Yue Jingyu fell from the sky for the second time.
But this time, his face was blank.
Looking at the steel fork inserted into his body, countless question marks appeared on Yue Jingyu's head.
It is not a magic weapon, but an ordinary steel fork.
Even the prongs of the steel forks are rusty.
Just such a steel fork that can be seen everywhere, broke one's own "reincarnation state"
How can it be!
However, Yue Jingyu would never have a chance to understand this question.
Because Zhou Fei's knife had already arrived in front of him.
"Goodbye, watch the subject."
Zhou Fei let out a scream, and the long knife slammed into the ground.
The blade slashed across Yue Jingyu's body, bursting out a dazzling white light.
Immediately afterwards, Yue Jingyu's reshaped body began to split.
First, the arms, followed by the legs, then the facial features, and finally the chest opened wide, and the internal organs were dumped on the ground like swill.
Even a fool can understand such a scene.
Yue Jingyu was really dead.
No matter how strong the realm is, it is impossible to make him come alive again.
In the distance, Yue Chen knelt on the ground, tears falling silently.
Zhou Fei slowly raised the Xueyin Knife and laughed loudly.
…
Three hundred miles outside Chang'an, a cavalry was running wildly.
The style of this cavalry is a bit mixed.
At first glance, it looks like the deployment of King Jinzuo of the Prairie. If you look closely, you will find a strong temple flavor.
There is only one team with this style in the world.
That is the black rider of commander Yong Yan.
Of course, this cavalry team didn't have a name at first. Later, because Yong Yan's natal Pear Blossom became black, he started to be still black, and even this confidant cavalry began to turn black.
Wherever he went, like black lightning, Gu was called a black rider.
After parting ways with Wei Guo, Yong Yan led his team to Chang'an City day and night.
Because there is a voice in his heart that is always replying, urge again.
Faster, faster.
If it is late, then the pleasure of revenge will be reduced by half.
For a moment, Yong Yan gave up his obsession with revenge.
And the person who made him possess this obsession was called Zhou Fei.
The sixth master of the college who rubbed his dignity on the ground again and again.
But this time, if the watcher personally took the shot, Zhou Fei is even three-headed and six-armed.
, Can't win.
Chang'an City will be destroyed.
Although Yong Yan left Zhiyue Guan in a very disgraceful way, and even stole a secret record of the Tao of Heaven, his relationship with Guanzhu is quite delicate. After all, the person who brought him back from Guimenguan was Guanzhu, and he promised him to rest and recuperate in Zhiyueguan, and even sent him a wonderful errand, that is, to send food to the seniors of Daomen on the remnant island.
This errand is quite dangerous, but it also comes with extremely high returns.
Without the experience on Remnant Island, Yong Yan's strength would not have increased so quickly.
Therefore, there is a silent tacit understanding between Yong Yan and the master.
He was sure that the voice in his heart was made by the subject.
The subject is urging him to hurry up.
This cavalry ran across the hills and rivers for several days without stopping.
Even if people can bear it, horses can't bear it either.
So in a place less than fifty miles away from Chang'an City, Yong Yan had to order a rest.
Otherwise, the horse will be exhausted alive.
Walking into Chang'an on foot is not enough to show off.
You must ride on a tall horse, trampling those tall Tang people with horseshoes.
The picture is very exciting just thinking about it.
"Report, there is a small village and living people in front." A cavalry walked quickly to Yong Yan and said.
Yong Yan said blankly: "Kill all, and then burn the village to the ground."
"Telling."
Within a short time, there were bursts of curses and screams in front of him, followed by the fire soaring into the sky, dark smoke floating into the sky.
Yong Yan looked up at the thick black smoke, a cruel and pleasant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
However, in the next scene, Yong Yan was stunned.
The smoke was shrinking, as if a hand appeared out of thin air, forcibly pushing back the smoke rising into the air, it was like going back in time, everything went back to the distant point.
"What's the matter?" Yong Yan called a subordinate and asked loudly.
The subordinates were also blank, shaking their heads to indicate that they did not know.
Yong Yan jumped up and jumped to the top of a big tree. He raised his eyes and saw the wall of Chang'an City, as well as Chu and Zhao outside the city and the allied forces of the temple.
Then a shock wave rushed out of Chang'an City in a visible form.
Yong Yan's eyes are fierce
Staring round, immediately screamed at the subordinates on the ground: "Run, run to both sides."
Although he didn't understand what had happened, his subordinates acted immediately after receiving the order, turning over and running wildly to both sides.
After a few breaths, the shock wave arrived.
Like a sharp sword, and like a knife that smashed Huashan, wherever it went, all the big trees were cut off.
The speed of the shock wave is much faster than the speed of the cavalry.
None of Yong Yan's confidants escaped the strangulation of the shock wave.
They had tried very hard to escape, but unfortunately, they couldn't escape this disaster.
Watching his most trusted subordinates die one by one, Yong Yan is inexplicably sad, but he can only hide his sorrow at the moment, because the shock wave is an indiscriminate attack, and he is also within the scope of the attack.
Faced with the threat of death, Yong Yan revealed his natal magic weapon, a black pear flower.
The pear blossom is missing a petal.
It was chopped off by Zhou Fei with a knife.
But the incomplete black pear flower brought Yong Yan a stronger realm.
When life and death are at stake, the only thing Yong Yan can trust and rely on is this life black pear flower.
But in the powerful black pear flower, it can't stop the impact of the forces of the world.
Yong Yan felt like he had entered an extremely terrifying ocean vortex, and the forces from all directions were pulling him frantically, tearing him to pieces. The only thing he can do is to hold his life black pear flower tightly and keep the last trace of clarity in his state of mind. Once his state of mind fails, there is only one dead end.
I don't know how long it has passed, a stick of incense, or even longer, this terrible tearing force gradually faded.
Yong Yan was lying on the ground without strands, with dense wounds on his body, extremely terrifying.
However, he survived after all.
Yong Yan opened his eyes, and a tear fell down the corner of his eyes.
He can't remember the last time he shed tears.
This tear did not fall for me, but because the voice that had been calling him in my heart disappeared.
There were more and more tears, but Yong Yan laughed, helpless, bitter, and heartache.
Above the sky, the red moon became dazzling again.
"Zhou Fei..."
Yong Yan shouted out the name with all his strength.
Lost again.
This time, I didn't even see Zhou Fei's face, so I lost it all.
(End of this chapter)