The picture of Zhou Fei unswervingly embracing Ling Zhaoyan fell into the eyes of the coalition soldiers in the distance, and some of them were moved by Zhou Fei's behavior.

Don army battalion.

Meng Zhulu looked at this scene, and his thoughts immediately returned to decades ago.

At that time, he, Zhou Ding, and His Majesty all fell in love with a woman at the same time.

That woman was the Pavilion Master of the Star Palace Pavilion.

The first to quit was Meng Zhulu.

He always put dignity and humility in his heart, and when he learned that His Majesty also liked that woman, he immediately did what a courtier should do.

Quietly withdrew, and began to secretly help His Majesty.

It's a pity that the two of them joined forces and couldn't make that woman like His Majesty.

She finally chose Zhou Ding.

That is also the ultimate reason for the rift in the relationship between Zhou Ding and His Majesty.

Although His Majesty has not done anything to Zhou Ding for the sake of the overall situation, but the two of them can't go back to the past after all, and His Majesty's trust has gradually transferred to Meng Zhulu's body, although Zhou Ding is a general, but no matter what he does, someone will impeach, plus he has cultivated a first waste material in Chang'an, which makes His Majesty extremely annoyed.

That woman's son actually made Zhou Ding grow into a waste material.

This also directly led to the imbalance of His Majesty's mentality and attack Zhou Ding.

Although His Majesty regretted it after that thing was done, there is no regret medicine in this world that can be sold.

Meng Zhulu remembered that at that time, His Majesty once asked Zhou Ding that if he refused to leave that woman, he would die, and how would Zhou Ding choose.

Zhou Ding's choice is the same as Zhou Fei's choice at this moment.

Live together, die together.

"Worthy of your son. Meng Zhulu muttered: "Your temperament is as strong as you, maybe the end will be the same as you." ”

In the southeast corner of the camp of the State of Qi, there is a special group.

They are disciples from Shushan.

And the painting of the holy deity Liu Jianbai is also here.

Zhou Fei had shot five arrows before, but none of them were aimed at him.

Purely in terms of strength, Liu Jianbai is one of the few top masters on the scene, and even Wu You Fengjian Che has to be ranked behind him, he is fully qualified to get a Zhou Fei's arrow.

But Zhou Fei didn't shoot him.

Liu Jianbai naturally knew that Zhou Fei was not among the targets, but knowing it was one thing, and whether he could accept it was another.

From the bottom of his heart, Liu Jianbai is completely unacceptable.

He felt slighted.

However, Liu Jianbai has been painting and writing for many years, and his heart has long been trained, although he is a little unhappy in his heart, but he can't see it at all on the surface.

He was still thinking about whether to do something for a while, or the coalition forces would probably forget about him, the painting saint.

However, the next few shots after Ziwei Zun was on the throne, it was considered to have completely robbed the limelight, and no one would be able to surpass Ziwei Zun in momentum.

So Liu Jianbai also gave up his shot.

He didn't want to be a foil for Ziweizun.

But what Liu Jianbai never expected was that he originally thought that no one could take away the demeanor of Ziwei Zun, so Zhou Fei slapped him with practical actions.

"It turns out that my mind is still so impetuous. Liu Jianbai said: "I have been observing the coffin diagram of Kowloon for many years, but I still haven't seen through it, and I am ashamed." ”

The Shushan disciples standing behind him were all a little surprised when they heard the teacher say this, and they cautiously exchanged glances one by one, but they didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Phil. Liu Jianbai turned around and called softly.

Song Fei, a painting idiot, stepped forward and saluted: "What does the teacher command?"

"In the next battle, our book mountain will not be involved. You take the other juniors and sisters to treat the injuries of the soldiers of the Qi Kingdom, this is the only thing we can do in Shushan. Liu Jianbai said lightly.

Song Fei bowed: "The disciple obeys." ”

The second disciple Lin Jiannan was a little puzzled and asked, "Teacher, why?"

Liu Jianbai said: "There is no need for that. ”

"But I haven't been involved in the battle since the beginning. When the war ended, the disciples feared that they would fall into disposition. Lin Jiannan said.

"Handle?" Liu Jianbai said, "Do you mean that the temple side will accuse us of Shushan?"

"The disciple didn't dare. Lin Jianan immediately lowered his head and bent his waist.

Liu Jianbai looked at Shen Yuan and said lightly: "If he really has the ability to cover the sky with one hand, how can he let us all come to the grassland." It's just a show, and I don't want to be a supporting role for him. ”

Lin Jiannan didn't dare to say more, and his eyes were fixed on his toes.

Liu Jianbai looked at his second disciple and said with emotion: "Compared to Fei'er, you are still a line behind after all. ”

Lin Jianan's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, but because he bowed his head, he was not seen by others.

"Disciple, I'm ashamed. ”

......

Yan Guo Daying, a corner.

Many female disciples of the Ding Sword Pavilion gathered here.

At this moment, they have cried together, and among them, Miao Meow cries the loudest, making people feel like they will cry and faint at any time.

Even Heng Lingdong, who had always been very cold, had returned to his former softness in his eyes.

"Senior Sister Lingdong, I don't want to fight with Senior Sister Zhaoyan. Even if she can beat me, she can't do it, she's so miserable. Miao Meow choked up.

The other sisters also nodded in unison.

"Yes, Senior Sister Lingdong, Zhaoyan is too miserable. She was on the verge of being tortured to death by Ziwei Venerable, and I had never seen a person who could be transparent like this. ”

"Let's go. ”

"I really don't want to stay here for a moment, the demon king can come if he likes to come, and he can come if he loves to come in winter. ”

"As soon as I saw Zhaoyan's side suffering, my heart hurt, how did it become like this. ”

Heng Lingdong rubbed her temples, she didn't expect things to come to this point.

Not many people can think of it, to be exact.

Ziweizun, who has never made a move in front of the public, is so fierce as soon as she makes a move, it is impossible to help but bow down.

Zhaoyan's elimination is already a sure thing.

Unless the Demon King himself appeared to protect the woman, there was no chance that Ling Zhaoyan would survive.

"Zhaoyan, Zhaoyan, you really made me ...... What should I do, can you teach me?"

......

The moment Zhou Fei hugged Ling Zhaoyan, the soul-burning pain appeared again, and it was even more intense than the previous two times.

The Heavenly Dao Secret Record in his body was immediately and automatically activated, forming a small barrier in Zhou Fei's body, protecting his heart.

In addition, the demonic power left by the great demon Wen Liu was also automatically activated, starting from that terrifying external force confrontation.

But under this flame that can incinerate everything in the world, the Heavenly Dao Secret Record and the demonic power did not last long.

They began to rout, and began to burrow into Zhou Fei's sea of qi.

However, Flame would not let these two go so easily, after all, it still brought some trouble to Flame just now.

So the flames came in front of Zhou Fei's sea of qi, and after waiting for a while, they split into countless small fireballs, which drilled into Zhou Fei's sea of qi.

Zhou Fei himself immediately felt a sharp pain that was enough to tear his soul apart, and he couldn't help howling loudly anymore.

When Ling Zhaoyan heard this scream, his first reaction was to push Zhou Fei away from his body.

But Zhou Fei, who was out of control, still had a lot of strength, hugging Ling Zhaoyan tightly, no matter how the latter pushed and shoved, it was useless.

"Zhou Fei, let go of me, you will die. Ling Zhaoyan said crying.

Zhou Fei couldn't hear Ling Zhaoyan's words clearly, there was only one voice in his brain, and that was pain.

Seeing Zhou Fei hear this, Ling Zhaoyan was also ruthless.

She wants to help Zhou Fei get rid of this kind of torture.

When Ling Zhaoyan had the idea of resisting, a mysterious incident occurred.

Her body was actually returning to normal.

Ling Zhaoyan, who was already transparent to the point of almost disappearing, was "materializing" little by little.

Immediately after that, an incomparably strong cold aura was released from her body, like a cold wind blowing for thousands of years on the Extreme Northern Wasteland, and began to confront the burning of Ziwei Zun.

At first, the cold air could not resist the burning, but as time passed, the cold air became more and more powerful, and the territory that the scorching snatched was slowly eaten away by it.

At the same time, the cold air also entered Zhou Fei's body.

Zhou Fei almost screamed out comfortably.

He had never been so comfortable in his life as he was now.

But the refreshing feeling only lasted less than five minutes, and soon Zhou Fei's experience changed from extreme heat to extreme cold.

Cold into the bone marrow, cold into the soul.

The attack method of both breaths is the same, that is, to attack the soul of the person.

Although Zhou Fei wasn't sure if he had a soul or not, the only feeling he had now was that his soul was frozen.

Under the alternating attack of hot and cold, Zhou Feiwa vomited blood, followed by people who also flew out, and fell to the grass a few feet away, almost fainting.