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It's a scorched corpse that fills the field.

The withered grass and trees have lost their life, and the flames of the day continue here and there.

Gasp.

It's a crowd of people who are fleeing in a fierce battle.

The dead are dead, and those who are still alive need to conserve their strength and accumulate strength for the escape that will continue tomorrow.

"You didn't have to join this fight, I know, you can leave at any time. ”

A gentle male voice, with a hint of hoarseness, perhaps choked on his throat by the smoke of the Mosky Flame, burning his vocal cords.

"I have my reasons, why should you persuade me again?"

Beside the bonfire, Qi Guifu wiped the half-body-wide Falling Sky Dragon, but his words were filled with a hint of excitement:

"What's more, at this time, the great calamity is at hand, and the power of the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts is difficult for the immortals, how can you push out like this. ”

Taking out a pot of liquor again, Mi Guifu gulped down, and suddenly squirted out like a shower, sprinkling the entire blade of the knife, washing away the traces of fire on it.

"Is there any hope?"

The man's voice continued to spit hoarsely:

"Most of the land of Xiwulin has been almost wiped out, and there is not one in ten people within 10,000 miles, no matter how strong it is, it is not his opponent.

Jun Fengqing begs you, take them to the Central Plains, leave this place that is about to be destroyed, and don't let all the people of Xiwulin die!"

Xiwulin has never been a coward, but they all have relatives. Jun Fengqing could see that there were some forces in the Central Plains, and he hoped to send everyone away, and then fight to the death with the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts.

"It doesn't have to be this way, he's not dead yet!"

He is the spiritual sustenance of these exiles.

It's the man who has faced the evil heaven and the martial arts the most, but has lived the longest.

Even though he is still in a coma at the moment, as long as he is alive, hope will not be extinct.

"Have a drink, see how tired you are. I'll go see Luo Yu, if he hasn't woken up yet, the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts will be my own trophy. ”

Looking at this man who came from the Central Plains yesterday and claimed to be a businessman, Jun Fengqing found that his appearance did not match at all. It's like the heroic and invincible Rahu is actually a baby face, but this man with a warm round face shows heroism like a mountain in his heart.

"As long as you live, is there hope?"

Inside the tent, the unconscious Luo Yu had already woken up. Listening to the discussion not far away, he only felt unspeakable bitterness. The people looked at him as hope, but where was his own hope?

He has proven the strength of the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts with his life time and time again, and every time he is defeated, he has to bear the lives of more victims. His shoulders were getting heavier, and his knives were getting harder.

It's just that no matter how rapidly he progresses, he can't break through the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts' incorruptible scale armor after all, and every defeat is like a curse, so he has to carry the hope of more people to continue to move forward.

"Tomorrow, the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial is my prey!"

The figure who walked into the tent seemed to know that Rahu had woken up, and announced his decision on his own.

"Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts, it's mine!"

The silence was followed by more intense sparks, and Rahu even wanted to touch the Jidu knife.

However, he was seriously injured, and before he could touch the Jidu knife, he was pointed at his throat by the Falling Sky Dragon:

"You know in your heart that only by healing your wounds can you continue to resist that demon. ”

Putting away the giant blade in his hand, Mi Gui's tone gradually softened, with a little hoarseness, it was the Moth Sky Evil Fire Incinerated Qi inhaled in the fierce battle that burned his trachea a little.

"Since I dare to come to the West Martial Arts, I have all the preparations, although the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts is strong, it can't really kill me.

I'm here just to find an answer, an answer I've been looking for for a long time: how strong can a single individual be in the world!"

"Even if it costs you your life?"

The flickering fire outside the tent shone on Luo Yu's baby face, and his body was wrapped like a mummy, just because the power of the Evil Heaven Imperial Demon God could scorch all the enemies in front of him.

"I said, he can't kill me. There are so many incredible things in this world, and coming back from the dead is one of them, and you should have faith in me. After all, if I lose too quickly, you don't have enough time to get ready to do it. ”

"What are you going to do, are you going to die, how long can you delay my injuries!"

"Prepare, that thing you haven't been able to make up your mind about!"

That thing!

Which thing?

Of course, with the lives of 100,000 people, the matter of the Blood Cloud Heavenly Pillar was already there.

The powerful Luo Yu heart is like the land of this Western Martial Arts, which seems to be dry, but it has too much affection for life.

This is the characteristic of Xiwulin, an amorous chivalrous man, a proud man, and an infatuated person.

"Remember my words, you are too affectionate, and you are not destined to be a qualified king!"

"Heh, as if we're going to win!"

In the darkness, the two pairs of eyes suddenly looked at each other, and then laughed wildly, and their voices were heard in the wilderness, but they were blown away by the wind between the heavens and the earth, and merged with the chaos and the darkness.

Smiling and laughing, Luo Yu's eyes suddenly flowed with tears, and his heart was crying, even bringing real tears.

"Ahaha!

This time he was hurt more than ever, simply because he didn't want to make that decision. Luo Yu wanted to fight to see if he could win the extraterritorial demon god after fighting for this life.

It's a pity that the results of his desperate efforts were not satisfactory, as evidenced by the scars he was covered in at this time. Even if he created the Heaven Slashing Star Technique, which had an unrivaled attack power, he still couldn't break through the invincible defense of the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts and give him a fatal blow.

Luo Yu was crying, crying about his powerlessness, his heart was crying like a child, but there was only a sad smile on his face.

Luo Yu was laughing, laughing at his pretense of being a master, even if he had the strength to crown the Western Martial Arts, he was still forced to become a lost dog by the Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts.

However, there was crying, laughing, and then there was an unspeakable silence.

A man's gaffe is always only a short moment, and when he cleans up his mood, he is a strong man who bears responsibility and hope again.

"The lie of resurrection, I am willing to believe it!"

After leaving the tent, he heard the murmur behind him, and he didn't refute it.

He tucked the blade behind his back, took out the wine, and drank it again with several of his sworn brothers.

As for not knowing the names of these people yet?

What does it matter!

All the men here need is a jar of spirits, which can be drunk at any time. Especially at this moment of life and death, everyone has put death and life aside, and only wants to have a good time before death, whether it is vigorous or nameless, it makes no difference.

"Come, toast, for we are still alive, and will live happily and happily!"

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