Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1165 - 915: Tie Kuangtu’s Grief, the Sacrifice of Shi Feixuan!

"Hng hmph!"

Just as Jiang Dali was struck by Di Ni’s Primordial Spirit Power, Shi Feixuan’s delicate body seemed unable to bear the immense force within the arrows, her sleeves shattered as her figure was knocked back.

However, even as she was still in mid-air, another arrow suddenly pierced through the wind like lightning.

Shi Feixuan’s expression changed, and the Sword Radiance burst forth, thrusting directly upwards like a luminous arc to intercept the incoming arrow.

Clang!

The arrow and sword collided, producing a dull hum like thunder as Qi Force clashed.

The golden arrow flashed like light, vanishing so quickly it was impossible for the naked eye to catch.

With a "crack,"

the burning mast behind was abruptly shot through by the immense force of the arrow, splintering in the raging flames as it slowly toppled, the arrow piercing through the mast and embedding deeply into an image of the Heavenly Monk within the cabin, the arrow’s tail vibrating violently, buzzing continuously.

Shi Feixuan’s figure shifted horizontally a dozen feet in the air before landing, a rosy tint appearing on her jade-like face, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her gaze growing even colder.

"Master!!"

Bu Chi, who had just embraced Bu Chen and cried out in sorrow, stared blankly at the Heavenly Monk’s image pierced so effortlessly, exclaiming in disbelief.

But just at that moment—

With a hum, the air exploded, as another arrow, carrying terrifying force that ripped through the air, swiftly followed.

Then came a second, third, fourth...

The night sky was suddenly filled with a rain of arrows, deadly like a reaper, as if a line of archers shot at the same time, leaving no room for reprieve.

Shui Ni and Feng Ni could only manage to knock away two arrows before being engulfed by three, four, five, six, seven, eight arrows, like terrifying black shadows suddenly attacking.

Shi Feixuan’s eyes focused, her pretty face suddenly illuminated with a holy glow, inspiring awe and reverence.

Two intense Primordial Spirit Powers erupted from her body, making the atmosphere suddenly heavy, the air feeling oppressively thick.

Instantly, the fierce arrows from the opposite shore were perceived by Shi Feixuan’s mind, seemingly slowing down, becoming sluggish.

As they flew toward the ship, they seemed to sink into a thick porridge, and she could "see" the layers of shock waves, like ripples in a lake, produced by the arrows tearing through the air.

Thus, the arrows that appeared swift seemed like snails in her "eyes," with each trajectory clearly visible.

Though her frail body could not match her mind’s speed to intercept the arrows at the most advantageous time and angle, she could at least avoid the most harm.

Her Spiritual World emitted a sigh and a wail of grief and compassion.

Two barely perceptible Primordial Spirit Powers tangled and entwined.

Suddenly, half separated, flying silently from the back of Shi Feixuan’s head, merging into the lake below.

Yet Shi Feixuan continued to control the sword with her mind, the Sekong Sword emanating brilliant light, flashing like lightning, Sword Qi filling the sky, heading straight for the rain of arrows.

And she, like a dancing fairy, appeared and disappeared amid the sword light, like a moon slightly veiled by thin clouds, moving through the arrow rain.

The fearsome Swordsmanship, like a storm driving swirling snow, formed a cyclone of Sword Qi that swept away the arrows targeting Feng Ni and Shui Ni.

When the Cihang Sword Manual was used with the assistance of Di Ni’s Primordial Spirit, it was more terrifying than any other Sword Manual’s use.

Or rather, at this moment, it should not be called the Cihang Sword Manual, but the original Other Shore Sword Technique.

This kind of Swordsmanship had no formal rules, but each strike targeted the enemy’s weaknesses, each sword stroke honed beyond measure, marvelously capturing the natural order, its Sword Qi penetrating like mercury into every nook, forming an impenetrable defense.

...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the shore, Jiang Dali, with cold determination, continuously drew and released his bow, the muscles of his arms bulging and rippling like a relentless pile driver, pulling the 20-stone great bow to its full draw and releasing.

Tie Kuangtu only felt the relentless impact of Jiang Dali’s foot pressing on his back, almost driving his grounded knee into the earth.

Like a cannon endlessly firing, the massive recoil caused the stone bricks on the ground to crumble, and his left arm was nearly numb, feeling as if gripped by an iron vise, trembling violently, the flesh of his arm going numb from the shock.

Jiang Dali’s arrow release grew increasingly quick, his hands almost a blur.

Each time an arrow was shot, the violent trembling of the bowstring made Tie Kuangtu feel as if his arm would become useless, but before the bowstring stopped vibrating, Jiang Dali’s massive hand impassively notched another arrow and continued shooting.

He nearly pushed his speed to the limit, the roaring sounds of the released arrows merging into one continuous stream, the golden arrows appearing as a golden line to everyone under the night sky.

The generals who previously delivered arrow quivers were all terrified, not daring to approach.

Because now, even the air around Jiang Dali seemed to have been sucked away, forming an extremely terrifying gust pressure field.

With each shot, the air exploded into a whirlwind, enough to cause internal injuries to anyone below the Gang Qi Realm.

The surrounding soldiers had already retreated dozens of steps, all stunned, watching in shock as the golden arrow shadows disappeared into the night, only to be swept away by the sword light in the lake, resembling continuously exploding silver lightning.