The image of Zhou Fei unswervingly embracing Ling Zhaoyan fell into the eyes of the allied soldiers in the distance, and some of them were moved by Zhou Fei's behavior.
Tang Jun Daying.
Watching this scene, Meng Zhulu's thoughts immediately returned to decades ago.
At that time, he, Zhou Ding, and His Majesty all fell in love with a woman at the same time.
That woman is the patron of Xinggong Pavilion.
The first to withdraw was Meng Zhulu.
He always put respect and inferiority first in his heart, and when he learned that his majesty also liked that woman, he immediately did what a courtier should do.
Quietly withdrew, and began to secretly help your Majesty.
It's a pity that the two of them couldn't make that woman like your Majesty.
She finally chose Zhou Ding.
That was also the ultimate reason for the rift in the relationship between Zhou Ding and His Majesty.
Although His Majesty did not do anything to Zhou Ding out of the overall situation, the two of them could not return to the past, and the trust of His Majesty gradually transferred to Meng Zhulu. Although Zhou Ding is a general, he does not matter what he does. There will always be impeachment, coupled with the cultivation of a Chang'an No. 1 waste material, it makes His Majesty extremely annoyed.
That woman's son turned Zhou Ding into a waste material.
This also directly led to an imbalance of his majesty's mentality, and he attacked Zhou Ding.
Although your Majesty regretted it after doing that, there is no regret medicine to sell in this world.
Meng Zhulu remembered that his Majesty had asked Zhou Ding at that time, if he refused to leave that woman, he would die, what would Zhou Ding choose.
Zhou Ding's choice was the same as Zhou Fei's choice at this moment.
Live together and die together.
"You deserve to be your son." Meng Zhulu murmured, "You are as strong as you, and maybe you will end up like you in the end."
There is a special group in the southeast corner of Qi State Daying.
They are disciples from Shushan.
The painting saint Liu Jianbai is also here.
Zhou Fei had shot five arrows before, but none of them were aimed at him.
In terms of strength alone, Liu Jianbai was one of the few top players on the scene, and even Wu You Feng Jianche had to rank behind him. He was fully qualified to get Zhou Fei's arrow.
But Zhou Fei did not shoot him.
Liu Jianbai naturally knew that Zhou Fei was not among his targets, but he knew that it was one thing, and whether he could accept it was another matter.
From the bottom of his heart, Liu Jianbai was totally unacceptable.
He felt that he was underestimated.
However, Liu Jianbai has been painting and writing for many years, and his character has long been experienced. Although he feels a little unhappy in his heart, he can't see it at all.
He was still thinking for a while whether he would do something, or the coalition forces would almost forget his painting saint.
However, the several shots after Ziwei Zun were completely robbed of the limelight, and no one would be able to surpass the Ziwei Zun in terms of momentum.
So Liu Jianbai also gave up the shot.
He doesn't want to be a foil to Ziwei Zun
.
But what Liu Jianbai never expected was that he originally thought that no one could take away the demeanor of Ziwei Zun, Zhou Fei slapped him with practical actions.
"It turns out that my mind is still so impetuous." Liu Jianbai said: "For many years, I have watched the picture of Nine Dragons pulling the coffin, but I still haven't seen it through, ashamed."
The Shushan disciples standing behind him were a little surprised when they heard the teacher say this. They exchanged their eyes carefully, but they did not dare to speak loudly.
"Mayfair." Liu Jianbai turned around and whispered.
Painter-savvy Song Fei stepped forward and saluted: "What's the teacher's order?"
"Our Shushan will not participate in the next battle. You take the other juniors and sisters to treat the soldiers of Qi State for their injuries. This is the only thing we can do at Shushan." Liu Jianbai was faint. Said.
Song Fei nodded: "Disciples obey orders."
The second disciple Lin Jianan was a little puzzled, and asked, "Teacher, why?"
Liu Jianbai said: "It's no longer necessary."
"But I haven't participated in the battle from the beginning until now. When the war is over, the disciples are worried that they will be left behind." Lin Jianan said.
"Talk?" Liu Jianbai said, "Do you mean that the temple will accuse us of Shushan?"
"The disciple dare not." Lin Jianan immediately lowered his head and bent down.
Liu Jianbai looked at the god, and said faintly: "If he really has the ability to cover the sky, how can we all come to the grassland. All this is just a show, I don't want to be his supporting role."
Lin Jianan didn't dare to speak too much, and the two of them stared at their toes.
Liu Jianbai looked at his second disciple and said with emotion: "You are still a tiny bit behind Feier after all."
Lin Jianan's eyes flashed a sullen look, but because of his bowing, he was not seen by others.
"Disciple, ashamed."
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Yan State Daying, a corner.
Many female disciples of Dingjian Pavilion gathered here.
At this moment, they were already crying. Among them, Miao Miao cried the loudest, making people feel like they would cry and faint at any time.
Even Heng Lingdong, who had always been very cold, returned to his former softness in his eyes.
"Senior Sister Lingdong, I don't want to fight with Senior Sister Zhaoyan. Even if I can beat me, she is too miserable." Miao said with a choked voice.
The other sisters also nodded in unison.
"Yes, Senior Sister Lingdong, Zhaoyan is too miserable. She is about to be tortured to death by Zun Ziwei. I have never seen a person who can be transparent like this."
"Let's go."
"I really don't want to stay here for a moment. Come on when the Devil King comes, and come on when Winter Love comes."
"As soon as I saw Zhaoyan's suffering, my heart felt painful. Why did it become like this."
Heng Lingdong rubbed her temples, and she hadn't expected the development of the matter to this point.
To be precise, few people can think of it.
Ziwei Zun, who has never shot before the public, shot
It's so fierce that people can't help but worship.
Zhaoyan's elimination is a certainty.
Unless the devil's deity appeared to protect the woman, Ling Zhaoyan had no chance of surviving.
"Zhaoyan ah Zhaoyan, you really let me... what should I do, can you teach me?"
…
The moment Zhou Fei hugged Ling Zhaoyan, the pain of burning the soul appeared again, and it was more intense than the previous two times.
The Secret Record of Heaven in the body was automatically activated immediately, forming a small barrier in Zhou Fei's body, protecting his heart.
In addition, the demon power left by Great Demon Wen was also automatically activated, starting from that terrible external force confrontation.
But under the flames that could burn everything in the world, the secret record of the heavens and the demon power did not last long.
They began to rout and began to dive into Zhou Fei's sea of qi.
But Huo wouldn't let these two people go so easily, after all, Huo still brought some trouble to Huo just now.
So the flame came in front of Zhou Fei's sea of qi, and after waiting for a while, it split into countless small fireballs, and thus penetrated into Zhou Fei's sea of qi.
Zhou Fei himself immediately felt a sharp pain that could tear his soul apart, and he couldn't help howling loudly anymore.
When Ling Zhaoyan heard this scream, his first reaction was to push Zhou Fei away from her body.
But Zhou Fei, who was out of control, was still very strong, holding Ling Zhaoyan tightly, no matter how much the latter pushed and shoved it was useless.
"Zhou Fei, let me go, you will die." Ling Zhaoyan cried and said.
Zhou Fei couldn't hear what Ling Zhaoyan said clearly. There was only one voice in his brain, and that was pain.
Seeing that Zhou Fei had heard so, Ling Zhaoyan also made a ruthless gesture.
She wants to help Zhou Fei to get rid of this torture.
When Ling Zhaoyan had the idea to resist, a mysterious incident happened.
Her body is actually returning to normal.
Ling Zhaoyan, who was already transparent to the point of disappearing, was "substantiating" a little bit.
Immediately following her, an extremely strong cold breath was released in her body, like a cold wind blowing on the extreme northern wasteland for thousands of years, and she began to fight against the burning of Ziwei.
At first, the air-conditioning could not fight the burning, but as time passed, the air-conditioning became stronger and stronger, and the land snatched by the burning was slowly eroded by it.
At the same time, the cold air also entered Zhou Fei's body.
Zhou Fei almost called out comfortably.
He has never been so comfortable in his life.
But the refreshing feeling lasted less than five minutes, and Zhou Fei's experience soon changed from extreme heat to extreme cold.
Cold into the bone marrow, cold into the soul.
The attack method of the two breaths is the same, that is, to attack the human soul.
Although Zhou Fei was not sure if he had a soul, his only feeling now was that his soul was frozen.
Under the alternate attack of cold and hot, Zhou Fei vomited blood, followed by the person who flew out, and landed on the grass a few feet away, almost fainting.
(End of this chapter)