The lieutenant general from the Songshan Military Mansion propped up his badly injured body, staggered to the front of Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi, blocked the aftermath of the breath that came, and then slammed into the courtyard wall, falling on the broken ground. in the stone. Anhua didn't care about the young formation master on the stretcher, climbed behind Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi, reached out and grabbed their collars, exhausted all his strength, and dragged them back desperately, trying to get away from the horrible man on the wooden bridge. The farther the figure is, the better.
Countless ice beads shattered into catkins, fluttering in the courtyard like catkins, as if they had really arrived in the south, but there was an endless chill in between. The terrifying figure of Lord Haidi walked over the bridge, and the sky was full of catkins. Float away one after another, how dare they touch themselves.
Looking at Chen Changsheng lying on the shore of the lake, Haidi's expression remained indifferent, but there seemed to be will-o'-the-wisps burning deep in the dark green pupils. He is a big shot in the demon race, and he has experienced many great events in his life, but even he, thinking that the pope of the human race will die in his own hands, couldn't help being a little nervous and extremely excited.
The mist covering the lake garden has been replaced by the monstrous devilish energy, as if he could feel the turmoil in his mind at this time, it also vibrated and turned into a cold wind.
If you observe carefully, you may find that most of the cold wind comes from the broken monument-like weapon in his hand.
Anhua's pale face was full of resoluteness, he looked down at the invincible and terrifying enemy, and continued to drag Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi behind the courtyard wall.
Suddenly, she found that Chen Changsheng's body had become much heavier, and she could no longer drag it. Then, a clean, warm, and steady hand patted her arm twice. At the same time, a very clean, warm, and steady voice sounded.
"I'm fine."
The person who spoke was Chen Changsheng.
He stood up and looked towards the bridge, his hand already holding the scabbard.
The name of the sword is Wugou, and the sheath is called Zangfeng. There are countless shocking famous swords hidden in it, as well as his true and most powerful means.
The moment he reached for the scabbard, a string of stone beads appeared on his wrist.
This string of stone beads looks unpretentious, even rough, without any aura fluctuations.
But as soon as Zhizhi's eyes fell on it, he felt his heart beat uncontrollably faster.
She is the most advanced life in the world, even if she cannot see through the true nature of these stone beads, she is still naturally sensitive to these stone beads at such a close distance.
What are these stone beads that shocked her
Anhua's realm is not enough to feel the specialness of these stone beads, but she is dedicated to the Tao, and her Taoist heart is extremely clear, which made her feel another breath earlier.
That aura also came from those stone beads, but it was not the stone beads themselves, but hidden in another world very far behind one of the stone beads.
Countless primitive, savage, savage and even bloody breaths seem to be rushing from there.
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The string of stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrist was given to Luoluo one and half to Xu Yourong, and now there are only a few left, strung together by a red rope, but it doesn't look sparse, because these stone beads The bead is the stele of the heavenly book he got from the Zhou garden, and it has its own indescribable ingenuity.
The wild and bloody aura that Anhua sensed also came from Zhou Garden.
Although until today, he still hasn't fully comprehended the secrets of these heavenly tome steles, and those companions in the Zhou Garden may not be able to change the world, but this is still his most powerful method now. One letter was never opened.
With these methods, he believed that even if he couldn't beat Haidi, he could at least last for a while.
But if all these methods are used, but the current situation of the battle still cannot be changed, what should we do
Before tonight, he hadn't thought about this question. He had the experience of fighting Haidi. On the premise of preparation in advance, he thought that these methods would be enough to defeat the opponent. However, he didn't expect that compared to last year , Haidi became more powerful and terrifying.
His eyes fell on the broken tablet in Haidi's hand.
The change was due to this incident, otherwise Zhi Zhi should have been able to last for a longer period of time just now, enough for him to kill all the strong demons in Snow Valley.
This broken monument should not be a common weapon for Haidi, at least he hadn't seen it on the snowy field last year.
"Even if you have all kinds of means, you will definitely die in my hands tonight."
Haidi stood on the bridge, looked at him indifferently and said, "Who can resist the god in hand?"
Is this the broken monument he was talking about
The green leaf in Zhizhi's hand was smashed into a crack by the broken stele earlier, although it was very small, it still shocked her and Chen Changsheng like never before.
Because Aoba is the world.
A weapon that can fight against a world, and even vaguely destroy the reality and objectiveness of this world, what else can it be if it is not a god
Chen Changsheng naturally recalled a scene from that night in Tianshu Mausoleum.
The green leaves of Uncle Pope floated across the night and came to the Holy Empress Tianhai.
The Holy Empress Tianhai reached out to take something from the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, and threw it at it so unreasonably.
Although the power of the two battles between that night and tonight was very different, they were really similar.
The more he made associations like this, the more familiar Chen Changsheng felt the broken stele in Haidi's hand, and he even felt a kind of kindness.
Could this really be the Heavenly Book Stele that was wandering outside
This seemed to be the only conclusion, but there was still one thing Chen Changsheng couldn't figure out.
If what Haidi is really holding is the Heavenly Book Stele that has disappeared for many years, with his terrifying state, as long as he makes a full-strength attack, he and Zhizhi may not have any ability to resist at all, even now holding the scabbard and preparing to use it. There is no chance of all last resort.
Why didn't Haidi do this? At this time, he was still talking on the bridge, was he afraid of the heavy treasure from the palace, or was he waiting for some change
That's when the change really happened.
The icy flakes floating in the courtyard suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Because of an extremely clear sound of the piano, it occupies every position in the world.
For the demons, the opportunity to kill the human Pope is absolutely not to be missed, even if it costs countless lives.
At this time, Haidi is still more than ten feet away from this historic event that will surely shake the world, and it can be completed within a breath.
Logically speaking, even if Baidi or Shang Xingzhou came personally, they would not be able to stop him, even if he might be killed afterwards.
However, with the clear sound of the piano, Haidi stopped.
The sound of the piano is extremely clear and cold, with a piercing chill, I don't know if it represents the mood of the piano player at this time.
The sound of the piano fell, and the bridge deck was covered with a light layer of frost. Thinking about it now, it must be a little slippery and difficult to walk.
The surface of Haidi's body was also covered with a layer of frost, as if it had become an ice sculpture.
He turned around slowly, with great difficulty.
He looked at the place where the sound of the piano sounded, and extremely complicated emotions welled up in the depths of his green pupils.
It was dazed, it was shock, it was fear.