Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

C345 The Power of the Divine Bow



C345 The Power of the Divine Bow

"Phew!"    

    

Wang Po let out a heavy breath. The Golden Arrow that Zhao Muer casually summoned gave him a lot of pressure.    

    

Looking at the Floating Golden Bow in Zhao Muer's hand, Wang Po was very envious. The Floating Golden Bow was Zhao Muer's bloodline, but it could be condensed into a soul item. The power it could unleash was several times or even dozens of times that of a normal soul item.    

    

Not to mention, the Floating Golden Bow was an ancient divine weapon!    

    

Knowing that this battle was unavoidable, Zhao Muer did not say anything else. She just said that she would let Wang Po go, it was purely because she did not want to kill him.    

    

"Golden Eagle Chasing Sun!"    

    

Zhao Muer released the bowstring. The Golden Arrow that had been condensed for a long time turned into a soaring eagle. With an incredible speed, it pierced towards Wang Po's chest.    

    

Wang Po shouted, "Good job!" He swung his blade and slashed!    

    

Wang Po cultivated Ba Dao, and each slash pursued the limit of strength. This was also the reason why he was able to break the sword formation formed by the young girls without consuming the phoenix blood.    

    

Those who cultivated Ba Dao were indeed not good at being outnumbered. What they were good at was being strong when they encountered the strong.    

    

The Golden Arrow formed by the Floating Golden Bow could break rocks and shatter mountains, but it was unable to break through Wang Po's blade.    

    

"Pa!"    

    

The golden light exploded. Wang Po also took half a step back. He laughed loudly, "Awesome!"    

    

Wang Po raised his knife and walked forward. He strode forward. With every step he took, he was close to one meter away from Zhao Muer.    

    

Zhao Muer did not care about the Golden Arrow being broken. Facing Wang Po who was getting closer and closer, she did not continue to pull the bowstring. Instead, she swung the Floating Golden Bow forward.    

    

"Pa!"    

    

The Heaven Severing Blade and Floating Golden Bow collided heavily. Wang Po widened his eyes. His Tyrannical Saber was actually blocked by the slender Zhao Muer.    

    

If Wang Hao was present, he would definitely be shocked. Two years ago... Zhao Muer had just awakened the Floating Golden Bow. Although she was strong, she was not good at being cautious in battle. Even ordinary martial artists of the same realm could get close to her. She took Zhao Muer down in three moves.    

    

But now, Zhao Muer had grown to the point where she could contend with Wang Po, who cultivated the Tyrannical Saber.    

    

"Let me see how much strength you have!"    

    

Wang Po did not draw his blade and slash again. Instead, he pressed the strength of his arm into the blade. He was very sure that with Zhao Muer's daughter's body, even if she could resist his attack temporarily, she would not be able to last long.    

    

Wang Po's guess was correct. In just an instant, the Floating Golden Bow was lowered.    

    

Just as Wang Po thought that he was about to succeed, Zhao Muer shook her wrist. The Floating Golden Bow circled around the Heaven Severing Blade and returned to Zhao Muer's hand.    

    

Zhao Muer calmly lifted the Floating Golden Bow and hit Wang Po's chin.    

    

"What an ingenious method!" Wang Po praised her in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all. He stopped the falling blade in time and stabbed towards Zhao Muer's abdomen.    

    

Wang Po did not think about how to defend against Zhao Muer's attack. Instead, he threw the choice to his opponent.    

    

If Zhao Muer insisted on shattering Wang Po's chin, the Heaven Severing Blade would easily penetrate her body.    

    

This was a very simple choice. Breaking one's chin was not fatal to a powerful warrior. It did not even affect the performance of one's strength. However, being pierced by a sharp weapon was a serious injury.    

    

Wang Po believed that anyone would make the right choice.    

    

But in the next second, Wang Po was deeply shocked by Zhao Muer's actions.    

    

Zhao Muer acted as if she did not see the Heaven Severing Blade piercing towards her. She injected even more Yuan energy into the Floating Golden Bow.    

    

"Crack!" This was the sound of Wang Po's chin being broken.    

    

"Puff!" This was the sound of Zhao Muer's body being pierced through.    

    

Wang Po endured the pain and turned the Heaven Severing Blade in his hand. In an instant, a big hole appeared on Zhao Muer's body.    

    

However, the scene of blood and flesh flying in Wang Po's imagination did not appear. He only saw Zhao Muer's body become transparent and eventually turned into an ice sculpture.    

    

"When did she escape? !”    

    

Wang Po was shocked. After that, he heard a piercing sound coming from behind him.    

    

"Dodge!"    

    

Wang Po used his movement technique and rushed forward a hundred meters. Behind him, ice crystals rose up from the ground.    

    

Turning around, Wang Po finally saw clearly that three hundred meters away, Zhao Muer was holding the Floating Golden Bow, and there were seven ice arrows on her bow.    

    

"I fell for it!" Wang Po could not help but sigh in his heart. Three hundred meters away, for a martial artist with a divine bow, there were too many things he could do.    

    

"Ice Arrow!"    

    

Seven ice arrows shot out at the same time, blocking all of Wang Po's escape routes.    

    

Wang Po took a deep breath, his expression incomparably solemn. If he wanted to kill Zhao Muer, he must do everything he could to return to Zhao Muer's side.    

    

"Kill!"    

    

Wang Po took a step forward. The ground under his feet immediately sank. He jumped with explosive force and turned into an afterimage.    

    

Wang Po had made the right choice, but it was easier said than done to get close to Zhao Muer again.    

    

The seven ice arrows in the sky firmly locked onto Wang Po's Qi. They changed direction the moment Wang Po changed his body.    

    

Wang Po looked up at the ice arrows flying towards him. He did not continue to dodge. He waved the Heaven Cutting Blade in his hand. The soaring blade light slashed the seven ice arrows into pieces!    

    

The shattered ice arrows turned into countless ice powder and landed in front of Wang Po. Each ice powder would form an ice flower on the ground.    

    

The ice flower had thorns. Wang Po was about to fly over, but he was shocked to find that the ice flowers on the ground suddenly danced.    

    

Each ice flower had seven petals. The petals were very thin, but they were exceptionally sharp.    

    

The petals separated from the ice flowers and spun rapidly, enveloping Wang Po's figure.    

    

"Crap!"    

    

The current scene was the most difficult to deal with for Wang Po. He did not have a martial skill that could sweep away a thousand soldiers.    

    

"Charge over!"    

    

Wang Po gritted his teeth and forcefully charged through the flower petals that filled the sky. When he was still thirty meters away from Zhao Muer, his entire body was covered in fine wounds.    

    

Zhao Muer did not seem to want to fight in close combat with Wang Po again. Her feet lightly tapped and she jumped backwards.    

    

Only at this moment did Wang Po realize that Zhao Muer's movement technique was terrifyingly powerful.    

    

Zhao Muer was like a dragonfly that touched water. Her figure was gentle but her speed was shocking. No matter how Wang Po sped up his pace, he could at most maintain the distance between the two of them and not change.    

    

The Floating Golden Bow's bowstring was pulled up once again. There was no ice arrow condensed. What was condensed was a bone-chilling cold wind.    

    

"Storm Arrow!"    

    

The bowstring shrank, and the storm howled. In the violent wind, there were countless tiny ice particles. Each ice particle was an arrow.    

    

When her fellow disciples and sisters were fighting with Wang Po, Zhao Muer had been standing where she was. She did not have a cold temperament and did not care about the relationship between her and Wang Po. Instead, she had been observing Wang Po's every move.    

    

Know yourself and know your enemy. Only then can you win a hundred battles. Since she knew that Wang Po was not good at being outnumbered, Zhao Muer magnified his weakness by a hundred times.    

    

A gust of wind shot out ten thousand arrows at the same time!    

    

Wang Po widened his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. His body exploded into a bloody mist, and he fell heavily to the ground.    

    

Zhao Muer did not withdraw her bow. If the strongest person under the Spirit Martial Stage only had this kind of strength, then it would be an undeserved reputation.    

    

"It really hurts!"    

    

Wang Po got up again. He circulated his cultivation technique and shattered all the ice crystals in his body. He cursed, "If I had known this was the case, I would have let Dao Ba deal with this little girl!"    

    

He wiped the blood off his face and shouted to Zhao Muer, "Little girl, you are holding onto my weakness and not letting go. You are bullying me!"    

    

Zhao Muer did not speak. A life and death battle was also irreconcilable. How could there be any meaning to it?    

    

"Pui!" Wang Po spat out the blood in his throat, "Looks like I will not be able to do it if I don't show some real skills!"    

    

He bit the tip of his tongue, forced out the Essence Blood, and swallowed it into his stomach.    

    

Black lines appeared on Wang Po's body. The black lines condensed, forming a strange pattern.    

    

These patterns were the words of the Devil Clan.    

    

"Condense!"    

    

Wang Po shouted. The surface of his body was instantly entangled by the devil Qi. The devil Qi followed the pattern and started to adhere to it, forming a set of heavy armor.    

    

Wang Po's entire body was wrapped by the heavy armor. Even his eyes were protected by a special mechanism.    

    

"I'm not afraid of you anymore!"    

    

Wang Po smiled and strode towards Zhao Muer. Zhao Muer frowned and drew her bow again.    

    

It was another storm, but the ice in the storm could not pierce through Wang Po's heavy armor and could only make the sound of hailstones hitting metal.    

    

Zhao Muer condensed the Golden Arrow and could penetrate armor, but it was shattered by Wang Po's blade.    

    

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. Zhao Muer was ready to pull away again.    

    

"If you try to dodge again, I will kill all of your senior and junior sisters one by one."    

    

Wang Po said very calmly but his tone was resolute and decisive. Zhao Muer looked at the seriously injured twelve young girls and stood where she was and did not continue to dodge.    

    

"That's right!"    

    

Wang Po laughed loudly as he swung his blade. The blade light broke the sky and carried boundless dominance, as if it wanted to tear Zhao Muer into pieces.    

    

...    

    

In a pitch black cave, the Left Guardian was standing on the ground, using fresh blood to paint a formation.    

    

In each of the four corners of the formation, a candle was lit. The flickering flame on the candle was green, extremely strange.    

    

The Left Protector read the incantation, and a rich demonic energy surged out of the magic formation. Immediately after, a headless demon appeared in front of the Left Protector.    

    

The Left Protector immediately knelt on one knee and respectfully said, "Lord Li Weidan!"    

    

This head was the Devil King Li Weidan, who had escaped from the dream after being defeated by Wang Hao. The Devil King's life was tenacious, and although it only had a head left, it could still live.    

    

Li Weidan was unwilling to lose. He secretly plotted a scheme, preparing to one day slaughter his way back to the dream world and break the seal of the abyss.    

    

"How's the situation?"    

    

The Left Protector replied, "I have already sent Wang Po to assassinate Zhao Muer. As for Lau Lang's side, I will leave it to Dao Ba to deal with them. These two men are very powerful, and I can guarantee that they will complete the mission."    

    

"Dao Ba is dead."    

    

Li Weidan's voice was very calm, but it shocked the Left Protector.    

    

"Dao Ba's ability is just enough to suppress Lau Lang. How could he lose?"    

    

Li Weidan sneered, "Of course he will lose, because this king was also defeated by that brat!"    

    

The Left Guardian didn't dare to interrupt. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the formation was activated once again. Another figure appeared beside Li Weidan.    

    

"Right Protector?"    

    


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