At the shoreline ferry in the southeast of Dongsen, Wen Yiming has no way to escape, and the pony also 'succeeds in retreating', and he can only fight back in the petrification of the other party.

As the morning sun rises, the sea shimmers with golden glow, as if it is shedding a wonderful light on the battle, which lasts until the fifth day.

A Burning Sky Seal defense coupled with a rushing dragon spear penetrated, Wen Yiming's true yuan fell to less than one percent again, Wen Yi was scattered hundreds of meters away, and he had long since lost his original majesty, carrying the legendary heavy sword and rushing towards Wen Yiming with a cruel smile.

"Run, little bastard——!"

Wen Wei roared to release the grievances in his heart for five days, he had never experienced such a battle in his life, and he had never thought that someone would be able to force him to this point.

He knew very well that his injuries at the moment had deteriorated to the extreme, and he was not far from collapse, completely relying on an obsession to support.

He also understands that at this moment, his combat power may not be able to take advantage, Wen Yiming's combat power has far exceeded the God of War period, he believes that the other party must have swallowed some anti-heaven elixir, otherwise it is impossible to maintain the state of various increases all the time, and the spear burst out of the artistic conception attack.

With the other party's cultivation breaking through one day at a time, he no longer holds out any hope of living, and he doesn't want to live, but he is confident that he will consume the other party to death before he dies, and the resilience contained in the seven hundred years of forging body cultivation can not be described as terrifying.

Wen Yiming rushed violently, relying on the strong endurance and combat body cultivation of the Dragon Swallowing Beidou, trying to save Zhenyuan's one-shot gun and Wen Defeat's hard regrets, and his unyielding attributes made him shoot with a gun.

Neither of them had the extra True Yuan to cast a powerful attack of the Void Phantom, like a hard-fought attack of an ordinary person with a gun and a sword, flying upside down again and again in a sonorous sound, bleeding from their mouth and nose, and then charging and killing again in tacit understanding.

"Ahaha... Little bastard, Lao Tzu will pull you to Tianwen Palace for burial!"

Wen was like a madman, and his shouting voice in the upside-down flight was almost out of tune, and the thick anger made his tone comparable to that of a eunuch.

Wen Yiming knew very well that Wen Defeat's words were not strong, but that it was really possible.

In the Martial Saint Period against the Extreme God of War, even if the opponent is a cultivator who falls and countless serious injuries are piled up, it is still equivalent to being higher than his own two great realms, and the span of these two great realms is equivalent to a watershed.

If it weren't for the fact that Wen was continuously hit hard before the defeat, a True Yuan big hand could pinch himself to death, and he could support it until the fifth day, and even he felt incredible.

At the same time, he didn't expect that the Tyrannical Mixture, which could last for five days, would really come to use, so after distributing the Elixir to Yu Hong and the others, he didn't have much left.

At this moment, he no longer has a family background, and Du Lingquan has given a lot of dragon souls, and now there is no left.

The only chance that can make him turn the tables is to fuse the last set of gun intent, so that his cultivation can go one step further, and drive the recovery of true yuan and spiritual power.

Three groups of fused artistic conception attacks, he didn't dare to use them, although the lethality was twice as high, but he knew that if he couldn't kill Wen Defeat, the true yuan consumed would be intensified.

He repeated different angles and directions, and performed the last set of artistic conception attacks that he wanted to fuse, in the descent of the true yuan, Wen Yiming was anxious, once the true yuan was exhausted, he could only rely on the hard regret of the flesh, and he would be suppressed by the other party, and with Wen Defeat's crazy state at the moment, he could crush his forging body cultivation in half an hour at most, and then he was waiting to be killed.

At this time, the video studios all over the mainland are like gambling horse farms, the battle has reached a white-hot death bombardment, and the final outcome is not far away, this is a battle of mortal enemies that is very likely to be killed, no matter who survives, it will be difficult to recover in a year and a half, and even damage the foundation.

In Shangguan Zuo's fast-paced commentary, countless people were shouting behind Wen Yiming's scenes.

"Hold on, Wen Yiming... Alas, again, both sides are defeated, and a little faster that shot will have an advantage. ”

", it doesn't hurt to stand and talk, people have persevered for five days beyond the two major watersheds, wow, it's good, I obey this wave of attack, and I have a slight upper hand. ”

"Oh, Wen Yiming is dying, how can this old dog Wen be so able to hold on, you haven't died in five days, Lao Tzu's daily expenses for several months have been consumed, just waiting for you to die!"

"Ahh Is this squeezing potential, hurry up, be strong and hidden, okay! ”

"Don't be in a hurry, slowly accumulate advantages, consume Wen Defeat, Wen Yiming rises... Uh, it's been blown away again,, Xiao Er, come to a bottle of boiled water, Lao Tzu's throat is smoking!"

"Wow, you see, many nearby martial artists at the southeast ferry have already gone directly to the scene to watch the battle, I am really envious. ”

......

At this moment, the southeast ferry of Dongsen was already crowded, standing far away at a high place, surrounded by a large circle of three layers inside and three layers outside, countless martial cultivators had no place to stand in the air, clenching their fists, if they were not afraid of affecting the battle, they would simply want to shout and cheer.

Wen Yiming was already at an absolute disadvantage, Zhenyuan was almost empty, his eyes were blood-red, covered in bloodstains, and the hand holding the dragon spear was trembling slightly, he was about to lose his hand.

At this time, suddenly there was a crying voice, full of concern, sadness and emotion in the tone, and heartache cordiality, which was touching.

"Daddy——! please don't die... Woo..."

"Daddy, Nian'er won't allow you to die, you have to be strong... Woo..."

"Mother is waiting for us, Daddy——!"

Wen Si and Wen Nian held hands tightly with each other, stood beside Yan Ruhua, crying loudly, they begged Yan Ruhua to follow all the way, they didn't close their eyes for a moment for five days, their eyes were bloodshot, they had always insisted on not crying out loud, and prayed silently in their hearts.

However, at this moment, they could no longer hold back their crying.

In their lives, they have only snuggled in Na Aqiu's arms, and the warmth of being loved supports them to wait and look forward to it in Tianwen Palace.

They want to lean on their father's chest again, they want to rely on their mother's arms, and the family is reunited.

"Don't make a sound!"

Sikong Yun looked down worriedly, and Wen Yiming, who was distracted, was slashed out by a sword, and slammed into a huge rock, vomiting blood.

Wen Siwennian had tears on her face, and she raised her little hand to cover her mouth with self-reproach, choking and crying, and she didn't dare to speak again.

Wen Yiming glanced in the direction from which the voice came, and there was a touch of warmth in his heart, and he also had this deep distress.

"Ho ah——!"

In the angry roar, Wen Yiming did not leave the boulder of tens of thousands of catties behind him for half a step, clinging to it, he could no longer be blown away, let Wen Yu gather momentum to charge, he wanted to live, even if he died in the remaining two years that he could not cultivate, he had to take the whole corpse and reunite with the whole family.

"Come on, old dog!"

Seeing Wen Yi charge and slash hard, Wen Yiming gritted his teeth and spilled blood, roaring and killing with a dragon spear.

In the sonorous sound, there was a creaking friction sound, and the boulder behind Wen Yiming was shaken so that the trend visible to the naked eye rubbed against the ground and moved.

Both of them are attacking wildly and roaring, one is not killing the opponent and not turning a blind eye, and the other is trying to live in the pleading and longing of their children, neither of them cares about the injury, gritting their teeth and forcing them to burst out the most primitive ordinary attacks.

(End of chapter)