Most of the meridians in his body have been burned, and his cultivation has gone to waste. He is no different from a useless person, but he is still in the true meaning of the sword he used just now. His master's sword realm is a few minutes closer.
His vision was slightly blurred, in the steaming heat, the sun was shining from behind him, and his shadow fell in front of him. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was learning swords in Zhao Jianlu, and he followed behind his beloved master.
At that time, the master was like a mountain that couldn't see the top, shrouded in clouds and mist. I didn't know how far there was between him and him, and I couldn't even see where my master was at all. But now, his figure It seems that it gradually merges with the figure of Master in memory.
He seemed to have met his master again, and this feeling was so good that he didn't care about his physical condition at all.
"Is it worth it? Isn't there us?"
At this moment, a voice of concern reached his ears, and a pair of firm and strong hands supported his crumbling body.
These hands belonged to Tang Zhefeng.
Tang Zhefeng stood beside him, frowning deeply, with indescribable worry deep in his pupils.
Zhao Ce, who was usually very cold, looked at his expression, but laughed. He let the weight of his body press down on Tang Zhefeng's hand, and then responded softly with some pride: "This is the name of Zhao Jianlu's reputation." , Naturally worth it. What's more, even if I can no longer use the sword, I finally tried the two swords of my master, I, Zhao Jianlu, Zhao Yi, and Zhao Si, as long as I tell them what I have experienced, That would be worth it."
Tang Zhefeng was stunned, then shook his head, and sighed solemnly: "You Zhao Jianlu are really scary."
Zhao Ce did not respond to his words, but raised his head vigorously.
Teacher Luo appeared in his blurred vision.
Teacher Luo stood with great difficulty, his body was a little hunched, the skin on his body was scorched and cracked into pieces like scorched earth, but there were fresh flesh and blood growing inside the cracks, just like snakes It's as weird as shedding skin, and what's even weirder is that the skin inside him is black.
This seems to be a strange method of healing, but everyone can feel that his healing process is very difficult, and the powerful aura and extremely cold aura on his body have disappeared without a trace.
"I think Wang Jingmeng is not as good as my master."
Zhao Ce looked at Master Luo, didn't discuss the outcome of this battle, but said: "My master is not only strong in personal cultivation, but also brought out a group of disciples like us."
Teacher Luo was silent for a moment, and he nodded his head as a salute, expressing his approval.
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Nanjiayu looked in the direction of Tianqi City.
Another huge group of clouds appeared in the sky in the direction of Tianqi City, like a city in the sky pressing down on Tianqi City.
This means that a new Grandmaster appeared and then joined the battle.
Nan Jiayu is a practitioner of Zhuoshan Sword Academy, and Zhuoshan Sword Academy is also one of the training places qualified to participate in the Minshan Sword Association, but it has not achieved outstanding performance for many years. Before he was transferred from Changling to this front line by the military commander, he had only practiced in Zhuoshan Sword Academy for three years.
So he is just a very young practitioner, a very young sergeant.
In this grand war, one of the best since the dynasty, he often existed as a secret sentry.
At this time, he was on an unnamed hill, half a day away from the battlefield of Tianqi City, but he could barely see the changes in the situation above Tianqi City, and many marches spreading across the wilderness like long snakes silhouettes of the team.
On a main road under the nameless hill where he was, a train of chariots was slowly passing by.
The chariots looked ordinary, but with the experience he had accumulated during this period, he could tell that Sima Cuo, the commander of the Qin army in the Yinshan area, must be riding in one of the chariots.
This train chariot will arrive at Apocalypse City before dark.
Can the prince in this chariot lead the Qin army to victory here
Looking at the clouds in the distance, looking at the invisible army spreading like a long snake, Nanjiayu felt extremely small and helpless.
However, at this moment, he felt a strange breath.
Inexplicably, the three figures came from nowhere, but at this moment they bumped into his sight without hesitation, and appeared on the hillside in front of him, walking towards the chariot on the road below the hill!
This kind of sudden intrusion only meant that he hadn't sensed the existence of these people before, which made him feel creepy.
Normally, even if the other party is a practitioner whose cultivation base is higher than his, what he has to do at this time is naturally to warn the opponent immediately.
However, this creepy feeling was too strong, but it made his body extremely cold and stiff, and he couldn't even move a finger.
He even felt that his qi, blood and true essence would freeze in the next moment, and then die silently.
It was an old man, a woman and a young man.
The old man is an old monk, holding a stick, so old that it seems that every piece of flesh and blood has become a dried tree root.
That woman's peerless youth, even if it's just a silhouette, has a shocking beauty.
The young man was wearing a black scarf, and seemed exceptionally quiet.
When he froze on the spot, the young man seemed to turn his head to look at him and nodded.
Because the movements were too subtle, he couldn't be sure.
However, this action turned the chill in his body into cold sweat, which flowed wantonly.
He didn't make any movements until the figures of the three disappeared into the forest below him and reappeared closer to the mountain road below.
Because he knew that there was no point in doing anything in front of such three people.
The fear that filled the body just now was like the natural fear of the lowest cub in nature, like a young deer facing a giant tiger.
The team of chariots marched on the road at a leisurely pace.
The sky was originally clear, but it changed in an instant. A huge cloud covered the sky, like a blizzard was about to come, and the road was like night.
It was obvious that a powerful grandmaster came with killing intent, but the train team was surprisingly quiet.
When the darkness came, countless flames lighted up silently.
There were people holding glowing phosphorites everywhere on the chariot, and the pale light emitted scattered the surroundings into a blurred and dreamlike scene.
Almost all the curtains in the carriages were quietly opened, and the person in one of the carriages leaned out and stood quietly at the front of the carriage.
The dense light shone on him, and it was easy for people to see that he was Sima Cuo.
This level of vitality change was enough to make him understand how terrifying the practitioners who came, especially the old monk appeared in his perception soon.
However, the look on his face still didn't change in any way, instead there was a long-awaited relief.