Although Jianzhu was broken, Yue Jingyu was not injured.
He is still very strong, strong enough to make everyone feel terrible.
The opposite is the third brother Ji Zixing.
He was at the end of the crossbow, using the last of his strength to destroy the sword pillar. After the sword pillar broke, he could no longer maintain his posture, falling from the sky like a fallen leaf.
The sword pillar is far away from the earth.
Falling from such a high place, if there is no protective means, the consequences would be disastrous.
But Ji Zixing's face has a contented smile.
He doesn't care if he is dead, he only cares if he can keep Yue Jingyu in Chang'an City.
Little Junior Brother, you have to come on.
During the fall, Ji Zixing also tried to adjust his posture, he wanted to see the little brother draw the most critical cut.
However, Ji Zixing, who has no strength, can't turn his body at all.
Falling, falling.
How can this process be so long.
Do you want me to feel the world better at the end of my life
Ji Zixing couldn't help laughing loudly.
It will land soon.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes and feel the coming of death.
"What do you think?"
The appearance of a voice made Ji Zixing open his eyes fiercely.
not dead
Why is the body still soft and full of elasticity
"Get up quickly, do you want to kill the old lady?"
I heard it.
"Junior Sister?"
"Nonsense, who can catch you besides me."
Tu Wanyue was pressed under her body by Ji Zixing, and her expression was very painful.
Her strength was also severely damaged. Although she had struggled for her old life, she could only use a human cushion to catch Ji Zixing who had fallen from the sky.
For this reason, Tu Wanyue's bones were crushed.
Thanks to her not low level, otherwise she would have to die on the spot just like that.
Ji Zixing hurriedly rolled aside, and when he was about to stand up, there was a sharp pain in his ankle.
His legs were broken.
After all, Tu Wanyue didn't catch him completely. The moment Ji Zixing landed on the ground, his legs touched the ground, and such a huge impact made his legs abolished on the spot.
"You wait first."
Ji Zixing hissed twice, and took out a jade chessboard about one foot square from his arms.
This chessboard is quite delicate, like a child's toy.
Afterwards, Ji Zixing breathed a sigh at the chessboard.
The chessboard floated to Tu Wanyue's side, slammed under her body, and lifted her up.
Tu Wanyue said, "Do you have a lot of babies? Do you still hide one hand?"
Ji Zixing smiled bitterly: "This is the relic left to me by my master chess master."
"I'm sorry," Tu Wanyue said, "His old man won't be angry, right."
"Living is the most important thing." Ji Zixing said: "Let's go, the rest of the battlefield belongs to Junior Brother."
"By the way, you have to take the body of your mother back." Tu Wanyue said.
Ji Zixing said: "This chessboard can only bear the weight of one person. I will send you to a safe place first, and then come to pick up Master."
"Hey, Xiao Yueyue refuses to come out, otherwise it would be so troublesome." Tu Wanyue said.
Ji Zixing smiled: "This is too cruel for Xiao Yueyue. It's okay if he doesn't come."
Tu Wanyue looked at the little junior in the distance and nodded: "Indeed, it's too cruel."
Ji Zixing urged the chessboard, and then gently held Tu Wanyue's wrist, letting the power of the chessboard lead him forward.
In.
All the way back safely to the gate of the academy.
Sitting on the stone steps at the door, Yue Chen hurriedly jumped up to help when seeing the senior brother and sister coming back.
After carefully holding Tu Wanyue off the chessboard, Ji Zixing was about to turn around to pick up her mother.
"Brother San, are you going back?" Yue Chen hurriedly stopped him: "You need to heal."
Ji Zixing said: "I have to go and get my mother's body back."
Yue Chen gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go."
"You..." Ji Zixing was a little surprised, "Xiao Yueyue, do you know what you will see when you go to Vermilion Street now. Either your father was killed by the younger brother, or your father killed the younger brother himself."
Yue Chen clenched his fists, his expression almost distorted.
"I'll pick up my mother."
Ji Zixing sighed slightly: "Then you go, go early and return early."
"I will." After Yue Chen finished speaking, his figure swept forward.
Although he had already prepared himself, Yue Chen's calf was still trembling when he really came to Zhuque Street.
He could only lower his head as much as possible and not look at the street directly in front, and quickly found the body of his mother, and after he picked it up, he was ready to return to the academy.
At this moment, he heard a scream.
The voice is so familiar.
This voice did not come from Junior Brother Zhou Fei.
This voice came from... Your father.
The pace of Yue Chen's departure instantly stagnated.
He was holding the body of his mother, standing beside the street, like a helpless child.
Struggling, painful, and at a loss.
Yue Chen closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, then turned around.
But he still didn't dare to open his eyes for the first time.
The screams sounded only once, and then there was no movement.
Yue Chen desperately encouraged himself in his heart, and he opened his eyes only after about a cup of tea.
The scene was more terrifying than he thought.
It's also more cruel.
Father Yue Jingyu was bloody, and even his left leg was chopped off.
…
Zhou Fei was panting like a cow, but there was an extremely bright smile on his face.
It's a success!
The second knife slashed completely on Yue Jingyu's body.
This is no ordinary one.
This is a knife that contains the power of the world, is cut out by the candle dragon arm, combined with the snow drink knife, and finally the inscription engraved with Chang'an as the territory.
This knife sealed all Yue Jingyu's escape routes.
The extremely powerful Yue Jingyu had already become a turtle in the urn when facing this sword.
No matter which direction he dodges, he will definitely be hit by this knife.
Yue Jingyu has achieved the limit he can do.
Pianruo was shocked, like a dragon's step, the three masters of the Thousand-Four Remnant Light Sword all burst out at the moment when the sword was about to cut his body.
If not, he would be cut to death by Zhou Fei's knife on the spot.
Even so, he also paid the price of a leg.
Yue Jingyu stood alone on the street, his expression turned hideous for the first time.
He was angry.
Yue Jingyu was also angry when he was frequently insulted by Zhou Fei before, but that anger was completely different from the anger at the moment.
The anger at the moment is more like an incompetent rage.
At the moment the leg was chopped off, Yue Jingyu screamed.
This scream was also heard by his son.
However, at this time, Yue Jingyu had no intention of caring about his son.
It can even be said that his son Yue Chen has become an enemy in his heart.
Academy
Anyone should die!
Under the urge of furious emotion, Yue Jingyu flashed in front of Zhou Fei.
His speed is no longer possessed by the world.
It is a speed that surpasses the realm of heaven and man.
That is a kind of trajectory that Zhou Fei can't understand.
You must know that the Chang'an City at this moment has been engraved with a god-level inscription by Zhou Fei. This inscription blocked all the routes of Yue Jingyu, allowing him to stay in place, unable to move.
But he still came in front of Zhou Fei.
The distance between the two parties is so close, the close ones can feel each other's breathing.
Yue Jingyu raised his hand, and put his fingers together into Zhou Fei's heart.
"Well… "
Zhou Fei let out a cry and felt a burst of colic in his heart.
Yue Jingyu's fingers pierced his skin, smashed his breastbone, and hit Zhou Fei's heart.
The fingertips even touched Zhou Fei's heart.
In an instant, only the sound of heartbeat was left in Zhou Fei's world.
Plop, plop.
But this was not the result Yue Jingyu wanted.
He wanted to stab Zhou Fei to death with one finger. He had already taken ninety-nine steps, but he couldn't take the last step.
Zhou Fei's heart was wrapped in a powerful force.
The power of the world.
It's this damn human power again!
Yue Jingyu's anger reached its peak, and he uttered a scream at Zhou Fei.
The situation is changing.
Dynasties changed.
…
Zhou Fei felt that he had lost interest in everything.
Just being alive has consumed all his strength.
I just want to lie on a chair and eat and wait to die every day.
This feeling gave him a strong sense of familiarity.
When it was a waste material, Zhou Fei was in this situation all day long.
He didn't think there was anything bad.
On the contrary, Zhou Fei himself enjoys being a waste material.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely world-weary emotion quietly emerged from the bottom of my heart.
To live is to suffer, it is better to go back than to die.
Zhou Fei uttered.
"It's better to die than to live."
This is a very reasonable saying he once regarded as Gao Qian, so such thoughts can't affect him at all.
The more he appeared, Zhou Fei realized that he is not the real him now.
It should be Yue Jingyu's ghost.
Although he didn't understand what Yue Jingyu did to give him such an illusion, Zhou Fei didn't bother to go into it.
He only knows that he can live whatever he wants to live, but he can never give up life easily.
Zhou Fei remembered that one of his favorite game characters once said something like this.
"Life is the most brilliant, the most precious, and there is no way to come back, I wish to cherish it, and re-emerge it!"
The person who said this was called Xie Yi, the number one master of Yanshu from all over the world, and Zhou Fei's favorite game character in his life.
When Zhou Fei played this episode, he was shocked by the passage on the spot.
So God gave him a second life, and Zhou Fei would cherish it more than anything.
Even if there is only a chance to survive, Zhou Fei will do his best.
No one can let him die easily.
Yue Jingyu's fingers left Zhou Fei's body.
The scars left behind were also quickly healed by the power of the world.
Everything just now is a state of Taoism-"Wuwei".
But because Zhou Fei cherishes life extremely, extremely passionately, extremely nostalgic.
Inaction, powerlessness.
(End of this chapter)