Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 593 - 218: Could You Not Wear Pinru’s Clothes_3

As time passed, the overwhelming flames gradually condensed.

In the end, all the flames converged into a bowstring, and even a Flame Arrow was formed.

Gong Ling maintained the posture of drawing the bow and setting the arrow for an hour.

Fang Liyan also kept his eyes fixed, staring at Gong Ling for an hour.

As the flames gradually dissipated, Fang Liyan saw two fiercely burning white flames in Gong Ling's pupils.

Yes.

That is the brand of battle technique.

It is the unparalleled battle technique, the Fixed Celestial Gang of the Nine Styles of the Profound Bow.

She... succeeded.

"Master bless, master bless."

Fang Liyan was so excited he didn't know what to say.

Inside the tomb.

Gong Ling, holding the profound bow, continued to comprehend.

At the moment she successfully grasped the Fixed Celestial Gang, the environment before Gong Ling's eyes underwent a drastic change.

In just the blink of an eye, Gong Ling was on another battlefield.

It was also a memory from her great-grandfather's lifetime.

This was a fortress built by humans in the Wetlands, with towering black walls full of mottled cracks, and the ground beneath the walls carpeted with corpses, clearly depicting the scene of an Asura Purgatory.

At this moment, the human legions had already taken defensive positions within the walls, teetering on the brink of collapse.

The alien army once again began their charge, a plague of locusts stretching as far as the eye could see, enough to frighten one to death.

Gong Ling's position was right at the center of the wall.

This time, her great-grandfather stood not far beside her.

This time, Gong Ling got a close view of her great-grandfather's appearance.

Very handsome.

His face was stern and well-defined, giving no ground to popular stars.

Unlike the crew-cut short hair of ordinary martial artists, her great-grandfather's grizzled hair was tied into a long ponytail.

In the Gong Family, regardless of gender, all had to keep long hair tied into a ponytail, a legacy from their ancestors.

But now, her cousins found it strange and cut into regular short hair, though her father and uncles still kept ponytails, but usually wore hats, looking like artists.

As for Gong Ling, being a girl, she didn't care about hairstyles and always kept the family's regulation ponytail.

Actually, in their childhood, the cousins also had to keep ponytails.

But perhaps their grandfather was disheartened and no longer cared to enforce it.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom!

The ground shook as the alien army drew near.

Even knowing it was all an illusion, and although Gong Ling had experienced it once, she was still breathless with tension.

Leading the front of the alien army was an eight-rank lord of the Four-armed Race.

He held a large tree with three arms, clearly intending to smash open the human walls directly.

Behind the city lord, countless grim aliens followed.

Buzz! Buzz!

Buzz! Buzz!

At this moment, the chief profound bow in Gong Ling's palm began to tremble again.

The scene was exactly the same.

Her great-grandfather continued to extract the Soul of the Profound Bow from his chief bow.

The eight-rank lord was less than 1,000 meters from the walls as the ground's trembling became more intense.

Gong Ling glanced inside the walls, even seeing the fear and despair of the human martial artists.

This time, they were destined for total annihilation.

If the Wet Ghost Tower behind failed, Earth would once again suffer a catastrophe.

Boom!

At this moment, Gong Yuzhen stepped forward, eyes glowing with fearless cold light, then raised the profound bow high, drawing the invisible bowstring again.

Still the roaring flames.

Still as if the Fire God had descended.

Gong Ling held her breath and focused, feeling the Flame Arrow in her great-grandfather's palm had already locked onto the eight-rank lord.

A top archer would have an "arrow momentum."

Once locked by the arrow momentum, there's no chance of escape.

Because the arrow momentum locks not onto you, but the space around you.

Any direction you move is already tightly locked by the arrow, with no escape possible.

Facing such terrifying arrows, you only have the option to withstand with defense power.

Clearly, the eight-rank lord was a master, sensing her great-grandfather's arrow momentum.

Gong Ling could clearly see the lord's face turning from grim disdain to solemn concentration.

At this time, the flames on her great-grandfather's body grew stronger, like a giant fireball suspended mid-air.

Whoosh!

The Flame Arrow shot forth, puncturing even the void with a formidable ripple.

The eight-rank lord did not dodge, nor did he attempt a futile escape.

He swung his hand swiftly, an instant later forming a Qi Blood Defense Shield before his chest.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Finally, the flaming arrow clashed with the defense shield.

Instantly, a terrifying shockwave spread, sweeping the ground like a hurricane, sending bodies skyward to shatter into pieces.

Crack, crack, crack!

The ground began to collapse, cracks spreading in all directions.

A beam of scorching light shot straight into the sky, its intense heat distorting the atmosphere for miles, evaporating clouds and halting torrential rain.

Gong Ling had long forgotten to breathe.

This was the direct confrontation of an eight-rank powerhouse.

This Starfall Arrow was much stronger than the previous Fixed Celestial Gang.

Though not her first time witnessing such a scene, Gong Ling was still breathless with awe.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled for a few minutes, finally, her great-grandfather's Starfall prevailed.

The eight-rank alien's defense shield was at last penetrated, shattered.

Pop!

In the next instant, the Flame Arrow, like the dragon's claw, ruthlessly tore through the eight-rank's chest, boring a large hole straight through.