The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

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Zhao Tong opened his mouth and swallowed the black light. This was also a helpless move.

There is really no other way but to catch it with your mouth and bite it with your teeth. Whether it is poisonous or not is secondary.

He is not afraid of poison. After all, he found the Poison Scripture in Taizong's arsenal and studied it carefully. Ouyang Bei's cousin Ouyang Tuo also gave him pills that can cure hundreds of poisons.

At this moment, Zhao Tong felt that what he was biting seemed to be the same arrowhead, but this arrowhead was extremely heavy, not comparable to ordinary gold and iron.

He didn't dare to rush forward again and took a step back. Over there, Yuan Jing was like a loach swimming on the river beach. Taking advantage of the sneak attack just now, he kicked the ground hard and slid towards the forest.

What Zhao Tong spit out turned out to be a small pure black arrow. It was different from the previous gold and silver arrows. It seemed to be made of black iron.

What kind of arrow is this?After he checked that there was no poison on it, he felt a little confused.

But speaking of it, this black arrow is really weird. There are many hidden weapons that can be hidden in the mouth, such as silver needles and iron nails, but he has never seen one that can arc.

This makes people completely defenseless. According to this logic, wouldn't it be possible to sneak attack with a hidden weapon even if your back is turned to the enemy?
Think about it, it was obviously an arrow shot at the big tree, but who knew it would turn around and shoot at the person standing next to the big tree. Who could be prepared for this?

I'm afraid that even if the Grand Master doesn't pay attention, he might get caught.

Zhao Tong was full of doubts, wondering how Yuan Jing could fire such a curved black arrow.

He learned from Jintai that there is a secret skill in the Palace of Birds called the Sadness Archery Technique, and he has always suspected that Yuan Jing's Acacia Arrow and Soul-Eliminating Arrow are related to the Sadness Archery Technique.

Perhaps, after learning two archery skills and learning the Shanhai Zhi Jing, it will evolve into a new martial art. This new martial art is the Qingqing Archery Technique, a small black arrow that can draw an arc to attack. .

But since Yuan Jing has mastered this kind of turning arrow technique, why didn't he use it long ago, but only used it when it seemed to be at a critical moment?
Are you unsure, or are you showing weakness on purpose?

Zhao Tong thought for a while, and both seemed possible. After all, although the two had been fighting before, to be honest, they still had reservations about each other, and there was no chance of a decisive victory.

But the situation just now was different. It was almost a dead end. At that time, using the small black arrow, it was difficult for even the great master to avoid it!
This Yuan Jing must be looking for such an opportunity to kill, and his thoughts are really gloomy and treacherous. But unfortunately, although he does not have an iron face to block the arrow, he can catch it with his mouth by chance. He has practiced sonic martial arts such as Tianlong Yin and Lion's Roar, and his speech is full of iron teeth and bronze teeth. It just happens that he is not good at it. He can do all these two martial arts!

Holding the small black arrow, Zhao Tie glanced at the direction Yuan Jing was escaping, thought for a moment, and then chased after him.

It's already the moment when Tu Qiong dagger sees him, and he can't let go of the other party.

The sky was getting brighter at this time, so it was not difficult to identify Yuan Jing's escape direction from the traces of branches and leaves without relying entirely on hearing sounds.

Just when Zhao Tong caught up to a slightly sparse area, he heard bursts of "whirring" sounds.

He looked up and couldn't help but be startled. All he saw was branches, grass and leaves. These things were flying and dancing towards him like a whirlwind.

Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at these sticks. In his eyes, they were all like small arrows, with the power to kill people. Moreover, these things did not move in a straight line.

It seems to be swept up in the air by the wind, wandering back and forth with the wind, where is there a straight line?

Zhao Tong knew that this was definitely controlled by someone. These tree branches and grass sticks were arrows. Shenzhi Palace's unique skill was the sad arrow technique. Everything in the world was an arrow. He could come and go freely. Yuan Jing must be controlling it behind the scenes.At this moment, whirlwinds were everywhere, drifting, and more and more debris was swept into the air and began to approach Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong touched his chin. This was the first time he encountered such a strange attack. He couldn't help but flicked his hand and flicked out the Moye Sword.

"Girl Zhi, wouldn't it be better to hide?"

When no one responded, he continued: "I don't know whether I should continue to call you Miss Zhi, or should I call you...Jing Fei?"

Just as he finished speaking, the whirlwind grass stick branches all around in the air were all shot towards him as if they had received some order.

Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows and stared in one direction, which turned out to be a tree. In an instant, he united his sword and sword, and the cold light in his palm was like a silver dragon turning over the sea, piercing straight towards it.

All the arrows flying towards the grass and trees were smashed by him, and none of them could get close at all. Although the grass and trees could kill people, they were very fragile and could not withstand being stirred up by a weapon like Mo Xie.

Zhao Tong just made a test, but the other party didn't expect that he had guessed his identity, and he was shocked and angry and revealed his flaw.

The princess of a country came to fight with people in a place far away from the capital. No matter what the reason was, it was unjustifiable. Even though Yuan Jing was a half-step grand master, she was just a young woman in terms of character. Her identity was suddenly revealed. After slacking off for a moment, he asked Zhao Tong to find his hiding place.

Zhao Tong's sword looks like a stab, but in fact it is a cut. One stab and twelve cuts, the No. 12 deadly sword!
The last time he watched Yuan Ying practice with a wooden sword, he felt touched. Although Yuan Ying's self-created swordsmanship was immature and not worth mentioning, Yuan Ying had an innocent heart. Although she was the most talented in marksmanship, she She loves swords even more than Zhao Tong, so the swordsmanship she creates may not be very powerful, but it is sincere and sincere.

Zhao Tong lacks this kind of sincerity towards swords. Although he uses swords the most, he actually treats all weapons the same and has no special love and pursuit, so he has not created the twelve deadly swords for a long time.

However, when I saw Yuan Ying's moves, I realized a lot. I went back to the tent and thought about it for a while, and it seemed that it fell into place and I made the No. 12 sword.

This fatal sword No. 12 is different from the previous eleven swords.

Li Zhu's Ten Deadly Swords are the foundation, Zhao Tong's No. 11 Sword is the bridge, and the No. 12 Sword is equivalent to his own.

He reached the tree with his sword in the blink of an eye, and the cold light burst out. He didn't care whether there was anyone waiting behind the tree, and just stabbed it twelve times.

And how sharp Mo Xie's sword is, just look at the branches and leaves flying around, and the tree trunks are cut like tofu. In just an instant, all twelve swords are cut.

Then Zhao Tong kicked off his toes and jumped to the side. A big tree fell to the ground and turned into twelve sections.

At this moment, a dozen black lights suddenly shot out from the broken leaves of grass, which were scattered in the dust. These black lights were not very fast, but they went up, down, left, right, and in all directions.

Zhao Tong couldn't help but frown, it must be the Arrow of Sadness, and sure enough, the arrow drew an arc and came towards him.

He snorted coldly and hid for a few times, feeling impatient. Suddenly he swayed and threw himself behind the broken tree...

(End of this chapter)