The last touch of sunset in the western sky has melted into the dark twilight, and the surrounding mountains show a blue and white outline, the twilight is getting thicker, and the earth is chaotic. lā

But in the corner of the mountains of the Burning Sky Sect, there are still two figures, sweating tirelessly in the sunset. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whew...... Whew......"

Moliang City took the initiative to attack again and again, and the hook and claw changed several attack methods, sometimes it was straight up and down, sometimes it was horizontal and oblique, and he tried hard to test the most suitable move for himself.

Although the spirit vein is gone, the flexible body skills he has cultivated over the years, and the eyesight to see through the enemy's flaws in an instant, are still preserved as a fighting instinct. Coupled with the five spiritual power light strings wrapped around the front of the hook claw, it can also make up for the lack of his hand strength. In a short period of time, the two were inseparable.

However, as the battle progressed, Moliang City, which had lost the blessing of spiritual power, felt more and more powerless. Large pieces of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his movements were no longer as coherent as before, and after a few more moves, the soles of his feet stumbled, and a huge empty door was exposed in his chest.

Although Luo Dixing did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but when his strength reached this point, he naturally knew very well whether he was winning or losing, whether it was deliberate tolerance or futile comfort, it was meaningless.

"Otherwise, let's take a break. Luo Dixing took the initiative to propose, "Your body is just right, do you want to lie back down again if you force yourself so much?"

Mo Liangcheng's eyes were fierce: "No! Come again!" Another claw snapped down in the roar.

As soon as he entered the battle arena, he seemed to have transformed into a beast, and he no longer had the gentleness he had had been a moment ago. With every unsparing claw strike, he was also unleashing his hatred.

The hatred for himself that has fallen to such a weak level, if it was him before, I am afraid that one finger can put down the current self.

Hatred desperate to get back to the top. It seems that as long as he does his best now, he can make up for the gap like that day, and he is still the strongest first-day talent. But because I clearly know that I will never have that title again in my life, this hatred is even stronger.

There is not much hatred left in life. He had no time to waste, and every day that followed was a countdown to death for him, in which case everything should have accelerated as if it had been tightened on clockwork. After all, he has long had no way out.

In the end, Moliang City's attack was completely out of order, he was just rushing and grabbing, and sometimes before the enemy could make a move, he would first lose his footing and fall to the ground crookedly. But almost as soon as he fell, he would get back up again, and the attacks he would send out were correspondingly more frenzied.

I've been looking forward to fighting you, but, definitely not like this......

Luo Dixing threw Moliang City to the sand again and again, but his heart did not have the joy of defeating an old enemy at all, but was full of sadness and powerlessness.

After so many battles, this one is the most painful.

The person in front of him who could be put down by one move, the one who was him and not him, where did the peak that he could not surmount go? Where did the one who used to be always at ease in battle and be able to talk and laugh with his opponent go? Is it really gone? Is it really impossible to find it again?

However, no matter what his strength becomes, he is still Moliang City, his most important friend!

Finally, Mo Liangcheng used up the last bit of strength, fell to the sand and sweated profusely, unable to get up again. Luo Dixing didn't say anything, gently helped him up, and took him to sit on the side of the hill to rest.

This is the gap between the two now. In the same battle, Moliang City was close to prostration, but it was just like a warm-up exercise for himself. The brutal truth is in front of them, and they can't admit it if they want to.

After helping Mo Liangcheng to sit firmly, Luo Dixing took the water that had been prepared a long time ago, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and handed it to him. Mo Liangcheng also took it as usual. But although he made this "catch" action, the water bottle leaked directly out of the wide gap between the hook and claw, and smashed on the ground with a "pop", spreading a wet stain on the sand.

Mo Liangcheng stared at the water bottle at his feet, stunned. So that's the truth, even if each of them desperately tries to pretend to be the same as before, but everything is still different after all. When they forget themselves, reality reminds them anytime and anywhere.

"It's okay, I'll go get it again. Luo Dixing was worried that Mo Liangcheng would be cranky, and after taking the initiative to comfort him, he brought another bottle as quickly as possible. This time, he didn't hand it to him directly, and after hesitating for a moment, he directly sent the bottle mouth to Mo Liangcheng's mouth, and at the same time turned his gaze in another direction in embarrassment.

Mo Liangcheng drank half a bottle in one go, and his face only improved slightly. With a long exhale, he whispered, "Let me try again." ”

In this way, Luo Dixing held the mouth of the bottle with one hand, and Mo Liangcheng also adjusted the hook and claw to several angles, and finally succeeded in holding the bottle. But as soon as Luo Dixing let go, the hook seemed to be completely unable to withstand the force, and the bottle slid down again, and was cut to pieces by the sharp hook claw, splashing them all over.

Once again, the water bottle slammed limply on the ground, like a wordless taunt.

"It seems that what I should be practicing now is not fighting, but how to hold a water bottle. Mo Liangcheng had already pierced the bottle with his hook and claw, skewering it to the tip of the knife and lifting it, while whispering a self-deprecating whisper.

“…… Don't be in such a hurry, it's always good to practice more. Luo Dixing felt that his words were really not comforting at all, "No one is born to hold a water bottle. ”

"yes, then I still have to practice how to hold chopsticks. Mo Liangcheng's voice was very faint, and he couldn't hear his true emotions, "I don't want others to feed me." Well, though, it's a lot more difficult. ”

Luo Dixing couldn't go on anymore. Hanging his head and staring at his toes, the tide of pain engulfed him once more.

I really don't want to see him like this anymore...... How can I find the powerhouse of the Nirvana Realm! As long as I can save him, let me do anything......

The answer to that question is now available.

That's not enough, the name of a friend is not enough...... What he really wants is for him to live with him!

"...... you" Mo Liangcheng's gaze was still fixed in the distance, but his voice came over sentence by sentence: "Can you not look at me with that kind of look?"

"I know it's rude for me to make such a request, I'm not even a first-day genius now, and I didn't care about that false name before. However, I just can't stand the nervous and pitying eyes of others, as if I will die in the next moment! I still have a little bit of pride, I don't want others to think of me, the only impression is that this person is pitiful, the young is crippled, the young is going to die, I ......"

"I didn't have pity on you!" Luo Dixing stood up excitedly, "I'm just ......"

What's it? just worried about you? just want you to live? what's the difference between that and pity?

Luo Dixing thought hard for a long time, but still couldn't find a suitable word, and finally he suddenly became angry and turned his head angrily into the distance. Mo Liangcheng seemed to want to pull him for a moment, raised his arm, but saw the hideous hook claw, and finally lowered his hand stupidly. And Luo Di Xing was sulking alone, so naturally he didn't notice it.

"Last time...... I'm sorry. After a long while, Mo Liangcheng suddenly whispered again. This refers to the fact that he lost control of his emotions after seeing Ye Shuo and scratched him frantically.

Luo Dixing's gaze suddenly froze. He turned his head to look at him with difficulty, and his mocking tone was still difficult to hide his sadness: "I can't imagine that these three words will come out of your mouth? ”

Really...... I'm not happy at all about your apology in this state......

Before the conversation between the two could continue, an extremely strong spiritual power fluctuation suddenly rose into the sky, and even the clouds in the sky were swept away by a gap. The energy between heaven and earth was frantically gathering at this time, and a majestic aura like an awakened dragon was becoming more and more intense. And the source of all this points to the most luxurious hall in the middle of the Burning Heaven Sect......

Void Extreme, he finally managed to break through to the Qi Gathering Level!

With the help of years of accumulation and the supply of resources from the Luo family, he finally broke through this watershed for spiritual cultivators!