There is a bottomless gap before the road of martyrdom, which is the trace left by Chu nightning's previous use of the corpse splitting technique. At this time, the rainwater poured into the gully like a waterfall.
Above the chasm, a man in black and gold robes turned his back to them, holding a Mo saber in one hand, swooping in the air.
Hearing the movement, the man moved his fingertips slightly and turned his head slowly.
It is ink burning!
In the hunting wind, the heart seemed to be chopped by an axe, and Chu nightning stared at the person in front of him in disbelief. … what on earth is it? !
rumbling—
The pale electric light flickered, and then thunder broke out.
The pale light illuminated the blood-stained face of Emperor Ta Xian. The face was so terrifying, the teacher couldn't help but took a step back.
But Chu nightning took two steps forward involuntarily.
bloodstains.
There were bloodstains all over his face, except for his face, any inch of skin exposed on the outside was also crisscrossed, and the flesh and blood turned up. He is like a corpse that has been dismembered, but failed to dismember because the blade is not sharp enough. There are cracks all over his body, but there is still the handsome appearance between his eyebrows.
"… "
Chu nightning's lips were blue and white, and he stood in the pouring rain, looking at the living dead who was stabbed by thousands of knives.
The living dead also stared at him, blood and tears in a pair of black and white pupils.
Ta Xianjun's consciousness is blurred, memories and memories are fighting, and souls and souls are fighting fiercely. Perhaps because it was too painful, he couldn't help holding half of his face with the hand that didn't hold the knife.
Black-red blood and rain dripped from his fingers.
His thick eyelashes trembled, with the anger of Stepping Xianjun and the confusion of Master Mo: "...Why do you do this to me?"
Chu nightning: "..."
"Why do you want to kill me?" The man was stunned, and the reflection of Chu nightning was reflected in his pupils. Slowly, his expression became helpless and supple, and he murmured, "Master, is there something wrong with me?"
"Do not… "
"Have I upset you again?"
Listening to his voice, the mountains and rivers in Chu nightning's mind were broken, and everything was messed up. He thought, is it Treading Xianjun in the rain curtain? No... No, that's ink burning.
Whether it is Emperor Stepping on Immortal Emperor or Master Mo, they are all burning with ink.
The ink burned blood and walked towards him staggeringly. Under the blood stains, there was a white face of the corpse. There was no focus in the opened eyes, only a vast sadness.
"How can I let you down. You have to treat me like this."
The rain is almost in the bones of Chu Wanning, and it is cold and trembling. He just watched the ink burning step by step towards himself, the ink burning was crying, and his eyes were full of blood.
"Stop hitting me with a whip... I'll still hurt... No matter how stupid or slow... you hit me... I'll still hurt... Master..."
The tremors ranged from subtle to violent, to unstable standing, and Chu nightning almost collapsed.
He knelt down, he curled up in a ball in the rainstorm, his stomach seemed to be torn and smashed by sharp claws, and he was more like a dead man than the ink burning in front of him.
"I'm sorry..." Chu nightning was hoarse and sorrowful, "... I'm sorry..."
Your scars are as long as my pain.
Your blood of hatred finally devoured me.
He knelt in front of the ink burning, squatted, shrank, almost raised his head with all the remaining courage for the rest of his life, but because he glanced at the body that was delayed by himself, he couldn't cry: "I'm sorry for you... "
He didn't know what went wrong, probably because the living dead with a piece of soul could not be regarded as a real corpse, so the corpse cracking spell did not fully take effect.
The ink is not dead, but he tends to go crazy. Those memories of his life, which were either painful or crazy, or confused or desolate, flooded up.
He is Mo Weiyu, Mo Zongshi, Ta Xianjun, and Xiao Ran'er.
Countless fragments made up the dilapidated man in front of him.
"Ink burns..."
Hearing his voice, the burning pupils turned slightly. He stopped, the rain was red all over his feet, and there was blood all over the place.
After a while, the man with split consciousness suddenly became violent, as if he was invaded by another consciousness. He began to pace back and forth, and his sinister expression became more and more terrifying on this distorted face.
"Chu nightning! You hate this seat very much, and you want the life of this seat at all costs, don't you?"
"I hate you so much too! I wish I could tear you apart and eat your stomach, wishing you could die for thousands of lives! You can't blame me, it's you who killed me!"
His robe sleeves were hunting, his eyes widening in anger.
He was arrogant and angry, and it seemed that the next moment he was going to smash the throat of Chu Wanning and pinch him into pieces.
But it is like a bow that breaks before it is full, and a sword that breaks before it comes out.
I only heard a loud bang, and a blue light penetrated into the chest of Xianjun, and the eyes of Xianjun dimmed, and he was suddenly silent and restrained. After a few moments of silence, he slowly stood up straight, standing alone beside the road of martyrdom.
Chu nightning turned back and saw that the teacher was holding the rock swayingly, and still maintained the posture of throwing the spell. A pair of peach blossom eyes were fierce and fierce, with a fierce luster.
"It's almost the same as reciting the old." The teacher gritted his molars and raised his fingers to seal, and he stared at the blood-soaked Emperor Treading Immortal, "You know what is the most important thing. Since you're not dead, go and replace it quickly. I have collected the last thirty pieces!"
"Hurry up," he said, gasping for breath. "No longer."
Under the brilliance of the spell, Ta Xianjun's originally chaotic, intertwined face of good and evil gradually became as calm as dead water, as cold as frost and snow.
The madness in his eyes, the resentment, all the emotions disappeared.
Stepping on Xianjun Chao Shimei nodded briefly, and the flame of Mo Dao in his hand lit up. He replied almost numbly: "Yes. Master."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and lowered the protective spell to protect the teacher, and then the black robe swept up like an eagle and wanted to fly towards the front hall. Ke Fang rose to mid-air, and a figure stood in front of him.
Chu nightning stopped him.
He was soaked all over his body, and his heart had long since been crushed and smashed.
But he still had to stop.
"If only more people were more comfortable..."
That's what Mo Ran said to him when he was awake, so even if it hurts and is exhausted, he will hold on to the last moment.
Chu nightning said hoarsely: "Huaisha, summon."
Treading Xianjun looked at the familiar golden light in his palm, and his eyebrows twitched.
waisha.
rainstorm.
Desolation of the world. The sea of blood is boundless.
They had a similar day many years ago. On that day, they gave all of their blood to each other, exhausted their life's force, and the world changed color, and the golden crow sank.
I didn't expect that the battle between master and apprentice in the previous life would come to the world again after a long period of time.
People may always be destined to live forever, just like Nangong Si is destined to die in his prime, Ye Wangxi is destined to become a handsome gentleman, and the summit of life and death is destined to be doomed. Stepping on Xianjun and Chu Wanning are destined to face each other with swords.
Either hate or love.
Can't escape.
"No return. Summoned."
Shen Chi's voice was low, and the blue light illuminated the eyes of Ta Xianjun. He is now under the strongest control by the teacher, and there is no turbulence in his eyes. He is like a mirror from hell, reflecting the cold and lonely figure of Chu night Ning Cang in the rain.
The sword qi breaks through the clouds, and the horizontal sword reverses the rain!
In the gust of wind, two figures, one black and one white, intertwined and killed each other, and the spiritual currents collided!
They quickly dismantled their moves from the wind and rain, and they left the ground in an instant. No one was slack, and they fought each other with all their might, all the way from the back mountain to the front of the Tongtian Tower.
The battle of this battle stopped the clouds and shook the ground, and all the people on the mountain and down the mountain were alarmed and looked up at each other—
"Is it Chu nightning?"
"How did he, how did he fight with Mo Ran? Aren't they two together?"
The raindrops are like tens of thousands of horses, and at the peak of life and death, the golden light in Chu nightning's hands pierces the chest of Xianjun! However, before the rays of light approached, the sound of the explosion was heard, and the splendid Yanyang gushed out from the palm of the stepping fairy with the momentum of lava splashing, like a volcanic torrent swallowing the golden light in one go!
"boom!"
In an instant, broken tiles and bricks were scattered, and the surrounding trees were uprooted.
Jiang Xi was leading the crowd to fight against the chess pieces in front of the mountain gate. He responded very quickly and shouted sharply, "Be careful!" Yan Bi suddenly opened a barrier to protect the surrounding people. The towering giant trees all fell on his barrier.
It was extremely difficult for Jiang Xi to support him. He spurted out a mouthful of blood in an instant and knelt down on one knee, his lips and teeth were scarlet.
"Open the barrier! I can't stop the second time!"
Many monks remembered in panic at this time, and hurriedly held out their barrier umbrellas. They looked up in the direction of Tongtian Tower, and they couldn't help but be a little stunned at the moment, Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning, what kind of strength is this...
In front of the Buddha Pagoda, the two masters and apprentices fought more and more fiercely. Apart from him, there is probably no other person in this world who can take so many attacks from the emperor.
Only Chu nightning can.
- The man in front of him, with the tip of the knife wiping, and dodging under his feet, are all similar to the past, and they were taught by Chu nightning himself.
It was at the peak of life and death, and several times even in front of the Tongtian Tower, he adjusted the movement and posture of the ink burning hand in hand, repeatedly reminding him of the formula. From an ignorant teenager, all the way to the moment when the swords collided.
This is the second peak duel between Beidou Xianzun, Chu Wanning, and his disciple, Emperor Mo Weiyu.
At that time, Chu nightning came with a sword, and there was still hope in his heart. He thought he could rescue a disciple who had gone astray, and he went all out for it.
But this time, Chu nightning knew that there was no turning back. No matter whether he wins or loses, the person he most wants to redeem can't come back.
Stepping Xianjun shouted in a low voice: "Whoever stops me will die."
It seems that the situation of the youth when the ink burned and practiced the sword flashed in front of the eyes. The young child was sweating on his forehead. He stepped on the bamboo in the early morning, and pulled out three sword flowers and landed lightly on the ground.
He turned his head and grinned at Chu Wanning, and the pear vortex was deep: "Master, Master, do you think I have learned well?"
The flames rose from the palms and slashed into the chest ribs.
Chu nightning dodged away, and the bloody palm of Step Xianjun wiped his clothes.
But at the beginning, when the ink burned with him in the red lotus waterside, it was clearly the same trick. At that time, the young man's palm was still narrow and long, and there were no scars.
When the young man looked at him sideways, he was very gentle, and then smiled and held his hand, and said, "Don't fight, it's endless."
The sword is howling, the sword is groaning.
Chu night Ning suddenly remembered that in Yuliang Village, Mo Ran took him eagerly to watch the lakeside society play together, the copper radius rang, and the drum strings were noisy.
The actor beside his ear sang loudly, "The overlord is exhausted—"
The colorful oil paint on the stage smeared a face, and the ink burned under the stage watched intently. Chu nightning raised his head, and the ink burned immediately pulled out of the eternal sorrow and raised his eyes from his childhood long-cherished wish.
He smiled and asked him, "Does it look good?"
The eyes are dark and warm.
Chu nightning once felt that those plays, the texts were lengthy, babble, a word can't be split into three words to sing, he doesn't know what it is good to hear. But at this moment, he desperately wanted to return to the social theatre in Yuliang Village.
The pine oil blew a fire, Wu Sheng encouraged him to blow towards the river, and the rivers and lakes were brilliant. It would be great to sing that scene for a lifetime.
"Zheng!"
Suddenly lost his mind, Huaisha was shot down by no return!
It was the same back then. Divine Sword fell behind, so he immediately swept back and summoned Tianwen to temporarily block it. But this time, the strength of stepping on Xianjun is closer, so Chu nightning has not had time to step back, the black knife without sheath has pointed to his chest.
Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes.
His eyes were full of gray, and he couldn't tell who the tip of his knife was pointing at. Only know that the opponent's spirit is exhausted, like a person running at night on Liangshan, listening to the reed pipe all night, surrounded by singing.
Only the stubborn resistance in the dead end is left.
"Something that gets in the way."
The thin lips opened and closed, and the knife cut off! !
Just when life and death were at stake, a black gold folding fan flew in diagonally, and attacked the Immortal Treader head-on! The force of this fan was extremely violent, and its strength was amazing. Immortal Ta immediately retreated and blocked, but was still forced to take a step back by this Xuanjin fan.
Immediately afterwards, three red and blue light arrays swept down from the sky, like a thunderbolt, trapping Treading Immortal Monarch in it!
"Who?!" Ta Xianjun couldn't move for a while, couldn't help biting his molars, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"
The black clouds turned over the ink, and three vague shadows stood on the top of the towering tower of the Tongtian Tower. At this time, I can finally see their faces clearly, the three of them—
A fox fur forehead fell, eyebrows frivolous.
A blond hair is tied up, and his eyes are cold.
The man standing at the front looked about thirty or forty years old. He was dressed in silver-blue light armor, his eyes were sharp, his expression was calm, and a knife scar slanted through his left forehead. There was no frivolous edge on this man. , Some are just calm, and there is a kind of thickness that is very similar to Xue Zhengyi.
The man raised his hand, caught the Xuanjin folding fan that was spinning back, and raised a pair of eyes that had lost their youth.
It's the Mei brothers from the previous life... and...
A thunder cracked the air.
Chu nightning looked at the man-
Another red dust Xue Meng! ! !