400: C400 The Infuriated Wang Xiaojian

C400 The Infuriated Wang Xiaojian

Wang Xiaojian's "death" caused them to despair in their hearts. Their hopes of taming the lost land and taking revenge for the dead were completely shattered.

They had even seen the misfortune of the Xia Country because of Wang Xiaojian's death.

If one saw the Xia Country, their nation would be exterminated.

But now, he stood up again, just like a War God. With an unyielding will and unrivalled posture, he stood up in front of them.

The person who stood up was clearly a frail body, but in the eyes of every Xia Country soldier.

It was a reconstructed faith, it was a myth.

The War God is immortal and the legend is immortal!

"General Lee!"

"General Lee!"

The Xia Country soldiers let out thunderous cheers.

They loudly shouted Wang Xiaojian's name.

Seemingly like this, she could pass her power to him!

Looking at the Xia Country Army in front of him, which was cheering nonstop, and looking at Wang Xiaojian who had already stood up proudly, Zhou Zhikun had a look of seeing a ghost.

He was well aware of how powerful the Silver Dragon Mystic Bow was.

It was a profound bow made from the tendons and bones of the Demonic Beast's Flood Dragon Demon, allowing him to unleash fighting power that was several times stronger.

Even though Zhou Zhikun had Three-star Martial King, that arrow just now had at least the full power of Six-star Martial King.

Furthermore, it was aimed perfectly at his body.

This was a fatal arrow.

But he didn't kill him?

Not a single injury?

How is this possible?

This was impossible.

Other than the fact that the person in front of him was a ghost, there was no other explanation!

Zhou Zhikun roared angrily in his heart.

However, upon closer inspection, he realized that Wang Xiaojian's clothes were tattered, and on his handsome face, even though his eyes were emitting an unparalleled fierceness, there was still blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He spat out blood. He wasn't completely unharmed!

He was seriously injured.

Although he had stood up, he must have mustered his strength and spirit.

He was bluffing!

Thinking up to here, Zhou Zhikun heaved a sigh of relief, and then said coldly: "Lee Bai, it's such a pity that I didn't kill you. However, even though you are not dead, you are at the end of your tether! Right now, you are severely injured, you definitely cannot move anymore! "

"Immediately, this general will open the door and engage in a decisive battle with you all! Today, the Xia Country Army will definitely die, and today, you will definitely die! "

Zhou Zhikun's tone carried killing intent. Even though three great Expert of King Level had died, he was confident in himself.

The biggest threat was Wang Xiaojian, but now he was severely injured.

There were one hundred thousand people in the Xia Country Army, but one hundred and fifty thousand in their Shang Country Army.

Huang Zhong was powerful, but his Three-star Martial King was much stronger than theirs.

He still had Fourth Grade of Profound Rank's Silver Dragon Profound Bow, and as long as he gathered his strength, he would be able to shoot an arrow that was comparable to a full-powered strike of Six-star Martial King.

They had won this war for sure!

"You're at the end of your tether, are you kidding?"

Wang Xiaojian laughed coldly, and said: "Zhou Zhikun, now, I will use this' spent force 'body to kill you."

"What did you say?"

Zhou Zhikun's heart trembled.

Wang Xiaojian pushed forward, supporting Qiu Yunbing and Chu Feiyan.

Although he was injured and his mouth was drenched in blood, his body was still upright and his eyes were filled with a strong killing intent.

Unknowingly, the Square Painting of Halberd in his hand had already disappeared and was replaced by a graceful jade colored Long Bow.

Bow of Fairy King.

Facing towards Zhou Zhikun, Wang Xiaojian's black hair danced in the air, condensing into an incomparably strong imposing manner.

He held the Bow of Fairy King in his hand, and then, his arm slowly pulled the Bow of Fairy King away.

As the body of the bow was pulled back, a scorching energy rocket emerged from the transparent spider web and slowly took shape.

The surging aura of the Six-star Martial King gushed out.

In the instant that the burning hot arrow was formed, a cold killing intent firmly locked onto Zhou Zhikun who was on the city wall.

This killing intent was ice-cold, as though it had come from the deepest depths of hell. This caused Zhou Zhikun's face to change drastically.

Zhou Zhikun stared intently at Wang Xiaojian's bow and arrows. This was not Huang Zhong's arrow, but in his eyes, it was actually several times more terrifying than Huang Zhong's arrow!

Even the merchants who had not been targeted by the killing intent had started to tremble in fear.

"Doggy Zhou Zhikun, you dare to plot against me? Die!"

Wang Xiaojian clenched his teeth, his eyes shooting out a bright light. After releasing the bowstring, he faced Zhou Zhikun and shot a life reaping arrow!

Retribution Shooting!

Weng ~

Swoosh ~

The Bow of Fairy King vibrated. With the power of the scorching rocket, it pierced through the heaven and earth, broke the string and flew away. It then turned into a flying Fire Bird in the sky.

Screech!

This was a scorching Fire Bird, but in the eyes of the many merchants, it was just like an undying phoenix.

The moment he spread his wings, a sound that could shake the soul came out.

Phoenix Wings Ascending Sky!

The hairs on the bodies of every merchant army member stood on end.

"What arrow is this?"

"Why did his arrow turn into a phoenix?"

"This is too scary!"

"His target is the great general!"

"General, quickly dodge!"

On top of the city walls, sounds of fear could be heard. Even if the rocket wasn't aimed at them, many people still felt their hair stand on end.

Some of the Shang Country generals predicted the direction of the Fire Bird and roared at Zhou Zhikun, wanting him to dodge it.

Zhou Zhikun heard a voice.

In fact, when he realized Wang Xiaojian's target was him.

When he realized that this arrow contained power that even he couldn't withstand, he jumped up and started moving towards the back of the city wall.

Zhou Zhikun attempted to use his sturdy city wall to block Wang Xiaojian's fatal arrow.

However, he had underestimated Wang Xiaojian, and he had also underestimated the Retribution Shooting.

The moment he leaped into the city, the Fire Bird that was almost about to collide with the city walls, seemed to have grown eyes as it suddenly soared into the sky.

He then drew an arc in the sky, bypassed the city walls, and swooped down towards the direction that Zhou Zhikun was descending.

"What?"

Zhou Zhikun went down the city walls.

However, before he could even rejoice, he once again felt the killing intent of death.

He looked up, and his eyes widened.

All he saw was a blazing Fire Bird with its wings spread out, descending from the sky.

Zhou Zhikun's eyes widened.

At this moment, he finally understood that no matter what, he wouldn't be able to dodge this arrow.

As for the quick arrows, it also made it so that he had no time to spare. Just like how Huang Zhong fought against Ke Lian, he could only use his arrows to block!

Zhou Zhikun's heart was filled with fear, he could not believe that Wang Xiaojian, who had obviously used a Square Painting of Halberd, could actually shoot such a terrifying arrow.

He regretted and angered Wang Xiaojian.

He regretted shooting the Dark Arrow.

But at this moment, it was too late to regret.

Zhou Zhikun clenched his teeth, a flash of determination flashed past his mind, and he immediately discarded his Silver Dragon Profound Bow, pulling out a scarlet red treasured blade from his back.0

This blade is called the Mysterious Scarlet Flame Dagger, it is a treasured blade that is not inferior to the Silver Dragon Mystic Bow in terms of level.

Zhou Zhikun's hands clenched into fists, and scarlet flames immediately ignited on the blade.

"I refuse to believe that this arrow is so terrifying. "Open for me!"

"Crimson Flame Slash!" "Roar!"

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