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At this moment, Kunwu is extremely quiet.

Everyone's face was full of incomprehension: why is it? How can it be? What does Xiahou Yu think in his heart? How can one be worried against another?

This is a situation that has never been seen in the left three thousand small meetings, and it can also be said to be a rare scene in the entire nineteen continents.

In the same sea of clouds square, three people with the same face.

A sorrowful man stood in the square below, looking up at the two "himself" above, and the "sorrowful" in his uniform also saw the sorrowful man on the opposite side who was carrying the wind and thunder wings of the emperor's river, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

Xiahou Yu stood below, and no one could understand his expression.

Many, many years later, the almost omniscient Zhilinsu recalled this scene now, and felt only a hint that bordered on fate.

The more powerful you are, the harder you are to meet your opponents.

In the future future, she is so strong that she is almost lonely.

The loneliest battle is nothing more than that you are the only opponent in this world.

Convenient......

One so moment.

Today's Zhilinsuo, naturally, can't think of so much.

It's just that when he saw this scene, his eyes were already shining, and he quickly recorded something on the mother book of "Yirentai Codex".

There was a long silence in the field.

Many people still can't believe their eyes, but after the shock, they look at their companions around each other, and just by seeing their expressions, they know that everything is not an illusion!

Xiahou Yu's phantom body is sorrowful!

"How is this possible?"

"Oh my God, how do you decide to win or lose?"

"I smell something different......

"What is the truth of this non-causal gate?"

"This small meeting is really not in vain, it took fifty spirit stones to teleport over, it's really worth it!"

"Are there going to be a fight?"

……

After the first discussion, everyone quickly became excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

On the Yunhai Square, there was a sudden hustle and bustle.

Even when I was worried about myself, I didn't expect it in my heart.

She knew very well that her phantom body was her future, but what was the origin of Xiahou Yu's phantom body?

Obsession?

Demons?

Or something else?

……

On the other side, the monks of the Demon Sealing Sword Sect also turned their heads and ears, but most of them frowned.

"Is there a mistake?"

"What is Senior Brother Xiahou doing?"

"His phantom body fought in his place, and he actually chose Master Yashan, it's a shame for us!"

"yes, what's going on......"

……

Xiahou Yu is a strange existence in the Demon Sealing Sword Sect, with a gloomy personality and is not pleasing.

There may be people who respect him, maybe there are people who fear him, but no one will ever really like him.

Now that he came out of his phantasmary body, everyone immediately talked about it.

Anyway, he is also the most promising genius monk sent by the Demon Sealing Sword Sect this year, and his phantom body is actually his opponent?

What a shame?

Even if he wins, who would think that this is entirely the credit of Xiahou Yu?

At the moment when Xiahou pardoned the phantom body appeared, there was no suspense about the true outcome of this battle.

It doesn't matter at all who gets on the stage!

The important thing is that in the end, there is only one real winner.

Three sorrows appear at the same time, this scene is strange and wonderful.

Next, there will be an unprecedented "battle between sorrow and sorrow", everyone is curious, everyone is looking forward to it!

A dark red robe completely covered his thin body inside, and it was tightly sealed.

A crimson mark of blood on the center of his eyebrows, as if he was about to drip blood, with a suffocating depression.

Xiahou Yu, who was standing in place, had no expression on his face, and there were many discussions, he seemed to have heard everything, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

In my mind, only the scenes inside the door of cause and effect emerge one by one......

Mood fluttering.

The other "sorrowful" sat upright, his eyes ruthless and senseless.

Xiahou Yu's gaze, vaguely obscure, fell on the six-foot ancient sword she pressed in her left hand.

The red mark that extended from the tip of the sword, like a thorn, penetrated deeply into his eyes and eyebrows, and suddenly became in sharp pain, making him clench his fist tightly in his sleeve before he could endure this almost heart-rending pain!

Yashan, a glimmer of sky!

"A ...... in the Sky"

It was the first time I saw it, and Xiahou pardoned the murmur in his mouth.

The moment he noticed the change in his gaze, he also remembered his sorrow, but the next moment, he didn't have the heart to think about what kind of mystery was hidden in it.

The "sorrow" on the throne of white bones looked at the "sorrow" on the opposite side for a long time, and his eyes fell on the wind and thunder wings of the emperor river surrounded by the golden light of the electric snake, and finally showed a little interested expression.

She got up from her seat in a rare way, stepping on nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine skeletons.

So, a majestic gown, in front of everyone, showed the whole picture: on the pure black robe, the crimson embroidery thread was like blood, embroidering demons, dragons, and skeletons one by one......

One hand is a hideous ghost axe, awe-inspiring evil spirit, and the other hand is a simple long sword, which is majestic and upright.

The almost contradictory temperament all converges on her.

No one knows whether she is good or evil, and no one can predict what kind of existence she is.

The gaze from the "future" seemed to be full of danger, so that the sorrow of the wind and thunder wings of the emperor river was perceived in an instant.

With a flap of her wings, she was lightning closer!

A terrifying power swept over at once.

Thunder and lightning spread all over her body, and the hurricane enveloped her.

Her choice turned out to be a preemptive strike!

"Boom!"

Nine days of thunder, panic landing.

Above the thick lightning, with one terrifying sphere after another, wrapped in a terrifying power, it fell from the sky.

Wings of wind and thunder, flap your wings!

The thunder shook, and it followed the trajectory drawn by the wind and thunder wings, and rushed towards the sorrow wearing the twelve crowns!

Too fast, too close!

In the blink of an eye, they are already facing each other, close at hand!

A pair of cold and cold, a pair of ruthless and majestic.

Just for a moment, the lightning flashed.

The sorrow of the "future", the eyes flashed with such a point, and it was worn out with one hand at this time when it was not allowed to be released!

The white palm, under the sun, can clearly see the cyan blood veins winding on it, put it on a normal day, it is bound to be a pleasing thing, but at this moment, it is terrifying to pass through these countless thunderbolts, and it is almost perverted calmly.

Crackle!

The thunder and lightning with an almost destructive aura smashed down on it in an instant, and it couldn't damage her flesh and skin!

As Xiahou pardoned the sorrow of the phantom body, his pupils suddenly shrank sharply, but it was too late to hide.

The huge Emperor River Wind and Thunder Wings are still wrapped in majestic might, but at this moment, they are fiercely held down by these seemingly ordinary five fingers!

The gon is full of power and might.

Between the eyebrows and eyes of the future sorrow, there is a bit of evil spirit, a bit of immortal energy, and when looking at this emperor river wind and thunder wings, there is a little admiration hidden in the bottom of his eyes.

Time, as if standing still.

The touch under his hand was so real, as if the Wind and Thunder Wing, which was completely made with the help of Dao Seal's condensed spiritual power, was real.

Little by little, she looked at it carefully, and in her originally plain eyes, an extremely obscure vicissitudes suddenly appeared, and ......

Miss!

Carrying the sorrow of the wind and thunder wings of the emperor, he couldn't understand such eyes, and even had a moment of confusion.

It's just that the next moment, a sense of crisis has hit my heart!

The gaze from the future never moved to her, just looked at this wing, and then her lips hooked slightly, but her voice was extremely indifferent, as if she had no emotion at all.

"How nice would it be if it were always the Wings of the Emperor?"

Sigh.

On the entire square, everyone, including those who saw sorrow, was stunned: What do you mean by this?

But in the next moment, the question disappeared from everyone's minds, and there was no time to think—

Because......

Just at the moment when these words came out, the "Seeing Sorrow" with a crown on his head and wearing a gown had already stretched out his other hand calmly, grabbed the fast huge wings of the wind and thunder, and tore it both sides!

Shhh

In the midst of the brilliant golden light and thunder and lightning, a shower of brilliant blood spread!

The huge Emperor River Wind and Thunder Wing was actually torn apart into two pieces under this tear!

Tear off the wings of the ancient gods with your bare hands!

The woman standing in mid-air, her hands stained with blood, but the expression on her face did not change at all.

The electric snake explodes, and the golden light shatters!

But it's not over yet......

"You'll have a better ......"

An almost murmuring whisper came from the mouth of the future sorrow.

She tugged at the wings of the Emperor River with both hands, and did not let go, but continued to go down after tearing her hands!

Aghast!

The pain of tearing suddenly spreads!

The expression of pain that was struggling and almost hideous appeared on the worried face of Xiahou's phantom body.

She tilted her head in excruciation, and opened her mouth wide, as if she wanted to cry out because of the torn pain, but ......

No sound!

What a majestic power?

No matter how strong the protective light is, it is difficult to resist!

The skin was torn, the flesh and blood were splashed, and even the bones that were buried deep in the body, carved by the black wind, were broken in this instant!

Rip the wings!

Tear the shell!

Tear in half!

It was snow-white skin, red blood, and white bones!

This moment......

The picture is silent.

The square was silent.

All the sounds disappeared, and even the sound of the wind froze for this almost terrifying scene.

The cruel and indifferent nun has the exact same face as her opponent, but with her seemingly ordinary hands, she tears her wings alive and ......

Tear open the flesh and blood!

Disheveled!

The rain of blood is scattered!

Blood splattered on the imposing gown, on her transparent and round nails, and on her unemotional eyes......

A "sorrowful", under the gaze of a sorrowful person, tore apart a "self" with his bare hands, without mercy!

She straightened her back and stood in mid-air, standing in the very center of Kungo, in the eyes of everyone who was almost screaming in horror......

Aloof.

Ruthless.

Glamorous.

The twelve on the crown shook slightly, the blood-embroidered black robe was like a yellow robe, and the expression between her eyebrows did not fluctuate, she was indifferent, like a tyrant!

The people of Fudao Mountain were speechless, the real people of Hengxu were speechless, and all the elders and disciples up and down Yashan Kunwu were also speechless.

Even the sorrowful opponent Xiahou Yu was shocked at this moment......

Who else can fight with you?

The blood in the sky quickly disappeared.

The body that was transformed from the six non-causal doors was originally generated by rules and gathering aura, and after being completely torn apart, it finally collapsed, turned into chaotic aura, and returned to the heaven and earth.

Thus, the third sorrow seemed to have never existed, as if the bloody and brutal killing did not exist.

Seeing sorrow standing on the square, he didn't move a step.

It's like everyone is looking at the "she" in the sky, and it's hard to take their eyes off it, even if it's herself, it's hard to restrain it.

Kunwu in the here and now, there is only silence all over the ground.

A cold wind blew from high in the sky, scattering the floating clouds, all of which turned into ethereal mist, shuttling through the crowd, leaving only -

Cold!

On his back, he was soaked in sweat for some time.

The outcome has been decided, but no one could have imagined that it would be in such a cruel and cold-blooded way......

The tyrant saw that he was sorrowful, and in the midst of the wind, he turned around.

"She" saw the sorrow, and the sorrow also saw "her".

In her gaze, there is no rippling waves, as if she has seen all the vicissitudes of this world, fading the glitz over and over again, leaving only the almost simple calm of the deep sea.

The right hand, which had been stained with blood, slowly stretched out towards the sorrow......

Far away, it seems that you can touch it as soon as you stretch out your hand.

Correct?

Evil?

The sorrow at this moment is not clear.

There was only an unspeakable longing, almost frenziedly, rising from the bottom of her heart.

She couldn't restrain herself, and she didn't want to!

At the moment when the future sorrow stretched out her hand, she also stretched out her hand.

It was the same two hands, as if they had broken through the barriers of time and space, intersected the present and the future, and touched each other gently......

I can't feel the existence of the other party.

Fingertips opposite fingertips, all she touched was a piece of pure power, and the future self was a piece of nothingness.

But at this moment, the bloody and ruthless tyrant raised his head and showed her a very faint smile, almost without ......

"Hula......"

There was a strong wind blowing.

The originally condensed phantom body suddenly turned into a phantom again, and it seemed that even the power of the wind was difficult to stop, and it was like dust and smoke for a while, and all of them dispersed.

On the square, in full view of everyone, only one person remained, lonely with his hand stretched out, touching a non-existent sky......

No one can read the expression of sorrow at this moment, just as no one can read the words left by the illusion of sorrow......

She didn't seem to feel anyone's frightened or angry gazes, she just looked at the sky in front of her almost obsessively.

Low sky.

She stood closest to the sky, staring at the unobstructed blue, as if this stretch of hand touched the sky.

An unprecedented strong longing, at this moment, quickly took root and grew wildly!

That's the future of her, the future of sorrow!

Heartbreakingly powerful......

She stood higher and higher, looking down at her former "self......

And higher up, there will be more beautiful scenery.

There has never been such a moment, she longs for herself to be stronger, to climb, to climb that step by step, to see, that scene by scene......

When, when can you rival the heroes of the world, climb to the top, and see that all the mountains are small?