The remnants of the wine table were caught in a hurricane-like confrontation, and the overturned wine and dishes burst into the faces of everyone under the table, but Fei Luo did not see anyone sober. With a thought, he shouted, "How dare you take medicine!"
Cang Ji wiped the corners of his lips and beat him when he deceived himself. He greeted the flesh with fists, and said, "Do I still need medicine when I hit you?"
Fei Luo's footwork is a quick word, but even so, it is quite difficult under Cang Ji's fist. The cup fell to the ground, and I was trampled to pieces between the two of you. The gloomy wind around, closely combined with the sound of fists and feet, formed the only movement in the barren city.
On the other side, the giant bull turned into an axe-holding bull head, and the axe smashed into the sedan chair and made a deep notch. He pounded the window angrily, and said to Qian Yu, "The King of Hell ordered you not to let you out! An Sheng stays here, don't make trouble for yourself."
The sedan collided endlessly, and Qian Yu's fingertips became sharp, causing the wooden window dust to jump around. His face changed slightly, his fox eyes were long, and he turned into a little demon in his paleness. The true nature of the fox roared and roared in his body, causing Fei Luo, who was fighting with Cang Ji, to sting in his chest.
Cang Ji couldn't miss the opportunity, and kicked him several times in the chest. Fei Luo was overwhelmed and fell over in the mess of cups and plates. He clutched his chest in pain, vomited out all the wine he drank tonight, and splashed a stench all over his body. Cang Ji turned over Fei Luo's body with his feet, and the wind swept his toes. Fei Luo suddenly raised his arm to block, rubbed his back against the ground and flew out, stopping between the tables, chairs and benches with a bang.
Filo spit out the bitter water from his mouth and stood up on the ground. Cang Ji was already in front of him, he suddenly fell to dodge, and his legs swept Cang Ji's lower plate, only to hear the "crashing", and the broken cups and plates threw Ling Fei, slashing towards Cang Ji's face like a knife. Cang Ji raised his arms and exerted force, seeing his spiritual transformation like the wind, he suddenly collided with the broken objects. He competed with Fei Luo again under his legs, only to see Fei Luo suddenly pounced on the ground, with a tail drawn towards Cang Ji. Wherever the tip of his tail passed, he could hear the overcast wind tearing, and the lights in the sky were rustling.
Cang Ji pulled him straight, he kept his body still, lightly brushed off a few hairs between his sleeves, and said, "Just show your true self and try to swallow me?"
Ferro just sneered.
Niu Tou let go of the axe, raised his hand to pick up the sedan chair, and shook violently in mid-air, causing Qian Yu to be miserable in it, rolling and colliding. After walking a few steps, he put the sedan chair down again and said, "You can rest, wait a moment, and the King of Hell will come."
Qian Yu bowed down, hearing the voice faintly wanting to cut off, his chest swelled, and he suddenly vomited blood.
Niu Tou persuaded in a good voice: "You can't look for life and death. This is Huangquan. As long as the King of Hell ticks you off, you won't die."
Seeing him as if he had never heard of him, Niu Tau couldn't help but back away, wanting to hold an axe to guard each other. But when he heard the sound of chains behind him, he turned his head unconsciously, and saw a man in white, hiding under a silver mask, standing on top of his big axe.
Niu Tou reprimanded: "The ghost returns to the city, and no one is allowed to come to the ferry tonight!"
Jinglin only reached the waist of the bull's head, and the chains in his palms turned. The bull's head was not expected well, and he was eager to take it. Jinglin's chain slid around the bull's head, and the bull's head could not be shaken off, but it was fine, because Jinglin was not strong enough, so he couldn't lift up like Cang Ji. Niu Tou gave a deep drink and immediately bumped into Jing Lin.
Jing Lin suddenly jumped up, kicked in the air, and stepped on the bull's head and flew above his head. The chain slammed around the bull's head half body with Jing Lin, and he immediately fell into a wrestling with himself, and the entire upper body could not be moved. Niutou opened his legs and sank into his arms. The chains were tight and cracked when they heard the sound, but they couldn't bind him. Niu Tou shook his body and roared, trying to throw Jing Lin off, but was stomped on by Jing Lin, shaking his head and staggering, as if drunk. Jing Lin flew to the ground before the chains shattered, and the bull's head behind him came out of his arms and swung the giant axe.
Jinglin stomped on the sedan chair, the wind raged behind him, and he leaned back halfway. The blade of the axe swept past his hair, and a loud bang hit the sedan chair. The sedan chair smashed to pieces, and Qian Yu fell to the ground. Jing Lin raised his leg and kicked on the axe blade, threw up with his arm, and volleyed a palm when the bull's head pulled back.
The wind was raging against the wind, and it burst open when it hit the bull's head. Niu Tou took a few steps back, seeing the severe pain in his chest, and the blood was already shining, he couldn't help but get angry and fierce. With a deafening roar, he swung the axe into a whirlwind, slashing with that white touch.
Jinglin's body is like a weak willow, and his footwork is unfathomable, causing the bull's head to press into the city. Niu Tau Ju Li slashed the ground of the market, and heard the slate burst, cracking a long road.
Cang Ji's figure fell sharply and collided with Jing Lin with his back. He was panting slightly, his half-arm shirt was torn, and he fell behind in a short period of time.
"How." Jing Lin said steadily, "You can see the power of Fei Luo."
Cang Ji tore off his tattered sleeves and said, "Bah!"
Before they could finish speaking, they saw Fei Luo rushing out. Cang Ji kicked his leg, Fei Luo rolled on the ground, but his hand hooked Cang Ji's leg. Cang Ji only felt his feet sink, followed by a chill on the side, Fei Luo actually teleported to this side before he blinked!
Jing Lin held the long wind in his sleeves, suddenly swept away, and dragged Cang Ji away. Fei Luo has already missed the opportunity. How could Cang Ji allow him to leave again? Hearing only two muffled sounds of "bang bang", Fei Luo's waist and abdomen were stressed, and he immediately spewed acid water. He didn't run, instead, he held Cang Ji's fist in his palm, with a pained voice.
Cang Ji felt a strong suction pull, his feet were unstable, and he almost fell into Fei Luo's open mouth. The belt was dragged by Jing Lin from the back, and Fang stopped the front. However, the giant axe behind Jinglin has arrived, and it is pressing on the back of his head, and the gravity of the bull's head makes the ground tremble. Seeing bad, the wind in Jing Lin's chest twisted, and the pharynx spring appeared with a sheath, and suddenly blocked the axe blade behind Jing Lin's head. The situation fell into a stalemate for a while, the sour grinding sound was rolling, and the axe stopped at Jinglin's feet.
Yanquan shook his body against it, and the originally unclear scabbard made an unbearable cracking sound. Jing Lin's face turned pale. Grit between the teeth.
The axe blade was pressed against the gap, and an extremely subtle "pop" was heard. The pharynx spring shattered immediately, and the giant axe was cut down by the wind!
Cang Ji grabbed Jing Lin with one arm, turned over and leaned back, raised his leg and kicked the axe. The axe smashed to the side, and before the two of them could breathe, they heard the twisting sound of the wind, and the two were torn apart by the sudden suction.
Fei Luo opened his mouth to be a dignitary, the lanterns in the entire street market plummeted, and all the tables and chairs flew towards him. Seeing that the mouth is like an abyss, it is not the mouth of ordinary people. If it is swallowed by Fei Luo, it will be difficult to do!
In the blink of an eye, Qian Yu could hear Qian Yu kicking the sedan chair Ling. The sedan chair sucked towards Fei Luo, but Fei Luo kept his mouth shut. With an embarrassed expression on his face, he said aggrieved: "I treat you with sincerity, why do you treat me like this!"
Qian Yu was as thin as paper, with white hair fluttering in the overcast wind, looking vulnerable. He said: "You treat me only for this skin, not me. This is the end of the matter, so don't bother."
Fei Luo actually covered his ears and said angrily: "Don't listen, don't listen! You must not leave!"
As he said that, he flashed away and took Qianyu by hand. Qian Yu's robe was raised back, and her eyes were looking elsewhere. Fei Luo shook his hand and said earnestly: "I know you are deeply in love, so I will take you across the Wangchuan tonight. Qianyu, forget everything, you and I are the newlywed Yan'er, Huang Quan's husband!"
Qian Yu seemed to smile, very desolate. He said, "You think Wangchuan is so omnipotent, but I feel that even if I walk in this Wangchuan water, I will never forget Zuo Lang."
Fei Luo noticed that he was about to grab his hand, so he couldn't help holding it tighter, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and only said, "Why are you crying? You can't cry, because I want to cry when I see you cry."
Qian Yu couldn't find the elusive voice, and his sorrow came from it, and he had no interest in life between great joy and great sorrow. He held Fei Luo's hand instead, tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn't notice it.
Qian Yu said, "Do you want me to cross the Wangchuan River?"
Fei Luo hurriedly replied: "I'll go punting."
After saying that, he let go of Qian Yu and took a few steps to the ferry. Seeing him move away, Qian Yu raised her eyes and looked into the distance again.
"I'll take a trip to the world." Qian Yu murmured, "Sorrows are all related to Zuo Jialang. Now that he is dead, my heart is lost. Since the road to Huangquan is not visible, it is boring to be born into reincarnation. , let me cry."
After saying that, the white hair fluttered, and he saw that others had already jumped towards the Wangchuan River. Fei Luo rushed forward in a panic, but still couldn't catch the hem of Qian Yu's clothes. Those tears rolled down Feiluo's cheeks, making his soft intestines turn into bitterness, and he just wanted to sigh, "Why bother!"
Cang Ji's body was faster than the sound, and he was already flying in the air. He grabbed Qian Yu's sleeve violently, pulled the man back with force, and threw it to the shore. Qian Yu was already desperate, but unexpectedly, he was thrown back, only to see Cang Ji slip under his feet, and instead fell!
Cang Ji himself did not expect that, he suddenly fell into Wangchuan. The surrounding mud and sand surged in an instant, covering him with a wave. The water was chaotic, pulled by gravity, and Cang Ji was trapped in his body, unable to change back to his original form. He choked on the water and sank deeper. There was no fish or grass in the water, only the boundless human face mixed with the old memories of countless dead souls.
Cang Ji's throat seemed to be locked by someone, his ears roared, and he heard tens of thousands of words incessantly, and thousands of scenes came up in his mind. Cang Ji's consciousness gradually sank, and he could no longer see the surface of the water. I muttered two words silently in the mist, but saw the man appear in response, plunged into the water, and sank towards him.
Amidst the turbidity, only this white is eye-catching.
Cang Ji made a "gudu" in his throat, and Jing Lin clenched his fingers tightly, frowning when he saw the face emerging from his hair. Jing Lin tilted his head slightly, and Cang Ji gasped for breath. He felt that the heart between his chest was about to jump out, and he couldn't tell the taste, but only knew that Jing Lin's eyes were close at hand.
The overlapping upper body of the two sank and was gradually covered by black.
Cang Ji's tinnitus was dizzy, and he heard the long-lost copper bell. His eyes gradually closed, as if he would never sink to the ground. The name full of thoughts was slowly drawn out, becoming like a cloud of smoke, blurred.
He seemed to remember something, and it seemed to be someone else's memory. I just recognize that in this chaotic and colorful scene, Jing Lin, who has been standing with a sword, has been standing.
The mud and sand were buried, and the copper bells rang thousands of miles away.
Volume 3 White Dew