Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 602 - 220: Hong Huo Heroically Rescues the Grandmaster_4
Then he walked to the door and clasped his palm in the air.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz buzz!
Something seemed to be vibrating on the beams of the tomb, with dust falling simultaneously.
Swish!
Finally, as a cloud of dust exploded on the beam, a silver longbow flew straight into Fang Liyan's palm.
The longbow was coated with a layer of silver powder, reflecting a faint metallic sheen.
"Master, this Silver Flame Bow can still be drawn a few times. I originally planned to have it buried with me, but now it seems destined to be broken by me.
"Perhaps a broken bow is the most fitting burial object,"
Fang Liyan murmured to himself.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz buzz!
It seemed the longbow, sealed for countless years, was responding vibrantly to Fang Liyan's whispers.
Both the Silver Flame Bow and Fang Liyan were old, worn, and battered.
The silver glimmer was merely a refreshed paint by Fang Liyan.
Crash!
When Fang Liyan opened the tomb door, a fierce battle was taking place outside, with blood flying.
Not far away, lay more than thirty Martial Artists of the National Guardian Master Team, their bodies scattered around alongside numerous alien corpses.
The leader of this invasion of Jiangwu City was a few sixth-grade Yangxiang Race, no... there was also a Grandmaster of the Four-armed Race.
Under the protection of the Wei Yuan Corps and the National Guardian Master Team's royalty, Jiangwu City's tomb had not been breached.
Yet the ordinary martial artists of the Yangxiang Race were too abundant, causing heavy losses to the National Guardian Master Team.
Such wars are the most suffocating.
In terms of scale, there was no need to activate radar, as these aliens were cunning, they just stirred trouble around Jiangwu City's outskirts, never entering radar range.
But the losses to the National Guardian Master Team were extensive.
"As long as one Grandmaster dies, your balance will be shattered.
"I, Fang Liyan, though a dying man unable to exert eighth-grade strength, can still kill a mere sixth-grade."
Chaos reigned outside the tomb.
The air was filled with a pungent stench of blood, and fearful screams rang from afar.
The citizens born in Jiangyuan Country had long been accustomed to such scenes.
Ordinary folks who couldn't escape curled up in corners, trembling; aside from praying, there was nothing they could do.
To the human race, aliens were like wolves.
They even dug out the hearts of martial artists, extremely brutal.
"Old Prince, it's dangerous here, I'll escort you out."
At this moment, a fifth-grade martial artist from the National Guardian Master Team rushed over, his body covered in wounds, yet still fearlessly standing in front of Fang Liyan.
Meanwhile, five fifth-grade aliens approached with savage smiles.
"Step aside a bit."
Just as this martial artist was ready to die together.
He could buy some escape time for Fang Liyan. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Suddenly, his pores trembled as a formidable Qi Blood power gathered behind him, so strong that even a fifth-grade martial artist was frightened.
The encroaching aliens were dumbfounded.
The martial artist from the National Guardian Master Team turned around.
In his eyes, the old prince who had needed daily infusions to barely cling to life was now entirely different.
White hair fluttered.
A mighty frame.
He was like a mountain blocking the forefront of Jiangyuan Country, directly drawing the Silver Flame Bow in his hands.
Space twisted, the air heated up, and the nearby air was sucked dry.
Whoosh!
Silver flames blazed fiercely.
The bowstring was condensed from Qi Blood, the silver flame arrow forged from Qi Blood.
This was the Arrow of Certain Death, the Silver Flame Celestial Punishment passed down by Gong Yuzhen to Fang Liyan.
Gulp!
Gulp!
Facing the flames, those fifth-grade aliens gulped one after another.
Grandmaster!
Damned, an old human elder weaker than an ordinary person was actually a Grandmaster.
His arrow was terrifying.
They even felt…they might die.
However.
Fang Liyan's arrow was never aimed at these trash.
Fifth-grade, simply not worthy.
800 meters away, a sixth-grade Yangxiang Race was battling with a major of the Wei Yuan Corps.
Unfortunately, the major might have hidden injuries, being defeated step by step by the Yangxiang Race.
The Wei Yuan Corps was a support corps.
They had no need to die abroad; if possible, Fang Liyan would certainly rescue friendly forces first.
While the Fang family's royalty, even if many sacrificed, should.
Jiangyuan Country is his homeland, Fang family's sons died where they belonged.
...
Su Yue carried a stick, already switched to the Yangxiang Race's state.
The street was in chaos, one more Yangxiang Race didn't attract surprise.
Su Yue donned a Yangxiang Race leather armor, quickly slipping it on.
This time his stick wasn't disguised any longer, no need; without igniting, it didn't attract much attention.
On the road, if a human martial artist came to kill him, he'd dodge using body technique; amidst the chaos, no one would chase an enemy. Thus, Su Yue hadn't fought a human.
However, upon encountering a Yangxiang Race, Su Yue would silently ambush.
Though he couldn't instantly kill, the enemy was unsuspecting, making ambush easy.
This way, human martial artists' chances of defeating them increased.
"Damn, Xue Pinghai?
"At a time like this, you, an old man who can barely take care of yourself, still save other wanderers?"
Su Yue mingled in the Yangxiang Race's ranks, ready to follow the main group in retreat to the wetland.
Yet upon further glance, Xue Pinghai was surrounded by several Yangxiang Race.
In a few seconds, he'd certainly be hacked to death.
This was the very center of the war vortex, Su Yue couldn't fathom why Xue Pinghai would be here?
