In the Twin Cities Square, the corpses of friends and foes were everywhere, and the blood and water flowed in the cracks of the bluestone ground, spreading all the way to the stairs outside the square, staining hundreds of steps red, and the grass in the stone crevices was soaked in blood.

On the square, the Dragon Soul team members were distributing healing potions to the surviving Shuangchengmen people, and the high-level people sat with their backs against the wall without any image, watching the disciples who were not seriously injured move the corpses away, and they felt that this battle had been killed.

All the forces that remained in the Twin Cities had escaped less than one in a hundred, and at this point, they were amazed by the Dragon Soul's control martial arts, and Mo Ziyou had already left, but their fierce one-hit killing sword skills made them praise endlessly.

There was a popping sound in the field, and the disciples who cleaned up the scene mended knives on each corpse, so as not to have a lucky survivor, and countless injured disciples sat in the distance, watching the corpses at the scene being moved away, and at the same time, a strong sadness floated in their hearts.

They killed with great pleasure, venting all the hatred that had accumulated in their hearts, and at the same time, they also lost countless brothers and sisters, many of whom had deep friendships and even confidants.

No one left the field due to serious injuries, Wen Yiming, the hero of this battle, chased and killed Qin Guihai and has not returned yet, they are still worried, without Wen Yiming, there would be no victory today, Shuangcheng has long been reduced to the division of property in the hands of others, and the corpses that were removed are them, and everyone is grateful.

The dragon soul and the high-ranking people had already let them go back to their residences to recuperate, but no one left, and they had to see Wen Yiming's return with their own eyes.

"Look, that's Senior Brother Wen!" a disciple leaned against the corner of the wall and looked up at the sky, and suddenly saw the wood spirit piercing the cloud falcon, and shouted happily.

Wen Yiming landed in the ring, his eyes slowly circled, feeling the warm gaze of everyone, raised his hand to take out a small storage bag, and said loudly: "Everyone, the first evil is punished, and the heroic spirits of the two cities should rest in peace!"

After shaking off the storage bag, Qin Guihai's head rolled down to the ring, and in a cheer, he said loudly: "Brothers, go back and rest, the twin cities need you!"

Looking at Wen Yiming, who was like a bloody man in the ring, his entire white hair was dyed red, and everyone slowly retreated with awe and fanatical eyes, leaving only a few disciples who cleaned the scene.

Feng Yi and the others got up and walked over, and after a while they learned about the matter of Boiling Wine Peak, Fan Chen was a little blamed, so that Wen Yiming should not have made so many killings, and Feng Yi was in favor of it, and after a while, he roughly talked about the loss of this battle in the twin cities.

The casualties in Shuangcheng are not lower than those of the enemy forces, and nearly half of the disciples under the sect alone were killed in battle, which is really too big a gap in cultivation, and the number of elder deacons has also decreased sharply, most of them are people that Wen Yiming does not know, only Xu Xingxiu makes him sad.

This is an upright elder, when Qiu and Tao sneak attacked, Xu Xingxiu tried his best to stop it, and he has been on his side afterwards, but after many years, he died at the last moment, which made him feel sorry and sad.

Shu Jianfeng, Shu Jianfan, and Nan Rongming were all seriously injured and had been sent to Linyuan Pavilion for treatment.

The seriously injured Wu Ming and Ji Ning were captured alive, and the other survivor still had a breath of breath, it was Lin Wuru, who was left behind by Amon, saying that maybe the instructor was useful.

Lin Wuru was placed by Amon at the foot of a big tree outside the square, half leaning on it, still breathing, half looking up at the sky, his gaze gradually dissipated.

Wen Yiming didn't expect that this person's vitality was so tenacious, and his chest was pierced by a dragon spear, and he was able to hold on until now, how strong willpower it was.

He didn't find pain in Lin Ruthless's pale face, only relief and memories.

If Lin Wuru's last sword's piercing attack hadn't been defused by him with teleportation, even if he had Xuanwu Inner Armor, he would have suffered a lot of damage.

Xuanwu inner armor is not an absolute defense, in fact, it can only be regarded as a body armor-like protective gear, which can not be penetrated by bullets, but the impact is inevitable, Xuanwu inner armor is the same reason, it seems to be hidden as a cortex, but it is actually invisible and transparent attached to the body surface, and the indestructible characteristics can resist any divine weapon, but the shock impact of the true element is not completely offset, and it can only be reduced in the boundary force defense that comes with the Xuanwu inner armor.

After the battle of Boiling Wine Peak, he better understood the defensive characteristics of the Xuanwu Inner Armor, and the boundary power attached to it was not endless, but it took time to automatically absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to restore the boundary power.

At present, he does not know the amount of energy of its inner force defense, and how long it can hold out needs to be pondered.

For Lin Wuru, he has no bad feelings, the two are meeting and fighting for the first time, not to mention hatred, can only be said to be different positions, from the heart, Wen Yiming recognizes his strength and talent, especially the last sword, and the martial arts that return the sword into the sheath to form a defense, are rare and powerful martial arts, and they can be successfully cultivated without hard work and diligence.

In fact, Wen Yiming didn't hate Lin Wuru at this moment, because there was no resentment and hatred in his eyes, nor nostalgia and reluctance, he was very calmly saying goodbye to time, as if the old man was adapting to nature and aging.

Lin Wuru seemed to feel Wen Yiming standing in front of him, he was still looking at the sky, breathing the air with difficulty, and said in a low voice: "Very, I really want to understand the last three swords, cough cough"

He choked on blood, his pupils began to dilate, he clenched his teeth and looked at Wen Yiming, trying to stabilize his breath, and said, "Thank you, let me comprehend the fourth sword, cough cough"

Wen Yiming frowned slightly, he was the last reluctant to meet this kind of opponent, because this kind of pure martial artist was rare, he squatted down and sprinkled a holy light technique with a small amount of true yuan, although it was not enough to save his life, but it allowed him to talk naturally in the last time, and he was selfish, and he also wanted to know more about the news of the seven sons of the altar.

"You're a pure martial artist!" Wen Yiming frowned and nodded, "At least this moment is!"

Lin Wuru seemed to have relieved the pain, and a look of return flashed in his eyes, "Wen Yiming, how did you see through my voyeuristic technique?"

"I didn't see through what I heard from you last night. Wen Yiming said truthfully.

Lin ruthlessly nodded and smiled, with a look of gratitude, "Thank you for your honesty, but I am still not your opponent, Long Xiuzhu, who has passed through the strongest state of the Holy Demon Pool, is already a seventh-level general, and he will not let you go." ”

Wen Yiming was puzzled, and listened to Lin ruthlessly and said: "Prepare to leave, I die, Longhua and the others will contact Zhou Gang, the holy envoy of Qingyun Castle, he will definitely come, forging body martial arts, martial arts sect cough cough three"

Wen Yiming gritted his teeth, watching Lin Wuru slowly close his eyes, his heart was extremely heavy, although Lin Wuru had not finished speaking, this information was precious enough, forging martial arts Zhou Gang, the third layer of the Martial Sect, no matter in the early or late stages, no one here could compete, plus Xie Wei and Qin Quan, it was difficult.

He believed that Lin Wuru would not lie to him, there was no need.

The bird is dying and its song is also mourning, and the man is dying and its words are good.