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Now, Zhao Zhen no longer cared about life and death. He only wanted to drag a genius like Feng Lai to the Underworld to accompany his Zhao Family.

Seeing Feng Lai pull back his sword to replace the bow, and then looking back at Feng Wu Gong, who had no bowstring or arrows, he sneered, and then raised his sword to chase Feng Lai.

Bow was a weapon that required a certain distance between both sides to be able to display its might. Feng Lai had finally managed to pull the distance between the two of them, so how could Zhao Zhen chase after him like this?

As soon as Zhao Zhen moved, Feng Lai spread his wings and retreated even further.

Feather clothes!

The night had grown darker. Other than Feng Ming, the other disciples of the Feng Family all thought that Feng Lai's feather robe was the one given by Qiao Zhenyu and his wife.

Only Feng Ming knew that this piece of Feathered Robe was personally refined by Feng Zhi for him and Feng Mo.

Compared to the one given by Qiao Zhenyu and his wife, the one worn by Feng Lai was much better.

When Zhao Zhen saw the feathered clothes on Feng Lai, his eyebrows jumped again.

He truly regretted it now.

These young men and women were clearly not ordinary people. Not only were their abilities extraordinary, but their weapons were also excellent. This young man that he was fighting against was actually wearing feathered clothes!

Zhao Zhen was very clear on the rarity of feathered clothes.

Take him, the Zhao Family Family Head, for example, since long ago, he had wanted a piece of feather clothing. However, a piece of feather clothing was not something that could be bought with gold coins, so he still did not have a set of feather clothes.

The object that he had been begging for was now being worn by a young man.

Zhao Zhen didn't know what expression to make anymore.

However, no matter what, after encountering so many people, the hatred between the Zhao Family and these youths could not be resolved.

Therefore, Zhao Zhen clenched his teeth. A light flashed on his sword and a sword qi shot out in the direction of Feng Lai.

At this time, Feng Lai had already calmed down. With a flap of the wings on his back, he appeared in the opposite direction. Then, with one hand holding the bow, the other hand gently drew across the bow.

Just as Zhao Zhen was about to curse in his heart, a red light flashed and the arrow flew towards him.

Boom!

At the critical moment, Zhao Zhen moved slightly to the side and did not let the arrow pierce through him. Even so, there was still a wound left by the arrow on his right arm.

It was unknown what the arrowhead was made of, but after it left a wound on Zhao Zhen's body, he felt as if it was burning over and over. Not only that, there was not a single drop of blood coming out from the wound.

"Hiss …"

Zhao Zhen could not help but let out a painful cry as he felt the burning pain on his arm.

He had always been very confident. With his strength and the fact that he was fighting with his life on the line, he could always make the boy in front of him feel regret and pain. But now, he wasn't sure.

As Zhao Zhen was thinking this, Feng Lai didn't stop.

This was the first time Feng Lai officially used the Phoenix Wooden Bow, and also the first time he used it against an enemy. It was as if he had discovered a whole new world, and he only used Zhao Zhen as a ready-made target.

This battle, which had originally been difficult for him, suddenly seemed to become simple.

Zhao Zhen was forced into a distance by Feng Lai. He wanted to chase after him, but because of Feng Lai's continuous arrows, he could only dodge. If he wasn't careful, he would get another wound on his body that carried that strange energy.

"You little brat, if you have the ability, come down and fight to the death!" Zhao Zhen was so angry that his hair started to tremble.

Feng Lai had just managed to grasp the rhythm of the battle with great difficulty, so how could he give up on his advantage just because of Zhao Zhen's few words?

His strength was originally lacking when compared to Zhao Zhen's. If he was stupid enough to use his weakness to fight Zhao Zhen, then wouldn't that mean that Zhao Zhen's brain was damaged?

Feng Lai's hand that was holding the bow trembled slightly. He sneered at Zhao Zhen, "Old fool, we are currently fighting to the death. Since you are in a hurry to die, then I don't mind sending you on your way …"

After saying that, Feng Lai's three fingers gently traced across the bow's body.

In the next moment, not only did the bowstring light up, there were also three arrows on the bow.

The tip of the arrow was pointed straight at Zhao Zhen. Under the faint red light, the sneer on Feng Laijun's face was exceptionally clear. Then, he gently loosened his fingers on the bowstring, and three arrows flew out.

Although the three arrows were shot at the same time, they did not fly side by side, but formed a "product" shape. Two arrows completely sealed off Zhao Zhen's escape route and the last arrow penetrated through his abdomen in a manner that could be described as desperate by Zhao Zhen.

"Ah …"

If the earlier pain could be said to be forcefully endured by Zhao Zhen, then he would no longer be able to endure this final arrow.

That burning pain seemed to originate from the soul. It was as if one's body and mind were being roasted on the Netherworld Flame. It was as if one's heart, liver, and lungs were being scratched out.

After making sure that Zhao Zhen no longer had the strength to fight back, Feng Lai gently flapped the wings on his back before slowly landing on the ground.

He tightly gripped the Phoenix Wooden Bow in his hand, as if he was holding his future.

After that, he turned around and glanced at Zhao Zhen once more. Feng Lai no longer had any interest in this defeated opponent, and he put away Feng Wu Gong once more. Only then did he return to Feng Zhi's side.

Feng Zhi's gaze fell on Feng Lai. When he was near, Feng Zhi reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, "Feng Lai, good job."

Although it had only been a short period of time, and he had only experienced a single battle, the current Feng Lai was undoubtedly much different from before.

It was as if he had suddenly grown a lot.

Even between his brows, there was an even more unswerving determination.

These were all things that Feng Zhi was happy to see.

After lamenting for a while, Feng Zhi then looked at Zhao Zhen, who was lying on the ground with his hands clutching his abdomen, and Zhao Qingyang, who was lying in the corner like a pile of mud after the start of the battle.

This was a battle that concerned the survival of the family. So many people had died because of Zhao Qingyang.

He didn't know whether the dead bodies of the Zhao Family members would come back and strangle him if they found out about this.

Zhao Qingyang could not believe his eyes.

He thought that since the Zhao Family sent out all their experts, they should've just killed this girl who did not know her limits. But why did this happen in the end?