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From the moment Nangong Hao stepped out of the Hanyuan tribe's gate to when he saw Yun Qingwu and Bai Xing, his expression had always been very calm and calm.
However, when the dragon guard appeared, his expression became serious for the first time.
No one knows what Nangong Hao is thinking. Maybe, as Bai Xing asked, after you take out the last chess piece, what are you left to be afraid of? Maybe, as Nangong Hao said...
You can take a guess.
"Can this battle between the Han Yuan Tribe really determine the future of the Southern Territory and Daxia?" When Bai Xing heard Nangong Hao's words, he did not mean to speculate, but continued to ask.
"You'll know if you try it." Nangong Hao withdrew his gaze and looked at Bai Xing. A faint golden light flashed in his eyes. He pointed the Wuwei Sword in his hand and he rushed out.
"If I were you, I wouldn't care about the life and death of these people at all." Bai Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, the coldness at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and his whole person turned into a silver light in an instant.
…
This seemed to be an extremely fierce battle.
Nearly 50,000 soldiers from the Great Xia Dynasty were standing ready, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Southern Territory were outflanking them from both front and rear, and dozens of demon elites were preparing to massacre.
It's a pity that when they faced hundreds of dragon guards, they still could only temporarily put away their murderous intentions and adopt a defensive posture to retreat steadily.
Judging from the situation, this is a seemingly even battle.
But anyone who really understands knows that the so-called equal strength is just a temporary superficial phenomenon, because this is the Southern Territory, not Daxia.
If a war breaks out and cannot be won immediately, there will be only one way out and we will be trapped in a tight siege.
The reason is very simple. The Southern Territory can set up an ambush in the Han Yuan Tribe, so how can it not be surrounded outside? Once the military strength is delayed, the battle has been lost.
Xing Qingsui could understand this, and Wu Feng was certainly aware of this as well.
only…
Wu Feng's thoughts are now almost entirely focused on Yan Xiu. Although Yan Xiu is a cold person, Wu Feng and Yan Xiu have known each other for a long time.
Failed the literary test in the palace examination.
∈∈∈∈, m.︽.o★m once made Wu Feng feel a little sad.
However, it was impossible to hate him, because since he was a child, he had always regarded Yan Xiu as his younger brother.
Although, it is quite embarrassing for an older brother to be surpassed by his younger brother.
But this does not mean that he will watch Yan Xiu fall into the Shura Dao, and even be killed by the middle-aged demon man.
Wu Feng squeezed the jade flute tightly in his hand, and Wu Feng seemed to be making some kind of decision in his heart.
The people in the field who paid attention to Yan Xiu, besides Wu Feng, were also Yun Qingwu who was standing on the cliff of Fenggu Valley wearing plain clothes and white skirt.
"It seems that he alone is not enough." Yun Qingwu seemed to be talking to herself, but when this voice was heard by the two deputy commanders behind her, it was almost the same order.
"Should I help him?" the young deputy captain with a green magic eye on his forehead asked tentatively.
"Go ahead with the halberd." Yun Qingwu shook her head gently.
"Me? Young Master, what about your safety..." The middle-aged man with a light red magic eye on his forehead seemed a little hesitant when he heard Yun Qingwu's words.
"It doesn't matter." Yun Qingwu said calmly.
"Understood, I'll come back as soon as I go." Wuji didn't say anything more after hearing this. He moved and disappeared from the place.
When the two armies were fighting fiercely, a beam of light shooting down from the cliff of Fenggu was naturally unlikely to attract too many people's attention.
However, when this light shot towards Yan Xiu at an extremely fast speed, Wu Feng felt the powerful murderous intention contained in this light for the first time.
"Don't even think about it!" Wu Feng let out a soft drink, and his body moved toward the light falling from the sky like a meteor.
For Wu Fenglai, who masters the music.
Close combat is not his strong suit.
A long-distance battle was his best choice, but this time, he stepped forward without hesitation, and at the same time, the green jade flute in his hand also lit up.
It was a green, water-like brilliance, and when this brilliance shone on Wu Feng's arm, an extremely strange scene appeared.
Green cloud patterns appeared on Wu Feng's arms, and even moved upward one by one, converging towards his chest at a slow speed.
"Huh?" A slight voice rang from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the light and the figure collided.
Without too many accidents, Wu Feng's body was blown up like a kite, blood like spring water sprayed from his mouth, and his face turned pale.
And where the two collided, there was standing a middle-aged man with a light red light on his forehead. It was the halberd that fell from the cliff of Fenggu Mountain.
Compared with the way it fell just now, Wu Ji's clothes were obviously torn with several holes, and his arms were shaking slightly. He looked at Wu Feng who was falling to the ground not far away, and seemed to have some slight respect.
"There's no need to struggle to the death, it's useless." Wu Ji looked at Wu Feng, who was clenching his teeth and standing up from the ground with difficulty, and said in a cold tone.
"If you don't struggle, then it's really useless!" Wu Feng bit his lips tightly, and a trace of blood slipped from the corners of his lips. He didn't know whether it was the blood spit out of his mouth or the blood produced after his lip was bitten. .
"With your qualifications, if you can wait another ten years, I will definitely not be your opponent." Wu Ji looked at the green cloud patterns that were spreading on Wu Feng's arms and said with certainty.
"I know." Wu Feng was also very sure.
"Well, I can give you a chance and pretend I haven't seen you."
"But I've seen you."
"Okay... If that's the case, then you die!" Wuji nodded, gently lifted the sword in his hand, and a ray of light as thin as a crescent moon flashed out from the tip of his sword.
It was an inconspicuous light.
However, when Wu Feng saw this ray of light, the expression on his face was already ashen. He just bit his lip tightly and waited for the arrival of the crescent moon.
"boom!"
Blood was flying all over the sky.
Wu Feng fell to the ground, with a bloody mark on his chest that was as deep as the bone. His eyes were closed tightly and his face was pale. However, the jade flute in his hand was still pointing at Yan Xiu, whose eyes were red not far away...
"Witch Wind!"
"Master Wu!"
One by one, voices rang out among the talented people, with desolate tones. There was sympathy for Wu Feng in them, as well as despair for their own fate.
…
Yan Xiu looked extremely lifeless now.
He just stood guard in front of Fang Zhengzheng quietly, with bright red light flowing in his eyes. If he couldn't see what was inside his pupils, it was naturally impossible to guess what he was looking at.
The Qiankun Fan, which no longer had the mountains and rivers map on it, was held tightly in his hands. The blood stains on the fan looked a bit dazzling and sad.
"Witch... Wu... Wu Feng..." A very thin voice came slightly from Yan Xiu's mouth, and as the voice came out, the blood in Yan Xiu's eyes seemed to slowly become clearer.
It was just clear.
Just like a turbid river, after years of sand and soil slowly settling, the color still has not changed, but the clear quality has become much more crystal clear.
"Witch Wind!" Suddenly, a clearly audible voice spat out from Yan Xiu's mouth, and immediately, the red light on Yan Xiu's chest suddenly lit up.
If it was flickering before, now it is getting brighter and brighter continuously.
"What's going on?" Wu Ji looked at the red light on Yan Xiu's chest with deep doubts in his eyes, because, according to normal principles, Yan Xiu should have fallen into the evil Shura just now.
Of course…
As far as Yan Xiu's current state is concerned, he is still in the state of Evil Asura, because the stronger the red light on his chest means the deeper he has entered Evil Asura.
So, how can Yan Xiu enunciate clearly
Wuji didn't quite understand.
And the middle-aged man who has been fighting Yan Xiu also doesn't understand that since he has fallen into the reincarnation of evil Asura, how can he climb out of it
The two vice-captains of the demon clan looked a little confused.
However, soon, the confusion in their eyes turned into surprise, because they saw a figure, a figure who was putting a hand on Yan Xiu's shoulder.
It was a hand completely wrapped in purple light.
This purple light naturally comes from the sword in his hand, a sword that has completely turned purple from the blade to the hilt, a crystal clear and mysterious purple.
"Fang... Fang Zhengzheng?!" As a demon in the reincarnation realm, Wuji rarely gets too surprised when he sees a human being. However, for some reason, he feels a faint ominous feeling in his heart now. .
The middle-aged man standing with Wuji was also shocked at this moment. His eyes looked at Fang Zhengzheng's appearance, and he subconsciously took a step back.
Although this is only a small step, it is enough to represent his current thoughts.
"Fang Zhengzheng is not dead!"
"Is this... is this still Fang Zhengzheng?"
"What's going on? Why, I... I feel scared!"
At this time, all the talented people also noticed the figure standing behind Yan Xiu. It was a figure that they were very familiar with, but at this moment, they were almost unfamiliar with it.
On the cliff of Fenggu Mountain, Yun Qingwu's expression suddenly changed.
The reason is of course also because of the figure behind Yan Xiu, the figure that Yun Qingwu is also very familiar with. In Yun Qingwu's impression, Fang Zhengzheng has always been a shameless person who can hardly be described in words.
The temperament of such a person can certainly be imagined.
But now...
This temperament is completely gone.
Now Fang Zhengzheng was like a ghost wrapped in a ball of purple light, and the Traceless Sword had completely transformed into a crystal-clear and mysterious purple sword.
Even one of Fang Zhengzheng's arms was completely covered with purple light.
It seemed to be a purple blended into the blood, and the square and straight eyes were also purple.
Yan Xiu, because he has mastered the Shura Dao, his eyes turned blood red, which is understandable, because that is an ability that can only be possessed by the reincarnation realm.
But…
Has Fang Zheng entered reincarnation
Of course not, his strength is the 388 kinds of Tao in the world, but now Fang Zhengzheng, only one Tao seems to be flowing in his body.
That is, killing.
A kind of killing that bursts out from within.
If Yan Xiu's Shura Dao is a kind of coldness that is intertwined with good and evil, then Fang Zhengzheng has a kind of coldness in his bones.
Or, that's murderous intent.
The overwhelming murderous aura.
"Are you awake?" Yun Qingwu's eyes were filled with surprise. This expression rarely appeared on her face.
The deputy commander with the green magic eyes on his forehead who was standing behind Yun Qingwu also tensed up at this moment and drew out the sword in his hand.
…
Yan Xiu's body trembled slightly at this time.
He didn't move much, but a overwhelming purple was slowly wrapping around Yan Xiu's body from Fang Zhengzheng's hand.
For an evil Shura.
This is something that should not happen, because it is impossible for an unconscious evil Shura to control himself and allow other energies to enter the body.
However, Yan Xiu didn't do much, he just stood there quietly, his body trembling slightly.
until…
He slowly closed his eyes and sat down on the ground.
As everyone expected, Yan Xiu fell into a coma. However, this was also something that no one could imagine, because Fang Zhengzheng could actually make Yan Xiu fall into a coma? !
Fang Zhengzheng did not answer the confused expressions on the faces of the people around him. He just gently supported Yan Xiu's body, and then looked at Wu Feng, who was lying in a pool of blood not far away.
at last…
His eyes looked at Wuji and the middle-aged man standing next to Wuji.
A purple light began to rise from the soles of his feet, slowly and rapidly circling his body like a winding dragon.
Such a scene caused Nangong Hao and Bai Xing to stop even in the midst of a fierce battle.
Bai Xing's eyes became extremely surprised at this moment, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth disappeared instantly, because there was a feeling on Fang Zhengzheng's body that made him very uneasy.
Nangong Hao's eyes were also a little surprised. Different from the surprise when he heard that Fang Zhengzheng said there were three hundred and eighty-eight ways in the world, the surprise now was obviously accompanied by doubt.
Is this the true strength of the three hundred and eighty-eight ways
wrong.
This is just a way, a way that belongs entirely to killing!
Why is there such a way? !
The fierce fighting battlefield became a little quiet at this moment, because a purple light rising into the sky at this time, it was a purple soaring dragon.
"Kill!" A cold and biting voice sounded in the purple dragon, and Fang Zhengzheng, who was standing on the ground, had completely disappeared at this moment. (To be continued.)
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