Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1666 Like A Dream

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Life and death were at stake.

No one on the scene was able to block the arrow that Lord Six personally shot. Even the guild leaders of the 3rd and 4th Heavenly Tribulations in the Ten Thousand People Guild would not be able to block this arrow.

But at this moment, everyone saw a beam of light.

A very thin silver light suddenly hit the head of the arrow.

By the time everyone realized it, the arrow had already been slightly tilted and flew away from Xiang Nan's left arm.

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Nan's left arm seemed to have evaporated. It vaporized into mist and disappeared with the wind.

"In the end" The audience was shocked.

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard an extremely dense sound.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!

"This … hid?" The audience exclaimed loudly.

Canyang asked curiously, "What is it? What kind of sound is this?"

Black Sickle said in a deep voice, "A needle."

Xiang Nan released the second silver needle he had collected. This needle was personally refined by Wang Chongfeng of the eighth level of the Heavenly Tribulation. There were two needles in total. One had been used before, and now this needle was also used by Xiang Nan to resist the arrows.

The silver needle was still not as powerful as the Sixth Master's arrow. This needle could not destroy the arrow, and Xiang Nan had no intention of doing so.

He only told the silver needle to hit the arrow and deflect the arrow a little.

The sound of the long string of crisp collisions came from the silver needle striking the arrow nearly a hundred times in a row. However, because the process was too fast, the sound of the collision did not reach everyone's ears until the arrow was deflected and the silver needle was completely shattered.

In that instant, he pushed the flag-grabbing on the streets to its climax.

Countless people cheered.

No one knew how Xiang Nan managed to withstand Master Six's attack. This was a miracle.

Xiang Nan waved his neck, wrapped the pomegranate flower around his back, and jumped down from the flagpole.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Xiang Nan's blood had already soaked his garment.

He carried the pomegranate on his back, how did he get here, and how did he return?

There were countless corpses on Drunken Flower Street. Xiang Nan walked back step by step with the corpses on his back and the pomegranates on his back.

Kakaka …

The sound of a longbow stretching could be heard.

The furious Sixth Master drew his bow and arrow for the second time and aimed it at Xiang Nan.

He wished he could immediately kill this Xiang Nan. He had never felt such killing intent towards a person before.

Just as he was about to violate his own rules, Xiang Nan said something without turning back. This sentence caused Master Six to instantly become dispirited.

"It's, it's over."

Xiang Nan said.

That's right. It's already over. Xiang Nan completed the first time in the history of the City of Light that he took the flag and successfully rescued the person he wanted to save.

Sixth Master's second arrow that violated the rules could not be shot out in the end.

"Hu … Hu …"

Xiang Nan staggered along. He didn't know why he was still awake. He had suffered so many serious injuries. Logically speaking, he should have completely fainted. He might even be about to die.

However, he was still advancing. He almost couldn't feel his own body anymore. He felt like he was stepping on the ground one foot at a time. It was as if he was stepping on cotton. He was weak and powerless.

But he didn't know how he could still persevere.

He shook several times and almost fell several times, but every time he tilted his body, he could barely adjust his posture and continue walking forward.

He walked very slowly. Everyone was worried that in the next second, Xiang Nan would suddenly die like this.

Every stumble Xiang Nan made affected everyone's hearts.

It was as if it was much harder for him to leave Drunken Flower Street with a pomegranate on his back than it was when he rushed over.

"Come on!"

Someone shouted.

Master Six's angry gaze suddenly glared at the person who shouted.

Perhaps it was to vent the dissatisfaction in their hearts, perhaps it was to express the pleasure of a minor character counterattacking authority, or perhaps everyone had been suppressed for too long, and finally mustered up their courage to say no to authority today.

Suddenly, the sound of cheering rang out.

"Come on!"

"Come on, young man!"

No one cared about it anymore, and they were not afraid of being enraged by Master Six. They shouted loudly, their hearts piercing and their lungs splitting.

The crowd cheered loudly, and even Master Six's angry gaze could not be stopped.

The old man sitting on the street smiled and drank a cup of tea without saying anything.

Amidst the heaven-shaking cheers and cheers, Xiang Nan shook, but he came back with the pomegranate firmly on his back.

In front of the Haotian Mirror, Xiang Nan twisted his neck and said, "Let's go home together."

The Haotian Mirror carried the blue sky, the sunset, and the black sickle, while Xiang Nan carried the pomegranate on his back.

The five of them finally arrived at the corner of Drunken Flower Street. Xiang Nan paused for a moment and nodded at the old man.

The old man also nodded at Xiang Nan.

Let's go.

Of the four people who came to walk the streets and pull out flags, five finally left.

The applause and applause of everyone present resounded like thunder.

Some were excited, some were excited, some were jealous, and some were angry.

But no matter what other people's feelings were, Xiang Nan never put them in his heart. He only knew that he had to save the person he had to save, and that he had succeeded.

Drunken Flower Street was gradually getting farther and farther away, but the applause and cheers were still like thunder, continuously coming from behind.

Xiang Nan finally couldn't hold on any longer. He placed the pomegranate flower on the Haotian Mirror and slowly climbed up.

With a buzzing sound, the giant saber returned from afar and absorbed onto Xiang Nan's back.

The Haotian Mirror also cautiously brought the five people who had returned victoriously and floated towards Moon City.

The five of them were lying on the Haotian Mirror. The remaining sun weakly said to Xiang Nan, "Look at you. You were beaten like a dead dog."

"Aren't you?" Black Sickle said.

"Ha … hahahaha!" Xiang Nan suddenly burst into laughter.

Following that, the other four laughed heartily.

The unusually fierce battle had finally come to an end.

After returning to Moon City, Xiang Nan and the others rested for four days and four nights.

To recover, rest, or rest.

No matter what, this person could be considered to have broken through.

The news of him taking to the streets and pulling out flags seemed to have planted wings and flew all over the five cities.

Some people subjectively accentuated the story, while others brought their own emotions and tried their best to describe the story in a more colorful manner.

But then they gave up and found that no matter how they worked on the story, the result was not as wonderful as the truth itself.

As for Xiang Nan's gaze, it was irreplaceable as he walked along the streets and pulled out the flag.

Adding a little more color would be too exaggerated, and adding a little less color would not be enough.

It turned out that what was truly worth appreciating was not the story itself, but reality.

On the morning of the fifth day, Xiang Nan finally woke up.

He stretched his waist, and the injuries on his body had completely healed.

Thinking back to the battle five days ago, it was like a dream, and it didn't seem so real.

Even Xiang Nan himself couldn't remember some of the details of that time. He only knew that in the end, he only wanted to save the pomegranate flower.

What exactly did he do? What did he think at that time? Now that he recalled it, it was actually so vague.