Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Even though I have been digging stars here for three years, I have never known the rules of magic, and I have mastered the rules of magic. Although there are some speculations, there are no people who can really master magic, because they have never used it.

Simply put, the series of abilities charged by the Magic Legion has gone beyond the imagination of the mine star, and now seeing the command of the Magic Legion in this form is so powerful. The only thing that can be done is to stabilize the spiritual realm, tie a longbow, and fight with it.

Using light force, the pitch-black spear gently pulled up from the ground, piercing the ground without splashing any dust. In contrast, there's something psychotic: almost transparent debris of space, splattered with spears.

Qingwu shot the flower, piercing the void, but a crack was revealed. It was not shaped by the forces of the mind, but attacked by forces that space itself could not bear, could not break down under the pressure of weight.

"Of course, half-elf, you can only do so much." Looking at the crack caused by my carelessness, the owner of the magic object has no sense of doing anything wrong, smiling at the picked stars, with some pity, some affection, but this More like a mockery.

"Perhaps, I can only rely on my own words." Don't deny this, rather say that the current situation mostly relies on the help of Emperor Shi to persevere. If you only pick Xing Xing himself, he may have been defeated by the evil rule.

However, "This is not the end, you didn't beat me." Xing Xing said with some stubbornness, but in fact he just told the truth.

Yes, I still have a very strong weapon that is useless, how can you say that you have defeated me?

Even if the spiritual realm is gone, so what? It does not affect my ability to shoot the strongest arrows possible with this weapon.

Yes, you have your trump card and I have mine, you can laugh at me and I can fight back.

It is unrealistic not to require the existence of the astral realm, and to insist on being in the spiritual realm is to hold one's own hand, without more energy to use other forms. In this way, how to rule in the face of a monster with absolute freedom?

Even the stars of the collapsing celestial sphere deliberately accelerated, directly turning a blind eye to the stars in the entire night sky, as deep as his own dantian.

There, the warmth of the spirit brought an object, a small bow less than ten centimeters away, lying quietly.

Like a sleeping child, waiting for the mother to wake up, gentle and patient. Unfortunately, there is no mother here.

So, with a turn of consciousness, it turned out that the little one was lying quietly in front of the field, sleeping with colorful memories, and at that moment came to the collection of stars. With the gradual condensation of the graphics, the size continues to return to normal, and the power gradually increases.

"Okay, okay, okay? What's the matter, Cui Xing? Why did you call me out? I was sleeping. Huh? Haha, you were defeated by that guy. Lose it, hehe, just remembered me this time. But you It doesn't work for me either, because such a person will not be defeated, like a silver bell in the heart of a naked mockery of plucking stars.

As for the contempt for Qicai's memories and the orders of the devil, Xingchen could only smile more helplessly. The evaluation of the colorful memories is completely based on its own standards, so in its eyes, the devil is really weak and does not deserve any attention.

"Huh? Can I understand that you are only starting to use weapons now?" I saw Caixing summon a seemingly ordinary longbow. At the same time, the monster in my heart aroused some doubts. Cycle through colorful memories. As if he wanted to see for himself what was so special about this ordinary longbow. Undoubtedly, in this case, what the stars deliberately conjured could not be more than superficially simple.

However, this is only in vain. Colorful memories are God-forbidden weapons after all. Even if we recognize the protagonist, we can't use the power of terror as freely as before, or wait for the order to be there. As long as they don't exhale their breath on purpose, it can definitely be as ordinary as anything in general, and ordinary things can't attract anyone's attention, even if they are highly respected.

There is no answer to the magic question, because the stars have no leisure, all the attention, recalling the colorful bodies at the moment. Otherwise, even the barely usable Arrow of Judgment will be unusable and will have to be absorbed.

Fortunately, Xing didn't answer what he said just now, but told the other party his answer with the most direct body language.

In the standard posture, pull up a long bow, pull up the same colorful white lines, vibrate, and the last piece of spiritual space is also broken. Instead, the white wings spread behind them, and the pure white light emanating from within.

Disgust, this feeling suddenly came from the bottom of my heart, born in the master of the heart, lingering and very deep.

Not to pick on star loathing, but a singular gleam of what should be the bland Longbow loathing in this moment.

I hate it, as if I want to destroy that thing, not to appear in front of myself, let alone feel my existence.

Even the master himself didn't understand why such a strong sense of disgust would emerge from his own heart without warning.

But it doesn't matter. We can think of reasons, but right now we must do everything we can to destroy the Longbow.

So, in the next second, I originally planned to continue to wait for the devil's order, put up my heart, raised the black flag spear, and crossed a dark track, leaving behind the remaining magic and unfathomable space cracks, Rush towards the colorful star.

There are no fancy styles, but the form itself is the overall style at the moment, and does not need more style assistance.

All it takes is a little sting, a slash, a simple movement, one hit on target, and utter devastation.

Its speed is so great that even though the stars are falling backwards, time is left behind by the distance, and even if a fleeting second passes, the armor of darkness still clanks in front of the stars.

The black flag Lance swung lightly, and while creating space, it was also the most terrifying blade, aiming at the star's bow.

It was shrouded in a divine aura, with an arrow on the string aimed at the colorful remembrance of an English longbow ruled by a devil.

From that moment on, the Master knew exactly what he abhorred: fear, fear of what he was born to control, fear of himself.

At first, the distance is not very far, so it cannot be seen immediately. But now, it's too close.

So close that even the ruler begins to wonder, will this end after the divine arrow is shot?

Terrible to think about, terrible to think about, and terrible to think about... The master finally realized there was no time to think.

At this moment, the hand holding the strings was slowly released, and the tense strings suddenly bounced and stroked at this moment. It was a pure white and pure holy arrow. The speed burst out in an instant.

A white awn, but wrapped in a dark frame, a straight bar holds the ministry, finally passing through.

The flesh was torn apart by the space, and the wound that was originally only a few centimeters was simply enlarged to tens of centimeters.

And the opened space crack is the posture of the winner, wantonly destroying the body domination of the monster, which is very excessive.

Pain comes at the same time as the emptiness of losing a part of your body. The master stared at the big hole in his mouth. He can't believe his freaking armor I can't believe it's cracked.

"How is this possible? How is it possible to break the mysterious ultimate rule to be liked by a deep cultivator. Bow, what is this? Why do you have such a terrible weapon, half-elf, what do you have?" Feel the original magic in you And vitality. As the tear in his mouth widened, it began to drain. Even if he is conscious at the moment, the master is desperately aware that he may not survive: the hole in the arrow is not the end, but only the beginning. The power left in the wound was eating away at him in a terrible way.

"You're too confident, you don't deserve to die." Commenting a few words, looking at the magic star that gradually collapsed and disappeared in front of her eyes, she slowly collected colorful memories. Close your eyes and feel your consciousness disappear and then, suddenly, fall from the sky.

Seven hundred and forty-two, fearless heart

Shocked and dismayed, because it was a spectacular fight, when this unexpected end came before them, without warning, the most unlikely situation to cause consternation at the same time: half-elf boy you shot the master! Even if it's a one-on-one fight, even with all the advantages, it's next to impossible.

Especially when one sees a demon in power and he uses a device no weaker than the powers of the spirit realm, this attitude is almost king of the earth, all expectations are that digging for the stars will get as much as possible time. Don't ask to defeat the opponent, no one would think of the possibility of picking stars to defeat the demon rule: the spiritual realm is easy to destroy, and it can be repaired normally, so where is the possibility of war?

But this half-elf-like refiner accomplished the near-impossible task, astounding all who noticed.

"What kind of weapon is that?!!! It's impossible, how can a practitioner in the mysterious realm have such a powerful soul? But, other than that, there is no way to explain this scene...... Stabbing the flesh of the enemy in his brief escape, almost forgetting that he was still in the thick of the fight, temporarily distracted and deadly. ..