Watching the short-lived escape from the battlefield, You Wuming waved his backhand, and the orange non-extinguishing fire carried in his palm was thrown into the pile of corpses under him.
Immediately, the sword wind slashed downwards, and the power swayed, and the flesh and blood within this ambush area immediately flew, the flames were everywhere, and there was chaos.
Han Shaoling stopped outside the ambush circle and squinted.
too messy. Just seeing the Wuming war ride down, Han Shaoling knew that it was the people from Yinyue Pavilion who had acted. The next moment, the corpse of the Underworld Demon in the field burst out like a flower. It seemed that there was a ferocious and violent force about to move.
Han Shaoling knew that this was a fire specially made by Yinyue Pavilion, and it was powerful. Once it exploded, You Wuming would never be able to retreat!
Thinking that Sang Yuan was also at the center of the battle, Han Shaoling secretly clenched her teeth, the blue veins on the back of her hand burst out, and her eyes showed decisiveness—nothing else, she chose the wrong person herself, life and death, and resentment.
Sang Yuanyuan also noticed the energy fluctuations around him, and was about to move when he suddenly felt You Wuming's body move forward, clinging to her.
He covered one ear of her with his cheek, and covered the other ear with his palm.
She felt a burst of scorching temperature, and before she reacted, she saw a skyrocketing fire burst out in her surroundings!
Across the body of You Wuming, she heard the thunder and tremors.
He continued to wield the knife, smashed all the strange things that had splashed, and stared straight ahead with a pair of black eyes, leading her to walk through the chaos.
He pressed his eyebrows, his tight lips drooped slightly, his expression extremely concentrated. A strand of black hair fell on his lips, reflecting a little fire, making his face extremely white.
The fire prepared by the ambush was lightened by You Wuming for not putting out the fire. Accompanied by the rain of blood, it exploded so beautifully.
Like fireworks.
It's just splashing all over her head and face.
You Wuming did not deliberately hide. Sang knew from afar that he wanted to use the blood to create the illusion of injury.
When the fire gradually fell, he let go of her ears, and said, "Bai has washed it for you. Little Sangguo, go back and wash it again. This time, it will satisfy you and won't make you wait for nothing."
She was stunned, and then remembered what she had deliberately said to him outside the temple, only feeling that blood was rushing to her forehead, and her ears became irresistibly hot.
It's really a man! Regardless of time and occasion, you can have that kind of thing in your mind!
"That's how you lighted the fire, aren't you afraid that the puppet is still down there?" She changed the subject decisively.
You Wuming lowered the green light on the knife to seven feet, and said casually: "If you die, you don't have to worry about it."
He moved a step sideways, and his foot was suddenly limp.
Sang was taken aback and looked down anxiously. He saw that there was a fire on his left leg, which was burned into the flesh at a glance. He dragged his left leg crookedly and staggered for two steps.
She was a little absent-minded, and it was difficult to tell the truth from the false for a while.
He only smiled in his ears, and said: "My leg is broken."
This tone is exactly the same as when he said, "You broke your leg short-lived."
She looked at the actor curiously.
Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison. Compared with You Wuming's short-lived acting skills, it seems very exaggerated and unnatural at all.
Seeing You Wuming arrogantly raised his jaw, sneered at the corners of his lips, pretending that he didn't care about his broken leg.
incredible.
If he showed weakness, Han Shaoling might still be suspicious. And he looks like this, no matter who is called to see it, he can never guess that he is pretending. Sure enough, the strongest acting skill is returning to the basics and acting in true colors.
The blood rain fell, and everything subsided temporarily. In the flames on the ground, the corpse of the Underworld was mixed with many human-shaped remains, and it was burned out of bursts of scorching.
You Wuming carried the knife and looked out of the circle of fire with a grin.
Han Shaoling stood on the strong Yunjian Beast, holding the halberd in one hand, his eyes were cold.
He raised the halberd very slowly, the tip pointed at You Wuming.
You Wuming pulled his lips, smiled lightly, and raised the knife to his level of sight. The blue light shook, and it swayed more than ten feet again.
This is the limit of the Seventh Heaven in the Lingyao Realm.
Han Shaoling looked at him coldly, seeing You Wuming all in a panic, and his left leg was still on fire before he could pat it out, so he hurriedly used his full strength, knowing in his heart that he was the end of the battle.
"You Wuming," Han Shaoling casually waved a few powerful white lights, strangling You Wuming and his own underworld mercilessly, and then said in a loud voice, "I killed you today, not for personal grievances, but for Think about the overall situation. You can go with peace of mind, Youzhou people, I will take over for you, and I won't make them feel wronged."
You Wuming smiled yinly, and lazily raised the hand on Sang Yuanyuan’s shoulder a little, stretched out a slender finger, and clicked on Han Shaoling. "This hypocritical force is exactly the same as a fake. ."
Han Shaoling naturally doesn't care about a dying person. He smiled lightly and turned to Sang Yuanyuan: "It's no misfortune for the weak female stream. Sang Wangnu, please step aside, and I will protect you."
"Look down on me? Who wants you to protect." Sang glanced at him from a distance.
Her nineteen exquisite piranhas have long been ready to move. This wave of underworld demons seemed to others to be fierce and demonic barriers, and for her it was a nutritious feed. She can completely group five rings and eat them all the way back. She can squat on which ring she wants to squat. The rings are safe.
Han Shaoling was startled, shook her head and smiled: "Wang Wangnu, I know you don't look down on Meng Wuyou, but at this moment, the way you speak these words without self-effort is exactly the same as she did before."
Sang Yuan said in his heart,'This is the winning ticket, and it's starting to suppress me. Boring routine. '
"Underworld demons will put flowers when they come."
You Wuming whispered, and a blade of light flashed out of his backhand, clearing a large area of the surrounding underworld. Taking advantage of this moment, he left Sang far in place, stepping heavily on his toes, and his body was like a scorpion. It fluttered like a big black butterfly and took Han Shaoling directly!
Han Shaoling laughed and greeted him with a halberd.
Facing You Wuming, Han Shaoling didn't dare to be careless, even if You Wuming seemed to be seriously injured at this moment, but the trapped beasts were still fighting, and the dying counterattack was the most brutal.
He didn't even suspect that You Wuming's injuries were false-the fire on his left leg had obviously burned into the bones. The assassins of Yinyue Pavilion all around were annihilated, and there was not a single life left, and You Wuming could never be left unscathed. Besides, he even left Sang far away, saying that it was not the end of the force, who would believe it
Despite thinking like this, Han Shaoling still sacrificed a secret technique that no one knew.
I saw the thunder and lightning suddenly'crackling' on the halberd, and purple thunder and lightning crept across the white spirit cloud light. In an instant, a thunder dragon with teeth and claws jumped out of the halberd, and Han Shaoling's spiritual cloud flickered. , The storm rises on the ground!
"Thunder Dragon out of the abyss!"
The metallic spiritual accumulation formed a hurricane and poured into Han Shaoling's body. The extremely violent spiritual accumulation huge waves continued to pour towards the thunder dragon on the halberd. I saw the thunder dragon roaring up to the sky, which was actually shocking. The skin was tingling.
You Wuming has already been swept halfway.
It's too late to turn around at this moment.
Han Shaoling used all his strength to lock his eyes into the ghostly figure in the air. With a halberd in his hand, he stabbed forward, and he saw the startled dragon coming out of the abyss, carrying the power of thousands of thunder, lightning, and gold, and rushing towards You Wusheng!
In the dazzling thunder light, You Wuming's face was reflected cold white, and the corners of the delicate and unparalleled lips suddenly evoked a small smile.
At this moment, the first thought that came to Han Shaoling's mind was that this dog was really well born.
See You Wuming again this time, Han Shaoling obviously felt that some unexplainable changes had taken place in his body. If he used to be like a black mud swamp, now it is more like a pool of calm and deep water.
You Wuming, who was not wrapped in gloom, could obviously take away the title of'the first beautiful man in the cloud realm' easily. There was a hint of inexplicable emotion in Han Shaoling's heart.
The Wuming's blade light ran into Thunder Dragon.
As expected by Han Shaoling, the green mang had no resistance at all, and it was wiped out in an instant.
Han Shaoling once again gathered his full strength and stabs You Wuming heavily-the more you get to such a juncture, the less you can relax. Be sure to hit with one blow, behead a powerful enemy, so that he will never stand up!
Han Shaoling, who is doing his best at this moment, is also the end of the battle.
Amidst the thunder and lightning, a very light laugh suddenly came out.
Cold into the bones.
I saw that a pair of fire wings suddenly unfolded. You Wuming held the sword high above his head, and a blue flame ignited above the blade. At the first glance, I felt that my heart was severely burned, and there seemed to be no power in the world. Dare to shake it hard.
The surrounding air was burned out, forming a short vacuum.
Under the pressure of this terrifying flame force, the Ling Yun storm gathered by Han Shaoling instantly dispersed into a violent air current.
The panic in his eyes was too late to condense and form.
You Wuming's heavy knife has been smashed cleanly!
The low "hee" sound, with a hoarse and cold meaning, is full of strength and conceit.
Qing Yan touched Thunder Dragon.
I saw the white Jin Lingyun densely gathered into thunder, uttering an extremely piercing sound. Immediately, the Thunder Dragon couldn't even make a struggling posture, so it was broken into two!
The flame blade cut straight down!
Jin Lingyun has always been known for its firmness, but under this raging blue flame, there is no resistance at all. The black knife passes by, without any obstacles, breaking through to the end!
Han Shaoling only had time to cross the halberd in his hand, supporting the halberd with both hands, blocking the blade.
"Ding-嘤-"
"Crack—"
The halberd broke in two without accident.
Han Shaoling's body sank heavily, and the war rider under his seat was actually crushed into a bloody flower by the shocking force!
He knelt down in the flesh and blood on the ground.
With a sweet throat, Da Peng's blood gushed out of his mouth.
When arranging the assassination, Han Shaoling deliberately moved the 20,000 cavalry farther away to deceive You Wuming to relax his vigilance, and at the same time to prevent You Wuming from mixing into the crowd and escaping in chaos.
At this moment, he was counter-killed, and the army under his command could not be rescued at all!
You Wuming landed on his feet, and first looked back at Sang Yuanyuan, and saw that she was fine, and then moved his fingers lazily and clenched the handle of the knife again.
Qing Yan has been immersed in the blade, and the You Wuming standing in front of Han Shaoling at this moment is unremarkable.
Han Shaoling raised his head.
He held the broken halberd and squatted on the ground without falling down.
"It's you... You actually broke the boundary!" Han Shaoling looked a little dazed, "Above Lingyao, what is it?"
You Wuming's black eyes slowly turned: "You don't need to know."
He raised the knife in his hand lightly, aimed it at Han Shaoling's neck, and swung it down without hesitation.
Han Shaoling closed his eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
If you lose, you lose.
Being dignified and defeated, there is nothing unwilling to kill. This kind of battle, regardless of victory or defeat, just feel happy. If You Wuming loses today, Han Shaoling will sympathize with each other, but he will never show any mercy.
No one is the destined protagonist, everyone will fail and become a stepping stone for others.
He felt the wind.
After the wind, there is a cold blade hidden.
You Wuming's knife is the heaviest, fastest, and coldest.
Beheaded by such a knife, there should be no chance to feel pain.
His body was slightly stretched, and his whole body was numb.
Seeing a generation of kings, is about to die under the blade!
When the strong wind blew Han Shaoling's scattered temples, and the blade could cut through his skin, a thunderstorm suddenly fell from the sky above his head, hitting the deadly blade!
At that moment, no one had time to react.
The black knife was smashed away by the huge force of heaven and earth, and the danger did not let go. You Wuming spurted blood and retreated three steps in a row!
His pupils shrank abruptly, pierced the black knife with his backhand, supported the hilt with both hands, and the flame wings stretched out to hold the thunder strike.
There was a loud bang, and with You Wuming as the center, a terrifying shock wave swept around, and the corpse of the Underworld Demon was crushed into debris and splashed in all directions.
The incident was so unexpected that Sang was far from having time to return to his senses, and saw the second falling thunder coming down again, pointing at You Wuming!
Sang Yuanyuan was shocked and looked up.
Above the head, I don't know when there was a group of colorful thunderclouds. This strange thunder and lightning came from within that thundercloud.
Sang took a deep breath and looked at Han Shaoling. Han Shaoling, who was also in the center of the thunderbolt, was not injured at all. At this moment, he looked astonished and looked at You Wusheng who had been blasted backwards by the thunder.
This thunder is protecting Han Shaoling. Two frightening words flashed in Sang Yuanyuan's heart-Heaven and Dao.
Without thinking, she ran towards the field!
The second thunder fell on You Wuming's body.
His knees were heavily bent.
The fire wing ignited a more dazzling flame to fight against this calamity.
He was panting heavily, the bloody tiger's mouth gripped the handle of the knife, and the blue flame reignited on the black knife.
The shock wave blasted across the fields, and Sang Yuan, who rushed to the center of the battle, only felt a heavy blow to her chest. She swallowed the blood that rushed to her lips and continued to pounce on You Wuming. At the same time, she raised her hands and threw the piranha. , Go straight to Han Shaoling!
The third thunder quickly condensed.
She raised her head and glanced, and found that the colorful thundercloud that had appeared in mid-air somehow had disappeared.
This is the last thunder!
The corners of You Wuming's lips floated with a grin, and the sword pointed towards the sky.
As the setting sun goes down, the golden afterglow falls down, falling on the Wuming's face and the knife. This touch from nature seems extremely mocking at this moment.
The world is not benevolent, and everything is a dog. Not benevolent is the most benevolent.
If there is partiality, then what is the natural way of nature!
You Wuming roared out loud, above the blade, the blue flame was blazing!
In a pair of dark eyes, there was a fierce determination.
Instead of retreating, he advances, raising the sword and then cutting Han Shaoling!
He intends to ignore the falling thunder, shake the blow with his body, and also slash the so-called Son of Destiny to the sword!
Han Shaoling has gathered some strength at this moment.
He squinted with one hand and his eyes were as fierce as You Wuming. He held the half-cut halberd with the head of the halberd, his arm was full of strength, and when You Wuming entered the attack range, he would use the lightning strike to pierce his heart!
Sang Yuan's shout was drowned in thunder.
The third thunder is here!
You Wuming's long and slender body leaped up against the thunder, Qing Yan jumped over the thunder and chopped it down!
At the same moment, Han Shaoling, who was kneeling on one knee, raised the half-cut halberd in his hand, regardless of it, stab You Wuming!
'Push chi--'
'Zizi—'
'Boom—'
The thunder swayed across the wild, and the strongest thunder fell, robbing all the light between the sky and the earth, and the eyes were white, and for a while, no one knew what had happened.
The huge cannibal flower buds scattered into countless fine particles of light, which fell like a firework that ended.
In my ears, there is a sharp buzzing of transient deafness.
Vision is restored.
Han Shaoling first slowly lowered his head and looked at himself.
I saw the entire left shoulder, attached to the arm, and a small half of the breastbone sliding towards the ground. The chest cavity was exposed to the air without any cover, and the cool breeze blew, directly hurting the beating heart in the chest cavity.
He only had time to turn his head to avoid the vital point, and his arm was severed with a heavy knife on his shoulder, almost cutting to his heart.
After the severe pain came in hindsight, he raised his numb eyes and looked in front of him.
He raised his right hand, holding a half-cut halberd in his hand, just pierced a body.
The hot blood flowed down the halberd to his hand. He followed the winding blood stream and saw that the woman's petite body was penetrated by the broken halberd.
It was Sang Yuan who stabbed the broken halberd. She rushed forward and used her body to stop the heart-wrenching blow for You Wuming.
You Wuming had been pushed aside by her. After the thunder was shaken hard, his appearance was extremely tragic, blood surged in his mouth, and he couldn't afford to struggle for a while.
Han Shaoling let go of his hand as if being burned.
He saw Sang staggering two steps far away, rushing towards You Wuming with a broken halberd.
Then he fell softly in his arms.
"Sang, Sang..." Han Shaoling gasped, ignoring the pain of his broken arm, struggling to get up.
As soon as he moved, he felt the wind blow into the chest cavity, and the whole stomach and internal organs were tingling violently.
The story of being forced to fight You Wuming had already seriously injured him.
But You Wuming, the servant, was trying hard to eat the thunder, and he also had to chop him. Fortunately, the god thunder helped to dissipate the strength and flames of the knife, otherwise it would not be as simple as throwing one shoulder.
Shaoling trembling, pulled off his shirt, used his teeth to help, wrapped the wound indiscriminately a few times, then sat down on the ground, panting heavily, and stared at You Wuming. At this moment, both sides have lost the ability to act, and only when their own people come over, they can calm the overall situation.
"You Wuming, you are dead." Han Shaoling said with vomiting blood.
You Wuming's appearance was a little dumbfounded.
It seemed that I didn't understand what was going on.
He blankly caught Sang Yuan who was rushing forward, moved mechanically, suppressing the violent shaking hands, and instinctively pulled out the broken halberd that pierced her chest, then tore off the hem of her clothes to wrap her around the wound, and then This group of small limp, constantly trembling bodies hugged in front of him, staring at her blankly without blinking.
"Are you okay?" She raised her eyes to look at him, speaking, with blood pouring in her mouth.
You Wuming squeezed out all his strength, hugged her arms tightly, and shook his head.
"Can't die. Little Sangguo, will you die?" He asked quickly.
"Probably not," she vomited blood again, "just watch and don't let me sleep."
"Oh." You Wuming nodded in a daze.
She closed her eyes and smiled: "It's okay, I tried it out, and that's it."
"Well," he said, "but so."
The so-called "Way of Heaven", but so.
The rumbling of hoofs gradually approached.
The enemy is coming! But You Wuming couldn't even move the position.
"People from Han Shaoling." You Wuming gasped heavily, his teeth almost biting Sang Yuan's ears, "Xiao Sang Guo, why don't I give you my life and cultivation base. He will not kill you. In the future, you Live well."
At this moment, what he thought in his heart had nothing to do with revenge.
"Do you want me to die? You Wuming, do you hate me so?" She pursed her blood-stained red lips and groaned, "Who said that you must take me with you when you die? Men, I really can't believe it."
After saying a few more words, I only felt that his eyes turned black, and a little dark golden light shone in the darkness, his handsome face became blurred, and there was only a shaking outline.
There was tingling from the numb wound, and there was a sharp buzzing in my ears.
She felt a little cold.
"Sang far away, don't sleep."
You Wuming's voice sounded very tense.
She even heard a trembling sound.
She thought in a daze, it turned out that people like him would also be scared...
She tried her best to open her eyes wide, moving in his direction, trying to gather her spirits.
"Take me, death or alive, take me together." She tried her best and grabbed his finger.
Immediately leaned softly on his body, panting lightly.
You Wuming took a deep breath, and put a trembling finger on her neck to probe, and found that her life was safe, and she couldn't help but let go of her mind slightly. Sweeping his sight, he found that the cavalry of Hanzhou had quickly approached, and the vanguard was less than a hundred feet away from here!
He had suffered three times of falling thunder, and his body was like 10,000 thunder worms gnawing randomly, making him unable to exert his strength. Just now I thought that Xiao Sang Guo was about to die, and her heart was tied to her body, and she didn't feel the pain. At this moment, she felt a little loose, and she suddenly felt painful that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. Apart from grinning, he couldn't put on a second expression. NS.
He clasped her tightly with one hand, with a knife in the other, trying to stand up.
"Han... Shao... Ling..."
Looking away from the red eyes, I saw that Han Shaoling had struggled to get up, trying to pick up the broken arm that fell on the side-as long as I picked it back, there was always a way to put it back!
With two or three more breaths, Han Shaoling's heavy cavalry will run over here, rescue their lord, and kill the immovable You Wu Ming!
You Wuding was destined to look at Han Shaoling's hand that stretched out to his severed arm, with bloody raging flames in his eyes.
He hasn't been like this for too long, and he feels unable to do what he wants-he has all worked together like this, and even the last bit of victory has to be lost
"You, Wu, Ming," Han Shaoling vomited blood and smiled, "You, lose, wait for me, heal my hand, I will definitely use this hand to destroy you... Youzhou!"
You Wuming couldn't even use the strength to crush his teeth.
When Han Shaoling's hand was trembling, and he grasped the broken arm on the ground, he saw a black-red-black-red head suddenly emerged from the corpse behind him, kicked hard with his back hoof, and his figure resembled electricity. , Jumped past Han Shaoling and took away his unsecured arm in one bite!
This black and red lightning did not stop for a moment. It grabbed Han Shaoling’s left arm and slid in front of You Wuming. He turned to a sudden stop, lowered his waist, and almost used a shovel posture to shovel You Wuming and Sang. Get it far on his back.
Then he spread the four hooves, like a whirlwind of blood, blew past the wave of the underworld.
The accident came off guard, Han Shaoling was stunned, his arms were gone, the dying Wuming was gone, and the little sangguo in his palm was gone!
That black, red, black and red furry lightning galloped into the distance.
"Lord! You..." The cavalry had arrived and saw Han Shaoling missing a shoulder.
Han Shaoling took a deep breath, took out his one arm, and waved forward—
"kill!"
The cavalry began to charge, and the crossbowmen opened their bows and set up arrows.
Under the arrow rain, You Wuming has adjusted her posture, holding the reins in one hand, and encircling the soft Sang Yuan in front of her, while the other hand obliquely protects her shoulders, chest and abdomen.
Although the short-lived speed is fast, he runs very steadily without any bumps.
"Why don't you kill him!" You Wuming said weakly and disgustingly.
In his short-lived busy schedule, he turned his furry head back and looked at him very contemptuously.
"Ao Wu." Short-lived dangling Han Shaoling's arm and said vaguely.
Sang Yuan far weirdly understood its dog words again—you are not dead, why should I seek death.
She couldn't help but think of the original plot. After You Wuming fights Tiandu to death, she knows that she will die short-lived, but she still rushes to Jiang Yanji, and finally Huangfujun is beaten into the sea of flames.
A drop of glittering tears flicked across the corners of Sang Yuan's smiling lips, and flew away quietly in the wind. Although the pain was terribly painful, and the life-and-death crisis had not yet been resolved, at this moment, she felt strangely happy.
Everyone is still there.
Short-lived, he rushed left and right, avoiding the rain of arrows that hit behind him.
There was no You Wuming to help it shoot down those arrows, it was so embarrassed that it was about to be shot several times.
You Wuming took a deep breath, with a hint of chill in his voice: "Where did I die?"
If it were there just now, it would surely be able to make a fatal blow to Han Shaoling!
Where did he die? !