Thousands of miles away, on the outskirts of Tai'an City in the west.
A battle has come to this point, both sides have been seriously injured, and finally reached a situation where the mountains and rivers are exhausted.
After the demonic breath, the wild grass in the four fields seemed to have been scorched by fire, and there was no snow in a radius of ten miles, all of which were black and scorched earth.
Liu Lishuang practiced the body-refinement exercises, and his physical body was comparable to steel and iron bones. But at this time, his body was covered in blood, and his right hand, which was used to punching, was hanging by his side. From the five fingers to the forearm, the bones were all broken, and the blood flowed down like a small stream.
Her eyes were still calm, and her expression was no different. He held a dagger in his left hand, with the rungs in front of him, his fingertips slightly white.
Yu Zhanmei looked much better, but her drooping sleeves were broken, revealing her bright white forearms. His face, which was as pale as snow all the year round, turned an unnatural red because of the surging qi and blood.
The two had gone from a long-range attack to a melee battle. At this time, the distance was extremely close, and Yu Zhanmei's Bai Lian was wrapped around Liu Bullying's dagger, competing with the real essence on the blade.
Suddenly she felt something in her heart, and suddenly raised her eyes and looked to the east sky.
I saw a little bright light in the distant night sky, and the arc turned round, like a meteor falling to the ground.
Of course she knew where the spark had landed, and she also sensed the changes in the Golden Palace formation and spiritual veins.
After a moment of surprise, suspicion, and disbelief, fire lit up in her eyes, and her whole body was brightened with anger.
The Sword Saint is no longer in this world. Who in the world still has the ability to shake Xuefeng's spiritual veins with a single sword? !
who can? Who dares!
The violent magic breath rolled up the scorched earth, and the wind blew wildly around her, and her black hair and white dress flew freely.
"Whoa-"
Bai Lian broke several pieces, and the dagger shattered.
Liu Baishuang was shaken three feet away, and fell to the ground, blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth.
The mighty demonic breath made her unable to get up, she looked up and saw Yu Zhanmei walking over step by step, her expression was more indifferent than before, "You can't beat me even if you close the gate of life and death, I'm right."
The remaining half of Bai Lian was held in her hand like a knife.
She stood in front of Liu Baishuang, looking down at the opponent who was seriously injured and dying. The anger in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he became calm, "You know, I have thought before that if I die in your hands, there is nothing to be unwilling to do. It's a pity that you are too weak... I will collect the corpse for you, do you think? Back to where?"
It's not sarcasm, it's a serious question.
Liu bullying couldn't move a finger at this time, but the severe pain made her clear. And she knew clearly that Yu Zhanmei would kill her without shaking her hands.
So she answered seriously, "Cangya Mountain, Xihua Peak, go up the mountain road, the second yard from the east is mine."
Yu Zhanmei nodded, "I remember. What if there is no more?"
Tonight Yu Shi and Jun Yu will fight over Cang Ya, they all know and feel it.
"I believe Senior Brother..." She glanced at Yu Zhanmei's expression and added, "If it's really gone, you don't have to go anywhere, it'll be fine here."
Why bury the bones in mulberry land.
Yu Zhanmei suddenly wanted to ask her, 'Have you never thought about going back to Donglu? Haven't thought about going back to Qiulang Town? ', and felt that it was pointless to ask. Their childhood experiences of fighting on the snowy field were only a fleeting moment in the long years of cultivation for Anna May.
I have long known that one day there will be a separation of life and death, and this scene has been imagined countless times. There is still a faint shaking in the bottom of my heart, which is like an illusion.
Yu Zhanmei raised her hand, five slender fingers, pressing it on Liu bullying's shoulder.
So the cold and dead silence, which was more than ice and snow, spread from the shoulder blades to the whole body, and the severe pain in the internal organs was replaced by the bone-chilling coldness. The woman's voice was close at hand, as gentle and soft as the spring breeze, "Is there anything else to say?"
Liu Bullying looked at her, her teeth chattering, her voice faintly inaudible, "No more."
"I have something to say!-"
The sudden change occurred, and a loud shout broke the silence of the wilderness and penetrated the gust of wind.
Yu Zhanmei's left hand clenched tightly on Liu Chushuang's shoulder, raised his eyes suddenly, and slapped the sky with his right hand.
The magic breath collided with the gust of wind, and the rapidly approaching shadow in the sky shrank without warning, and in the blink of an eye it landed more than ten feet away.
Yu Zhanmei narrowed his eyes and looked at it, only to see a young man in military uniform and golden armor, standing beside him was a cyan bird the size of a white crane.
Or should I say it's a bird.
Qing Yu has red eyes, flutters its wings as a gust of wind, and breathes into a raging fire - Qingyi Luan.
The identity of the visitor is clear.
Liu bullying couldn't look back at this time, and he didn't need to look back to know who was standing behind him. But he shouldn't be here at this time.
She couldn't help sighing. After inheriting the throne, how could she still do things with her heart as before
The earth trembled from far to near, a line of smoke and dust in the distance, horseshoes like thunder.
Shadows in the darkness gathered from all directions, unstoppable like the tide. And because of the young man's gesture, he stopped quickly.
The army has rushed to the battlefield between the two continents, and the emperor's personal guards are here.
The one-in-a-million cultivation aptitude has been cultivated for siege warfare since childhood, equipped with black iron armor engraved with runes, war horses mixed with alien blood, and absolute loyalty that can be killed at any time by the king, and regard responsibility and honor higher than life.
Thousands of horses surround the wilderness.
The young man in the golden armor smiled, and he couldn't see his expression clearly under the night, but he could feel the loose breath around him and his relaxed posture.
He said, "Palace Master, would you like to chat?"
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It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that it is only a moment.
Yin Biyue woke up from the emptiness, and the familiar feeling in his heart faded away, followed by the surging qi and blood that forced the Linyuan Sword, the tingling of the meridians, the dizziness of the turbulent consciousness, and the moving mountains. Shaking crisis.
He forced the divergent consciousness to perceive the surroundings. At this time, the first avalanche had passed, and all the houses and towers under the snow peak were buried. A few demon cultivators with superb cultivation have escaped to the edge of the snowfield. The vibration of the spiritual veins has not been completely eliminated, and there will be a second avalanche at any time.
What really worried Yin Biyue was not these, but the disappearance of his senior brother. Not only was there no trace of divine consciousness, but even the weak connection between him and his senior brother due to the double cultivation of Tian Luo Jiuzhuan was completely broken.
The sea of consciousness fluctuated violently, and I saw Rong Zhuo, who was at the edge of the Meteorite abyss, suddenly turned his head, crossed the cluttered snow field, and looked straight at Tongtian Xuefeng, looking at him!
The red-clothed demon cultivator slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a malicious smile.
Then he jumped and jumped into the abyss.
At this glance, Yin Biyue was about to explode.
As soon as he mentioned his true essence, he rushed to the abyss, stepping on mountains and rivers to make him the fastest, almost leaving no afterimages.
Brother! I know you dance too!
Yin Biyue rushed down to the Golden Palace, the vibration of the spiritual veins began to breed a second avalanche, and the sound of flood and thunder echoed behind him. He didn't look back, with the long sword in his hand, he slashed straight forward!
In the sharp sword whistling that ripped through the air, Feng Xue retreated, and a near-vacuum passage was cut out in front of him, making him go forward to the edge of the Meteorite Abyss.
There has been a battle around the abyss, and the remaining true essence and magic breath are still hedging. The sound of the wind had calmed down, and the sliding of the snow body seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. Yin Biyue felt an extremely uncomfortable coldness.
Heaven and earth have spirits, and the qi machine circulates life and death, and balances each other. However, there is no life here, just death and ill will.
The wind and snow cannot enter, the divine sense cannot enter, and the most terrifying thing is the unknown.
The abyss is like the bloody mouth of the ancient giant beast.
Yin Biyue slashed down with a sword energy, and then jumped down.
I don't know if my senior brother lives or dies below, there is no choice for this kind of thing.
The wind whistled in his ears, and the cold air rushing in like a tidal wave overwhelmed his head. There is a strong suction under the abyss, and it is impossible to fight against it.
The falling speed is uncontrollable, and the sense of weightlessness causes the illusion of suffocation, which is most likely to cause panic.
He inexplicably remembered that night when the autumn wind was brisk, when the master jumped down from the cloud with himself, laughed and said, "Isn't it exciting? Look at the fourth, life is full of surprises!"
The suction weakened, and the foot touched the solid ground. It was clearly an extremely fast fall, and it was still silent when it reached the bottom of the abyss. The condensed dead energy came along with the gloomy wind, like a ghostly shadow.
Boundless monster.
Yin Biyue laughed. Really exciting.
The Linyuan sword slays evil and slays demons, the world's most upright and bright, why have you ever fled
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Ever since he saw the fragments that were suspected to be the projections of future destiny in the Buddhist hall of the view, Luo Mingchuan felt that there was a subtle connection between him and Meteorite Abyss. Later, he practiced Tianluo Jiuzhuan and unblocked the cultivation base of Guan, and he saw and felt the abyss more than once.
It seems to be destined somewhere, and the abyss has been waiting for him.
Where there is life, there is death, where there is light, there is shadow. There is no absolute saint or gentleman. And the abyss that condenses the world's dead energy, the darkest but darkest, is like his dark side.
Luo Mingchuan once rejected this kind of doom, resisted this kind of implication, and finally came here. At this time, he was walking under the abyss, and he didn't feel unfamiliar at all.
Tian Luo Jiuzhuan exercised on his own.
Monsters have no intelligence, and only have the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm. This special coercion is their deepest fear, even if they smell the fresh flesh and blood, they dare not approach.
But Luo Mingchuan still felt that something was missing.
The author has something to say: Duan Diao: Palace Master, I knew you were someone who could chat!
Yu Zhanmei: No, I am not.
Liu Bullying: Junior Brother, if you do this again, the director will delete the movie