Chapter 37: Before Parting (Page 1/1)

Sang Sang exclaimed, hugged Murong Yanzhao's neck, his heart was sweet, and when he looked up again, he saw that the two people who were fighting not far away had used their third move.

Han Xianba abandoned the gun, his hands were in each palm, and he slapped the temples on both sides of Zhao Xuanji, and in the blink of an eye, more than three hundred moves had fallen, and the temples of the first person in the world to use a knife on the opposite side were smashed out of two gurgling and bleeding holes.

Zhao Xuanji's move was half a beat slower, and there was a fist in the waist to gather momentum, and then a punch was handed out, which was clearly the number of punches of Hong Xiguan, the deputy general of the Zhenxi Army, which could shake the supreme fist of Kunlun Tianshan and smashed on Han Xianba's chest, everything seemed impermanent, and the back clothes of the first person in the world with a gun swelled and shattered into pieces of powder.

Finally, the two of them each took three steps back, Han Xianba fell to the ground on his back, with a Taixuan knife inserted in his abdomen, and Zhao Xuanji also fell on his back, but the silver spear that came out of his body hit the ground first and was inserted into the ground, and the first person in the world to use a knife at this moment was like a broken sack and was nailed to the ground.

Han Xianba endured the pain, held the handle of the knife, slowly pulled out the Taixuan Knife, closed his eyes and opened his eyes, exhaled and gathered momentum, slapped the ground with one hand, and his body circled into the air, slashing hard.

Zhao Xuanji leaned back, his feet were rooted in the ground, his body shook, he broke the silver spear, pulled out the silver spear on his chest with both hands, and stabbed it out.

The two fought only a few feet away, and the crystal clear water droplets formed by the mist always hung between the two of them, and the Taixuan knife slashed at the water droplets, and the silver spear pierced into the water droplets, each inserting into the other's chest, and blood flowed sideways.

"Zhao Xuanji, you are not lonely when you go to Huangquan, you can rest assured, when you go underground, I Han Xianba will kill you again!" Han Xianba was crazy and crazy, sad and miserable, and pushed the Taixuan Dao forward.

Zhao Xuanji raised his head and laughed: "So good, so good!"

The two of them let go of their weapons at the same time, and each of them inserted into each other's hearts with lightning speed, disturbing and blowing up each other's strange meridians.

The two peak masters did not care about life and death, ushered in the final self-explosion, precipitation and accumulation of decades of breath vigorously, a black and red two balls of vitality, collided together, began to condense the breath of the two people do not release it, the breath between the surrounding heaven and earth condensed inward, forming a drop of water, at this moment the breath of the two people was released, blowing up the suspended water droplets, and then tearing every small water particle, the fog returned to heaven and earth, the particles in the fog burst and collided, and wherever the fog invaded, they were all destroyed, and the big stone that Murong Yanzhao had once hidden behind touched the fog and shattered into powder, accompanied by a huge roar, like a rolling wave spreading to the surroundings at an extremely fast degree.

Murong Yanzhao, who was holding Sangsang, was able to avoid the impact of the breath, if he took a step slower, or if he hesitated with reservations just now, and did not forcibly break the mirror, he would be like that big stone at this moment, shattered to pieces.

While he was rejoicing, Murong Yanzhao saw a carriage coming from a distance, and the person in the carriage was ...... Zhao Wuji?!?!

Murong Yanzhao forcibly distracted, took a breath, and shouted, "Escape!"

Zhao Wuji turned a deaf ear, and waved the horsewhip in his hand even more urgently, like raindrops falling on the horse's buttocks, and the degree was invisibly three points faster.

Damn, Lao Tzu poured blood mold for eight lifetimes today, and he ran into a fool, Murong Yanzhao shouted: "Sangsang do a good job!

Sang Sang nodded obediently and grabbed Murong Yanzhao's neck, Murong Yanzhao made a force, Sang Sang turned around dexterously, and his body made an arc in the air, from Murong Yanzhao's arms to his back, hugging his young master like an octopus.

Murong Yanzhao, who was without Sangsang in front of him, kept under his feet, rushed with his shoulders heavy, and collided head-on with the galloping horse opposite, with a loud bang, Murong Yanzhao did not move at all, the horse was knocked away, and the carriage also took off, Zhao Wuji forcibly twisted his body in the air, and always kept the posture of rushing forward.

Murong Yanzhao grabbed Zhao Wuji's ankle with one hand and slammed the young man who was about the same age as himself to the ground: "Sangsang, use a special move!"

"Hmm!" Sang Sang jumped down from the young master's back, his face fearless, facing the rolling mist.

When the fog came to the moment, Sang Sang opened his arms, a blood-red phoenix spread its wings from the body and flew, instantly became ten zhang in size, the three people were protected behind him, the fog invaded, encountered the phoenix with wings soaring, constantly tearing and corroding the blood-colored phoenix, Sang Sang's little face was slightly red, when the phoenix became three zhang in size, Sang Sang snorted immaturely, the king of birds, the phoenix Nirvana, the red flamingo became the wind and rose again, recovering ten zhang in length.

"Father!" Zhao Wuji, who fell to the ground, swallowed the blood that poured up, kicked Murong Yanzhao away, and continued to crawl forward.

"Your mother, I don't know what to do!" Murong Yanzhao's ruthless head came up, wrapped around Zhao Wuji's neck, and slammed it back, and he could already hear the crunching of bones.

Zhao Wuji bit Murong Yanzhao's arm, Murong Yanzhao gasped in pain, and immediately became angry, and smashed Zhao Wuji's head with one punch after another: "Lao Tzu let you bite, Lao Tzu let you bite!"

The phoenix that flew out of Sang Sang's body was annihilated and reinstated, like three times, and finally resisted the spread of the fog, Sang Sang was haggard, so tired that he collapsed to the ground, and fell asleep.

Half an hour, wait for the fog to calm down, and the sight returns.

The place where Han Xianba and Zhao Xuanji fought was no longer flat ground, but a big hole in the shape of a loophole, sand and gravel rolled down, at the bottom of the pit, Han Xianba described it as withered, the lower half of his body was missing, and on the other side, Zhao Xuanji's arms were broken, his eyes were blind, and he was lying on his back at the bottom of the pit, which was extremely miserable.

The blood of the two is fused together, and I can't tell if it's yours or mine.

Han Xianba supported the ground with both hands, crawled to the side, and drew a shocking dark red under him, he struggled to cling to the pit wall, reached into his arms, and touched the hairpin, the wind blew, the hairpin was broken into powder, and it was scattered in the wind, and it could not be found again.

The first person in the world to cover his face with his hands with a gun, whining, crying like a child.

Zhao Wuji broke free from Murong Yanzhao's entanglement, crawled to the bottom of the pit with a rolling belt, hugged Zhao Xuanji's body violently, and shouted loudly: "Father, father!"

Zhao Xuanji couldn't hear the sound clearly, he could only feel someone holding him, howling and crying, he trembled, and asked in a voice like a gossamer: "Mowgli?"

"Father, father, it's me, Wuji!" Zhao Wuji wanted to hold his father's hand, but where was his father's hand? He hated it so much, blamed himself, bit his lip, and stopped crying: "Father, I brought my mother, I also brought my mother, and our family is reunited." ”

Zhao Xuanji couldn't hear clearly, but he seemed to understand: "Wuji, don't be sad, I can see you, my father dies without regrets, and you have to live well and live happily, this is what your mother likes to see the most." Father went down to accompany your mother, before parting, accompany your father to recite the Zhao family's knife trick again, right?"

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