If you look down from the cliff, the abyss is long and narrow, but it is different when you come in person. The further down you go, the wider and wider the space becomes. At this time, countless monsters took the initiative to retreat, and there was an empty darkness.
Rong Zhuo looked at the person in front of him and suddenly felt extremely absurd.
After 100 years of painstaking efforts and devotion, and 20 years of burying the name of the Northland to study the blood contract, is it not a match for an unwarranted reincarnation? Feeling that the monsters like arms and fingers were out of control, shock, unwillingness, and resentment surged up, causing his whole body to riot like boiling water.
As if he still felt that this kind of stimulation was not enough, Luo Mingchuan couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, and said calmly, "Now, you are not."
As the other side' I am the master of the abyss, how can you kill me in the abyss? ' answer.
Rong Zhuo raised his head and laughed loudly, his eyes were about to split, and his red clothes were surging like waves of blood. The scarlet magic breath gathered around him, condensing into a sharp sword.
Luo Mingchuan didn't say anything, just stared at each other, and there was an exact sword screen in front of him. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, Shen Zhoujian appeared in his hand.
Tens of thousands of swords collided in the air, and the roar caused the bottom of the abyss to vibrate violently. After the sword body shattered into powder, it continued to regenerate. Like two ocean tides colliding, thousands of layers of waves rise and fall one after another.
Being able to borrow the power of Meteorite Abyss is Rong Zhuo's greatest reliance. Now that the abyss cannot be used by him, he falls into a state of madness.
Luo Mingchuan said, "What is borrowed is borrowed after all."
No matter how powerful it is, it will only be lost in an instant. Even cultivating demons requires one's own diligence, and using painstaking ingenuity to borrow strength is a crooked path.
In the tide of ten thousand swords, Luo Mingchuan did not move, Shen Zhoujian let go, and the electric light broke through the bloody waves of ten thousand hectares, and stabbed straight towards the opposite bank!
A lonely boat in the angry sea, upstream.
He doesn't use the sword very often, but he is not bad at using it. In the current stalemate situation, he always has one more sword than the opponent, which is the key to breakthrough.
Shen Zhoujian was swift and violent, slicing through the scarlet magic breath, and came a foot in front of Rong Zhuo.
Suddenly, another sharp sword light pierced out of the diagonal, and in a flash of lightning, the confrontation between the two turned into a three-legged confrontation.
Luo Mingchuan suddenly turned his head and said in shock, "Junior Brother!"
Linyuan's sword qi came first, followed by Yin Biyue, who flew over covered in blood and stood a few feet away.
He didn't understand why his senior brother suddenly changed color, because he didn't know how terrifying he looked now. When they went all the way to the snowfield, the black cloak was full of blood and tattered, with only a few strands left. Later, they fought with the monsters, and they were bitten because they couldn't protect themselves. At this time, Bai Yi was soaked with blood, which was particularly dazzling and shocking.
Before he had time to say anything, Yin Biyue only called senior brother, and found that Luo Mingchuan was in a very wrong state.
The most direct manifestation is in the color of the pupils. The ink-colored pupils that used to urge Tianluo to turn nine turned blood red.
At the moment when Linyuan's sword light appeared, Rong Zhuo chose to resist Shen Zhou's sword without hesitation, and let his abdomen be torn open by a huge tear. At the same time, all the demonic breath came out, and he flew to Yin Biyue to attack.
Yin Biyue's true essence was almost exhausted, and under the pressure, Linyuan Sword was blocked by the sea of blood, and it seemed to be crumbling.
Unexpectedly, the sword body began to vibrate violently, and it suddenly accelerated as if it had received some kind of inspiration, highlighting the encirclement of magic breath, and did not enter the opponent's heart.
The sword qi burst in Rong Zhuo's body, the blood mist sprayed thinly, and there was no chance of being spared from the two serious injuries.
Yin Biyue was shocked, because the speed of the Linyuan Sword did not decrease, and after breaking out of the body, it stabbed straight back!
Just now Luo Mingchuan attacked Yin Biyue in order to block Rong Zhuo. At this time, he was behind Rong Zhuo. Yin Biyue watched as his senior brother was defenseless and was stabbed into his heart by the Linyuan sword.
"Shoot-"
The situation changed too fast, and everything settled in the blink of an eye.
From Yin Biyue's sword to the present, Rong Huan's choice, Luo Mingchuan's choice, and Linyuan sword's back master were all in a matter of seconds.
In an instant, the world turned upside down.
Thousands of swords, magic breaths, and monsters disappeared. Only the blood in the darkness remained.
Luo Mingchuan snorted, raised his hand and drew out his long sword, blood gurgled down. The Linyuan sword fell to the ground with a piercing echo.
Rong Zhuo fell to the ground, his laughter was particularly harsh, and he said bitterly, "Life and death are the same family, and you will not end well."
He originally thought that he couldn't kill Luo Mingchuan, but that he could kill a Yin Biyue. Now this variable is really surprising, he laughed and vomited blood, and he died in an instant.
When Yin Biyue heard the words, he was facing the blood hole in Senior Brother's chest, and his mind went blank.
His body has been exhausted for a long time, and he can only rely on one breath to support it now. Encountered by the shocking change, his mind was shocked, countless open and dark wounds burst out together, qi and blood surged, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Conscious of the sea-shattering colic, he wanted to grit his teeth to stay awake, but his consciousness fell into a drowsy darkness.
The last picture before the coma is of Senior Brother's dark eyes, his expression indistinguishable. Looking into his eyes quietly, he walked towards him step by step.
It is clearly only a few feet apart, but it is like a vast ocean.
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The suburb of Tai'an in the west.
The thick snow cloud had dissipated at some point, and the faint starlight flickered in the indigo sky. It contrasts with the empty wilderness, adding to the cold and loneliness.
Yu Zhanmei looked around at the dark shadows and smiled sarcastically, "It's okay to chat, does His Majesty the Emperor dare to retreat?"
She still held Liu Bullshuang's shoulder with one hand, not letting go.
Duan Chongxuan also laughed, "It's natural. The beauty of the palace master's smile makes me fascinated, and the thousands of troops and horses will also retreat!"
He turned slightly sideways and waved his hand loosely, "Retreat!—"
The cavalry surrounding the wilderness did not hesitate for a moment, the neat sound of hoofs stirred up the smoke and dust, and in a blink of an eye, they stepped back more than ten feet, and the interval was wider than before.
This distance is ingenious and very conducive to negotiation. Yu Zhanmei was confident that he would retreat all by himself, but it was impossible to hold another person hostage to break through. Even with Liu Lishuang as a shield, it would not be able to block attacks from all directions at the same time.
Yu Zhanmei restrained his smile.
No one called her a beauty for many years. Powerful and cold, enough to make people forget the beauty of the skin.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and sighed, "There is an emperor like you in Beilu."
Even in a military uniform, he looks like a playboy who is walking around the platform. It really does not conform to the inherent impression of the emperor.
He also remembered Liu bullying, who ran thousands of miles into the floating sea, and saved such a person, and this person not only returned to the Northland alive, but also became the emperor seriously.
Rong Zhuo's organs may not be able to get it, some people are born in their hands, and there are countless people paving the way for him to build bridges one after another.
Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh again that the world is impermanent, "Duan Shengan has a son like you."
The two sentences of 'could meet' are both astonishing and contemptuous.
Surprised by the good luck of the other party, but also despise the other party's only good luck.
Duan Chongxuan didn't seem to hear it at all, and replied seriously, "What does this have to do with my father, it's clearly because of my high level of reincarnation."
Then he asked inexplicably, "Does the palace master think that you are more suitable for my father to be a son than me?"
Yu Zhanmei practiced for hundreds of years, killing people like numbness. For the first time, there was a moment when she was speechless.
Liu bullying turned her back to her junior brother at this time, but she didn't need to look to know what his expression was. Based on her understanding of Duan Chongxuan, these seemingly useless nonsense will eventually become the key to determining the outcome of the matter.
In other words, this is the fighting style of the younger brother.
Yu Zhanmei's smile faded, and she said coldly, "You know, even if I kill her, you won't be able to keep me in this battle."
Duan Chongxuan shook his head, "How can you live or die. What does the Palace Master want that Beilu can't give?"
He said it lightly, but powerfully. Because he is the master of the Northern Continent.
The king's promise is more than a thousand pieces of gold.
Because for Duan Chongxuan, if there is something wrong with Senior Sister, even killing the other party can't make up for it.
"Don't waste your energy, I don't want your city, Chizhou County." Yu Zhanmei said, "I want Tianluo Jiuzhuan."
Duan Chongxuan didn't know what happened to Liu Chaoshuang, and he didn't dare to come forward rashly. His heart was anxious, but his face was very calm, "The palace master shattered the muscles and bones of the whole body twice before, and used the secret method of the Golden Palace to stimulate the rebirth of the devil's breath. The last time lasted. Ten years to complete. Is it or isn't it?"
"So what?!"
"Does the palace lord often experience tingling pain at Xingjian points, stagnant breath, occasional arrhythmia, and irritability?"
Yu Zhanmei's eyes became colder.
"The palace lord doesn't need to be nervous, it's just a family tradition of observing qi. If you want to learn it, I'll teach you..." Seeing the other party's impatience, Duan Chongxuan became serious, "Actually, the palace lord also knew in his heart that rebuilding the bones and muscles back then hurt the lungs. In addition, the practice is always fast, and the foundation is unstable. In the early years, the dark wounds were not eradicated, and the body was already overwhelmed. If it wasn't for the strong pressure of the advanced cultivation, the palace lord's body today is afraid to be terminally ill. Even if it is not hindered temporarily, in the future The bottleneck in the practice will only be more thrilling every time."
"What you need is not the Tianluo Jiuzhuan, but the Ningshui Heart Sutra of the Northern Imperial Family. I just happen to take it with me."
When Liu bullying heard this, he was moved by his younger brother's efforts, but still sighed in his heart. The younger brother is afraid that he is wrong this time. Where is Yu Zhanmei who cherishes his life? She wants Tianluo Jiuzhuan, and what she wants is not immortality. Just because it is the strongest magic power in the world. For her, as long as she can be number one in the world, there is no difference between one day and one year.
She's always been like this and just wants the best.
Sure enough, Yu Zhanmei said disdainfully, "Do I look like a fool?"
"I'm thinking about the palace lord wholeheartedly. If the palace lord doesn't believe it, you can give it a try. Divide two magical breaths, one originates from Ji Wei, goes down obliquely to the Daimai point, circles around the body, and one line rushes the veins, and finally The two converge in the sea of blood at the same time. Let's see if as I said, there is a miraculous conditioning effect to calm the blood."
"My senior sister is in your hands. If you make a little mistake in your exercise, the riot of demonic breath may kill her. How dare I lie to you?"
At this moment, Liu Lishuang almost thought that the younger brother knew about her plan. Having said that, she has accumulated a small amount of strength, and Yu Zhanmei's breath has also relaxed.
Liu Baishuang's body was still frozen stiff by the magic breath, but her spirit was highly concentrated and she waited quietly.
She knew that in the past, Yu Zhanmei would never try, but she was also severely injured in the battle just now.
Duan Chongxuan was still talking, "With this path of exercise alone, the effect is less than one-tenth. If it is combined with the formula of the Heart Sutra..."
At this moment, Yu Zhanmei's expression changed suddenly, and the right hand held on Liu bullying's shoulder actually pushed the person out!
A push is a few feet away.
The thunder and tragic screams in the air sounded almost at the same time.
Duan Chongxuan didn't expect it, and subconsciously went to help Senior Sister, Liu Lishuang waved to him, indicating that it was okay, and slowly stood up.
He turned his head and looked, Yu Zhanmei fell to the ground, from the right arm to half of the body, deep blood crisscrossed. The flesh was turned up, and the bones were faintly visible.
Liu Jishuang's face was calm, and she asked with a frown, "Why?"
Why push me out
Yu Zhanmei laughed twice, and then coughed violently with the blood in his throat, "You want to die with me, but I'm not as good as you want!"
Duan Chongxuan was horrified and went to see Senior Sister in disbelief. Liu bullying gave him a reassuring look, but didn't explain anything.
Could it be that people who have closed the gate of life and death really look down on their lives? When his mind changed, Duan Chongxuan quickly wanted to understand the cause and effect, and was a little disappointed for a while.
Even if you don't come, 80% of the time will be like this.
Liu Jishuang was silent.
She covered the few remaining True Essences in the spiritual veins on her shoulders with fist intent, like gathering wind and thunder. If he blew himself up with a mortal heart, at such a close distance, there was a 90% chance of killing himself and Yu Zhanmei at the same time.
Fang Caiyu Zhanmei separated out the magic breath, and had to guard against Duan Chongxuan. If she was a little slack with her, she would make her real yuan burst in her body.
For them, the only variable tonight was not Duan Chongxuan's arrival, but Yu Zhanmei's choice.
Liu Lishuang's body was eroded by her demonic aura, and she could detect the slightest change. At the critical moment, she didn't have time to retreat, and she did not retreat. Instead, she accelerated the operation of the demonic aura, emptied the opponent's true essence, turned against her own body, and resolutely sent people to others. Launch blast radius.
In this series of actions, as long as it is a little later, two people will be dying now.
Obviously, the Palace Master of the Golden Palace didn't have time to think, and her body made the decision for her subconsciously.
Liu bullying asked her why, but she didn't know either.
Yu Zhanmei was lying on his back, the dark blue sky above his head was dim, and his vision was wide, but it was slowly stained with blood. Her demonic breath raged through the shattered spiritual bones, causing life to flow away quickly. Duan Chongxuan is right, this body has too many hidden dangers, and it is easy to backlash.
Liu Bullying walked over, half-kneeled in front of her, and listened to her words close to her lips.
"You have to live, the longer you live, the better, so that someone in the world remembers me."
After birth and death, the indifference that could not afford to be unbearable was finally broken.
Liu Lishuang said dumbly, "I promise you. Where do you want to go back?"
Yu Zhanmei asked her this question just now.
Yu Zhanmei raised her hand and pointed in a direction with a smile, "I want to go back to Donglu Snowfield."
Liu bullying thought to himself, it is clearly the west over there.
Forget it, if you say East is East.
She leaned over and hugged Yu Zhanmei, the white dress in her arms was stained with blood, as light as a piece of paper.
"Okay, I'll take you back."
He looked back at his brother. They didn't say a word when they met tonight, but they didn't need to say a word between them.
Duan Chongxuan waved his hand, "Senior sister, go, I'll go back to Cangya."
The cavalry, who were waiting in battle, gave way, Liu Zhishuang walked past with Yu Zhanmei in his arms, and the red blood spilled all the way.
The wind was blowing, and the long dark night finally passed. There was no sunrise, only the eastern sky paled slightly.
Yu Zhanmei's voice was barely audible, "It's so cold today..."
"You're wearing too little."
"I don't remember the way..."
"I remember."
I will remember the road and I will also remember you. I swear.