Ancient Identification System

Chapter 307 Explosion

The white-haired old man retreated into the Xuanluo Gate, and said, "Chen Hen, you are finally here."

This man named Chen Hen can be regarded as the direct disciple of the white-haired old man, and there is a tendency that the blue is better than the blue.In Xuanluomen, there is also a small mountain of its own as its territory.

Chen Hen is also in his thirties, and has been the apprentice of the white-haired old man for 20 years, and he has a deep affection for his master.Now that someone came to trouble the white-haired old man, he naturally wanted to help.

Chen Hen said: "Master, in a few minutes, those elders will arrive."

Wang Mingdao: "It's useless for the master to beat you. I said old man, you really don't intend to listen to what we want to ask you when we come here? We didn't fight you directly when we came here."

Wang Ming's words didn't mean what he meant when he heard the white-haired old man, it was clearly because Wang Ming was afraid.

The white-haired old man guessed that Wang Ming and others were not much stronger than him, mainly because he was alone before.When the other party heard Chen Hen say that the elders were coming, Wang Ming spoke up, trying to bring the battle back to peace and speak, which was a proof of cowardice.

However, this is only the white-haired old man's personal opinion. The main thing is that Wang Ming still wants to find out whether this white-haired old man has anything to do with the Raksha gang.

After all, Wang Ming is not a bloodthirsty person.

The white-haired old man said: "No matter what you came for, you can't leave alive, but if you have any last words, I don't mind if you say them."

After hearing this, Wang Ming sneered and said, "I kindly want to give you a chance to live, but since you don't cherish it, I still want to ask you if the Raksha Gang has anything to do with you."

The white-haired old man had already affirmed in his heart that the other party had the idea of ​​retreating. In addition, the only master of the Raksha Gang was dead, so he did not associate Wang Ming with the Raksha Gang.

The white-haired old man simply wanted to frustrate the other party's momentum, and said: "I didn't expect Luo Sha to help you know that the Raksha Gang has nothing to do with me, but who let them have what I need in their hands, but unfortunately, that The Zombie Witch refused to hand it over, so I will kill her."

For the sake of his own face, the white-haired old man would naturally not say that he was cheated first, and then the other party chose to blew himself up.

Wang Ming trembled a little when he heard it halfway, not because of fear, but because of anger.

There is only one Raksha gang in Lin Yucheng, and there is only one zombie witch in the Raksha gang, and she is Xi Leng.

Although Wang Ming had only met her a few times, the other party gave him the key fragments after all.

All in all, after all, I owe the Raksha Gang.So now Wang Ming also has a reason, it can be said that this is not a reason, it is because Wang Ming thinks that the head of the Xuan Luo Sect is weird, so he came to the door, and at this time it is just a confirmation of the fact.

It's just that this confirmation shattered any chance of Wang Ming's survival against Xi Leng.

If it was said that Wang Ming just hated the head of the Xuan Luo Sect before, now it can be said that he wanted to kill him.

And Wang Ming also thought of something, the other party probably wanted to get the key fragments in Xi Leng's hands, but it was he who took the key fragments himself, which led to Xi Leng's only choice of death.

But judging by the appearance of the sect master of Xuanluo Sect, Xi Leng definitely did not tell the matter about handing over the key fragments to him, which further deepened Wang Ming's guilt towards Xi Leng.

Wang Ming said three good words with anger, "It's really you, and it's thanks to you for admitting this. Then you have nothing to explain next. Prepare to bear my anger Bar."

At this moment, the white-haired old man didn't speak, Chen Hen spoke first, and said: "You don't look very old, so why are you tired of living well. And you brought a beauty here, I think I should thank you."

Apart from his good talent, Chen Hen is greedy for sex. The female demon's appearance can be said to be more beautiful than that of a fairy. Even a man would feel it, let alone a person who is already greedy for beauty.

As long as Chen Hen thought of what could happen between him and the other party, he would not have much hatred for Wang Ming, but he would still kill Wang Ming.

The female demon said: "Wang, this person makes me sick just looking at him, you should get rid of him first. It seems that this person is definitely not a good guy."

Wang Mingdao: "Don't worry Lianhua, these people are going to die!"

At this moment, Wang Ming remembered the Yaotian Bow he got from the elves in his backpack. Facing the two people from Xuan Luomen, Wang Ming already felt that they were no longer qualified to fight with him.Now my purpose is very pure, purely to kill people.

Then using the Yaotian Bow is naturally the only magic weapon. Wang Ming can use his mental power to condense the arrow, and it has a mental lock, no matter how the opponent dodges, it is difficult to escape.

Chen He yelled, and the palm of his hand became unreal, and the final shape was a bit like a translucent spar.

Chen Hen learned from the white-haired old man, and he never learned how to use a single weapon in his life, and it was precisely because of this that his palm became his strongest magic weapon.

The first arrow Wang Ming shot was aimed at Chen Hen. Although the white-haired old man was quite troublesome, but he still didn't know anything about Chen Hen's strength, this first arrow could also be regarded as a test arrow.

The gust of arrow feathers startled Chen Hen, but when he closed his palms, he caught the arrow just in time.

Wang Ming secretly said: My good fellow, it seems that he has some skills.

Although Wang Ming was very surprised in his heart, Wang Ming was not worried. After all, one arrow is easy to catch, but two, three or even more.

Even if your palm can block your own arrows, it is impossible to react.

The female demon said: "Scorpion King, this place is handed over to the king. Let's fly in and don't let other people continue to intervene."

The other people Nuba mentioned were the elders of Xuan Luomen.

These elders have arrived after so long. Although they are not very willing to come out to help, they still have to put on a show on the surface.

The white-haired old man glanced at Nuba, and Wang Ming said, "Old man, your opponent is me. If you don't concentrate, you will die."

As he spoke, five arrow feathers shot out, two aimed at the white-haired old man and three at Chen Hen.

The white-haired old man didn't dare to hide in the void at this time, but he didn't dare to resist the bow and arrow shot by Wang Ming with his bare hands like Chen Hen, so he had no choice but to dodge in a hurry.

But Wang Ming's arrow kept chasing after him.

The white-haired old man cursed secretly, and said: "I don't believe that the energy in it is endless."

The mental power contained in the arrow will naturally be consumed continuously, but it is enough to hit the opponent before it is exhausted.

The white-haired old man condensed a soft energy, trying to use this energy to wrap the energy of the arrow feathers.

However, he still underestimated Wang Ming's strength. The stronger Wang Ming's spiritual power was, the stronger the arrow feathers he shot would be. And this harsh impact cannot be blocked by a layer of energy membrane.

The arrow feathers still directly passed through the white-haired old man's chest, and the blood did not splash out directly, but slowly flowed down the wound.

One hand of the white-haired old man grabbed the arrow feather with powerful energy, and a chemical reaction occurred between part of the energy on the surface of the arrow feather and the white-haired old man's hand.

The "sizzling" sound made people feel great pain, but the white-haired old man didn't show it very violently.

But this thought is also normal, even the part of the arrow that gathered most of the energy of the arrow feather pierced his chest did not cause him much pain, not to mention the strength of his hand is higher than other parts of his body .

The white-haired old man said: "I thought your attack power was so strong, it turned out to be nothing more than that. How could a small arrow of this strength hurt me." He pulled out the arrow feathers as he spoke.

Chen Hen on the side also cleverly avoided the arrow feathers. Although there were more arrow feathers rushing towards him, Chen Hen was still in his prime, and his strength was much higher than that of the white-haired old man.

At this moment, Chen Hen had already revealed a triumphant smile.Of course, Wang Ming saw all of this.

Wang Ming calmly said: "Old man, feel it carefully. Did you really pull out the arrow feather in your body now?"

The white-haired old man glanced at the arrow feathers that he randomly threw on the ground.

But he only saw the body of Jian Yu, and the arrow was still in the body of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man really couldn't calm down anymore, but he didn't have any way to take out the arrow. After all, even if he dug out the flesh of his chest, it might be difficult to take out the arrow.

Chen Hen said: "Master, let's deal with him first."

Just as the white-haired old man was about to answer, his chest exploded in an instant, and huge energy burst out from the inside out. This kind of energy was enough to blow the white-haired old man into pieces, and that was exactly the case.

The blood-stained stumps of the white-haired old man were scattered everywhere by the impact.

Standing beside the white-haired old man, Chen Hen also looked miserable.The powerful energy can't tell who is who. Of course, even if it can tell, it will definitely bombard Chen Hen without hesitation.

Although Chen Hen was not blown to pieces like the white-haired old man, he was not much better, and there was no intact skin on his whole body.

Naturally, Wang Ming was not harmed. After all, the timing of the explosion was also controlled by Wang Ming himself.

The only thing that Wang Ming didn't expect was that the sound of the explosion was not very loud, just like the sound of firecrackers.

Wang Mingdao: "This is the result of being too confident."

Although Wang Ming's success stemmed from his own mental strength, the other important factor that could kill the white-haired old man was the bow and arrow from the elves in his hands.

Without this bow, Wang Ming probably wouldn't be able to pierce the white-haired old man's skin, let alone pierce his chest.

Wang Ming said again: "Xi Leng, I made him explode too. You can rest in peace."

Chen Hen, who was covered in blood, would cause great pain even if he moved even a little bit, but he still had to move. If he stayed here without moving, it would definitely be a dead end.

He now has a more accurate assessment of Wang Ming's strength, and Wang Ming is simply not something he can deal with.