so fierce, he knew it was not good just by hearing it.

    That arrow was like an eagle hitting the sky, with the momentum of immortality, Baihu hurriedly recruited his Daoyuan bodyguard.

    The way of dryness is from the beginning to the end, and it is invincible. As expected by Baihezhou, this long arrow will either break and bounce off, or it will be smashed by the arrow.

    However, it didn't.

    After the golden arrow collided with the White Tiger Vajra-like dao source energy wall, the two unexpectedly held a stalemate.  The long arrow was hanging in the air, and the pale golden tip had pierced a little into the air wall.  It wasn't broken, and it didn't just fall.

    Baihu frowned, and suddenly added a force to it.

    The long arrow, which is gorgeous and bright like a phoenix-tailed golden feather, trembles slightly, and the golden light of countless prayers on the arrow shines at the same time, like twinkling and silent eyes.

    The long arrow, which was carried by human bones, still did not retreat in the slightest.

    But the arrow is not like this.

    As the saying goes, there is no turning back when the bow is opened. As long as the feathered arrow is off the string, the rest will be life and death.  However, there seems to be some kind of air behind this arrow

    Baihu suddenly noticed something, and suddenly raised his head in Xie Chuncan's direction!

    Xie Chuncan was also hanging in the air.It pierced straight into Baihu's heart.

    The arrows made by Xie Chuncan himself, and the prayers written in one brushstroke, can make his bones toss and turn between reality and reality according to his will.

    Xie Chuncan suddenly raised his head, his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were as bright as lightning.  He didn't show a smile, but every muscle on his face seemed to be full of joy.

    In front of Lord White Tiger, Xie Chuncan clenched his fists violently.

    This is a call to action.

    The tail of the golden arrow that penetrated the heart of Lord White Tiger trembled suddenly, and the radiant prayers seemed to be flowing, and at this moment all the strength was gathered at the tip of the arrow.  The white tiger master spat out a big mouthful of blood, from the white tiger's wide-open mouth, one could vaguely see a cloud of blood blasting at the end along the throat.

    It seemed as if inexhaustible blood gushed out of Baihezhou's mouth continuously, as if there was a spring spurting blood in his heart.

    Xie Chuncan stared at the pool of blood that symbolized the obliteration of sins, and unconsciously shed two lines of tears.

    Xie was convicted of praying for the book, and Baihezhou finally died of praying for the book.

    The power that supported Xie Chuncan to this day was finally pulled away. He closed his eyes, covered his heart, and the blood from his heart was still gurgling out from between his fingers.

    Xie Chuncan staggered top-heavy, and fell from mid-air.

    He felt as light as a feather.

    In a daze, a thought flashed through Xie Chuncan's mind like lightning, he thought, I seem, as if

    It seems to be called Xie Jianhuan.

    He fell from the long sky, and the white tiger also fell from the sky.  It's just that the dead white tiger was thrown to the ground under the watchful eyes of everyone, and the wet blood splattered and splashed a section of newly contaminated smoke on the ground.

    And someone caught Xie Chuncan.

    For a moment, as if he was still stuck in the dead, Luo Jiujiang split Xie Chuncan's seven arrows in a row, and when the last knife was hanging in front of Xie Chuncan's face, he suddenly withdrew his strength, and then smashed Xie Chuncan firmly into his back.

    In a daze, Xie Chuncan suddenly understood why Luo Jiujiang was not afraid of falling at that time.

    Because at this very moment, Xie Chuncan was also caught by a pair of arms.

    The former boy has grown into a young man, only the shocking power tainted with light and fire has not changed at all.

    Xie Chuncan staggered across the snow field with his back on his back. He and Xie Chuncan supported him and found the way out of the underground palace.

    Friends who can entrust their lives are naturally more able to entrust the weight of falling.

    Luo Jiujiang stopped Xie Chuncan in the air.  At this moment, Brother Xie's face was as white as paper, and his weight seemed to be no heavier than a piece of paper.

    He was half relieved and half sad, just as he was resisting Xie Chuncan's back, and was about to infuse him with some spiritual energy, he suddenly saw Xie Chuncan's lips moving.

    "Brother Xie?"

    Xie Chuncan asked vaguely: "Is the sea that sea still there?"

    Luo Jiujiang's eyes turned red immediately.

    "Yes." He said firmly, "The sea has been waiting for Brother Xie to see."

    Xie Chuncan just smiled, and passed out contentedly.

    Luo Jiujiang supported the light Xie Chuncan and fell to the ground. Now that the white tiger was dead, he had to go to get his source of dao.

    Just before he turned to face the white tiger, he heard Dong Shuangyu's scream.

    ¡ª¡ªDong Shuangyu even screamed.

    And the name he exclaimed was¡ª¡ª

    "Xuanwu!"

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