The elder monk, after all, was not a fool.
He rushed forward, his arms shielding his face, as his body's golden light blossomed intensely, returning to its original size, and he moved with the speed of a fleeting light.
Zhou Ping'an let out a cold laugh, turned into a shadowy figure, and pounced to the side, 'beng beng', two more booming sounds echoed.
Watching two streams of blood spatter from the old monk's body.
Then, with a flash and twist of golden light, he grabbed the collapsed Li Yuankang, rushed through the broken city wall, treaded the ground with thunderous noise, and was already running towards the direction of the County Yamen.
Ran away?
Ran.
Zhou Ping'an, seeing the speed of the escape, knew he couldn't catch up.
The two arrows he had just fired pierced the old monk's body, breaking through the True Qi and the Golden Body, embedding into flesh and bone.
Leaving two bloody holes.
But in the last moment, they missed the vital points.
