A master of comedy!

Chapter 34 Divine Arrow
"not good!"

Xie Daqian's pupils contracted, and he twirled the whisk in his hand, the white whisk tails resembling startled little snakes, spinning and coiling around him.

The invisible magical power transformed into turbulent currents, like whirlpools in water, drawing in and swallowing all three arrows.

In an instant, the arrow that could split stone tablets seemed to have been shot into water, its power diminished layer by layer, and in the end, Xie Daqian caught it.

The arrow fletched slightly, as if still unwilling to give up.

However, a few wisps of dust drifted down slowly, only to be blown away by the wind and turn into dust.

Xie Daqian's hand holding the arrow trembled slightly, and his expression became even more solemn.

What powerful archery skills!

His skill level was above that of the young man, but not by much. The other man was holding a divine bow, his killing intent was aroused, and he was a hundred paces away, so he had a clear advantage.

I only regret that the arrogant soldier couldn't come along, otherwise I could have withstood a few divine arrows and killed him at close range!

"young people--"

His response was a barrage of arrows piercing the air, their whistling sound like a storm, and the man with his bow possessed the power to send ten thousand arrows flying.

Xie Daqian waved his precious whisk with all his might. This was a magic weapon that he had nurtured for decades and was usually reluctant to use, but now the whisk was falling off one strand after another.

Arrows lay scattered haphazardly on the ground, and the whisk in his hand was almost completely bald.

His magical power was being rapidly depleted, and Xie Daqian's eyes were filled with uncertainty. He knew very well that if this continued, he would be like Gao Chong in "The Chariot Chariot," slowly worn down to death!

We must find a way to get close!

However, Zhou Sheng understood this as well and gave him no chance at all.

"The advisor's words were too harsh, which angered Huang Zhong. He learned archery and horsemanship at the age of thirteen and was renowned for his defense of Changsha. Since he joined the Imperial Uncle's army, he single-handedly crossed the Wu Gorge on horseback..."

The singing resumed, this time of a scene from "Dingjun Mountain." Zhuge Liang was worried that Huang Zhong was too old to defeat Zhang He, so Huang Zhong volunteered. Zhuge Liang then said that there was an iron-rimmed bow in his tent, and if Huang Zhong could draw it, he could go.

The undefeated archer Huang Zhong, who had been invincible all his life, could not bear this provocation and immediately uttered a bold statement, vowing to draw his bow.

"Here comes the bow!"

A single line of opera-style recitation, majestic and powerful, filled with boundless pride, as if surging hot blood were colliding and echoing in an aged chest.

The next moment, Zhou Sheng drew the precious carved bow in his hand to its fullest extent, and the pale gold in his pupils almost solidified, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at him.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Three more arrows were shot out, but these three arrows were not fired simultaneously, but in quick succession, the legendary rapid-fire arrows.

Rapid-fire arrows are a technique of quick shooting, emphasizing the continuous, uninterrupted flow of arrows.

Before the first arrow arrives, the second arrow is already shot; before the second arrow arrives, the third arrow is already shot, giving the enemy no chance to catch their breath.

Swift as a storm, powerful as thunder!
Xie Daqian's expression changed drastically. His whisk successfully blocked the first arrow, but before he could catch his breath, the second arrow was already upon him.

With a crisp sizzle, like tearing silk.

His precious whisk was completely stripped bare; all the whisk tails were torn apart by the arrow's energy, and even the handle was cracked.

However, a third arrow followed, which was also the most powerful.

The first two arrows were just to clear a path; this last arrow was the real killing intent!
boom!
The arrow shattered two layers of stone walls and finally embedded itself deeply into a third wall, with only half of the humming and trembling shaft protruding from the ground.

Drops of blood mixed with brain matter fell down the feathers of the arrow.

Xie Daqian stood there blankly, his once bright eyes gradually dimming, leaving behind a deep sense of resentment.

There was a large hole between his eyebrows, where an arrow had pierced his skull, leaving him with absolutely no chance of survival.

The third arrow was too fast and too ruthless. Although he had opened his eyes and could see the trajectory of the arrow, he had consumed too much magic power earlier and had not recovered his inner energy. Even if he could see it clearly, his body could not dodge it in time.

The cultivation he painstakingly achieved could only delay his death by a few moments compared to a normal person, allowing him to prolong his life by a few breaths.

Pfft!
Xie Daqian knelt on the ground and slowly collapsed. At this moment, intense resentment and regret filled his heart. After decades of cultivation, he had finally opened his eyes and joined the Longhua Sect. He was also valued by the sect leader and entrusted with important responsibilities.

Once Magistrate Zhu's matter is settled, he will be promoted to the position of incense protector in the sect and will be taught even more advanced profound skills and secret techniques!
But all of this was ruined by that kid who performed shady opera!
Thinking of this, filled with intense resentment, he mobilized his last bit of magical power and formed his final hand seal amidst the pool of blood.

The next moment, Zhou Sheng, who was in the distance, felt a strong sense of crisis.

Immediately afterwards, the eaves beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and a hideous and terrifying figure emerged.

It turned out to be a giant centipede with forty-nine pairs of purplish-black legs!

Its dark red carapace seemed to be oozing blood, its tentacles were forked, and its jaw teeth were bluish-black. As soon as it appeared, a fishy stench hit the air, making people dizzy.

Zhou Sheng was instantly terrified. This centipede was enormous, almost demonic, and must be highly venomous!

At the critical moment, the rigorous, almost cruel, training his master had given him in the past finally saved his life.

Countless hours of hard training have made it an instinct for the body; before the brain can even think, the body automatically dodges.

With a light touch of the toes, the body leaps into the air, spinning like the wind—this is a spinning motion in traditional Chinese opera.

At this moment, the centipede that attacked him became, in Zhou Sheng's eyes, a pebble that had been shot from his master's hand during his practice of tumbling.

Double Swallow, Tiger Crossing, Flying Kick...

In a flash, he moved with graceful movements and swift, decisive actions, displaying both the agility of a bird and the speed of a tiger.

The giant centipede's several attacks all missed their mark, and its venom landed on the roof tiles, even corroding and cracking the rubble.

A series of cracking sounds could be heard; these were the crisp sounds of Zhou Sheng's hands and feet colliding and his sleeves fluttering as he dodged.

Thirteen consecutive slaps, also known as "Thirteen Flying Slaps" in traditional Chinese opera, is a highly difficult and complex dodging technique.

The hard work and sweat of the past have made this stage skill unique.

Finally, he finished with a bow stance, landing firmly on his feet, a jet-black feathered arrow already nocked on the great bow.

At that moment, the giant centipede took to the air, revealing its relatively soft lower abdomen.

Whoosh!
The arrow, like a bolt of black lightning, pierced through the giant centipede instantly and pinned it to the stone wall.

The centipede insect is dead but not stiff.

Seeing the struggling legs, Zhou Sheng did not hesitate and shot several more arrows, almost turning the centipede into a sieve.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief as the Luoshu in his mind shone brightly, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

That was really dangerous!
It turns out that the Taoist priest, who seemed helpless against his divine arrows, was actually stalling for time so that his tamed demon could burrow underground and launch a sneak attack!
The opponent's tactics were brilliant; their earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique used to escape into the ground) was a perfect counter to his eagle eyes, and they were almost successful.

Fortunately, Zhou Sheng didn't hesitate at all and used his superb skill of shooting arrows in rapid succession to pierce the opponent's head first!
Being one step ahead means life or death.

If he had been a step slower, he might not have been able to dodge the centipede's sneak attack while confronting the Taoist priest.

"No, don't kill me!!"

Seeing that even Master Xie was dead, Magistrate Zhu completely panicked. He turned and fled frantically, his eyes filled with terror.

But the next moment, an arrow pierced his left patella.

Pfft!
His body fell to the ground, dragging one leg as he crawled forward with difficulty, leaving a long trail of blood.

His eyes were filled with a longing for life.

Zhou Sheng stared coldly, as if he could see Uncle Xu crawling bit by bit at the bottom of the icy Pear Blossom River on that dark night, still seething with resentment.

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