Guns and swords intersect, sonorous and roaring.

Wen Yu always had the upper hand, and swept one sword after another, blasting Wen Yiming and the boulder backwards step by step.

Wen Siwen Nian suddenly bent his knees towards Yanru Hua, and was pulled by the latter, with a melancholy and kind look in his eyes that was quite complicated.

"Please, save my daddy!"

The two brothers and sisters burst into tears, Sikong Yun turned his face to the side, and sighed secretly, many people could hear this choked cry of pleading, all of them were gloomy.

Yan Ruhua closed her eyes slightly, and then whispered everyone's hearts: "Child, this is already a battle that no one can interfere in, believe in your father, he will definitely stand to the end." ”

Countless people sighed secretly, everyone knew that Wen Yiming was about to die in battle, and only the guardian god of war could come forward to stop this protracted life-and-death battle, but no one thought that there was such a possibility, and even the Tianwen Palace was destroyed in the cross-domain war, let alone at this moment.

Just when Yan Ruhua's heart was anxious, the surrounding crowd suddenly exclaimed.

"Breakthrough, breakthrough again!"

The exclamations of the crowd made a flash of surprise in Yan Ruhua's eyes, hugged the two children tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Child, look, you gave Daddy hope, and he stood up again." ”

Below the middle of the field, Wen Yiming leaned on the constantly retreating boulder and finally fused the last set of artistic conceptions in a single shot, and instantly entered the sixth layer of the Martial Saint, and the true yuan and spiritual power were restored to the seventh layer again.

Wen Yiming's figure suddenly froze, his eyes showed deep unwillingness, he knew that there was no chance to kill Wen Yiming, because he had reached the point where he had run out of oil and dried up, this time the injury was too serious, the viscera was full of blood, all the meridians seemed to be as uncomfortable as Nirvana, and the true yuan was no longer recovered.

Wen Yiming Zhenyuan recovered, and the unyielding attribute of the dragon lance disappeared automatically, and he looked forward to this moment for a long time, and without hesitation, a mountain and river seal came out.

In the escape, this was the first attack-led Six Divine Seals, and the majestic phantom rose up, condensed to a radius of 100 meters, with a vertigo absolute lock, shocked down.

'Boom——! ’

There was not a trace of dust on the ground, and it collapsed out of thin air and sank deeply.

Fifty and a half percent of the consumption made Wen Yiming's dragon lance unyielding attribute activate again, and he had already sensed that Wen Yiming was falling into the deep pit of the handprint.

He didn't have the slightest idea of saving the true yuan, and directly teleported out.

The anti-dragon spear stood on the edge of the deep pit of the handprint, he looked at the tragic situation of Wen Zhi's limbs and broken limbs, and sighed extremely at the tenacious vitality of the god of war in the late stage of the limit, in this situation, the mountain and river seal still did not die with a single blow.

He couldn't give birth to the slightest joy in his heart, no matter whether it was a natural disaster against Tianwen Palace, or he and Wen were defeated, no one won.

There is an ending called lose-lose!

He survived, and he was able to kill Wen Defeat with his own hands, an existence that he had been thinking about day and night, and he was finally about to die with unwillingness and humiliation, but he knew that after today's Tyrannical Mixture, he was not far from death.

His injuries were no lighter than Wen Defeat, his viscera were all wrapped in bruises in the displacement, and even his breathing hurt into the bone marrow, although his muscles and bones were connected, he gradually relaxed at this time, and he actually felt a kind of soreness and fatigue that he couldn't hold the dragon lance.

Five days and five nights of attrition, fighting to the death, just to survive and see his wife and children again, he was highly concentrated in concentration all the time, and did not dare to relax at all.

Calculate the opponent's teleportation time limit and firmly control the timing of the interruption of the finger wind; Distracted by calculating the time limit for the arrival of his teleportation, constantly adjusting the best escape route in the straight line detection; Countless times when Qiang Yin came, he was in control and did not release, just hoping to be able to use it on the blade at a critical moment...

For five days and five nights, he was emaciated, and at this moment he seemed to see the dawn of the east, and the faces of his family seemed to emerge in the dawn of victory, as if calling his name.

He raised the dragon spear with difficulty, Zhenyuan passed quickly, he used all his strength, and shot Wen Yu into Wen Yu's throat, and the sound of coughing up blood and laughing came to an abrupt end.

A generation of extreme war gods who have controlled Tianwen Palace for more than 700 years ended up like this, and this moment was quiet.

Wen Yiming's vision was blurring, looking at Wen Siwen as if he was coming into the air with the help of Yan Ruhua.

He pestled the dragon spear, he couldn't feel the existence of the meridians, the true yuan was no longer restored, and there was still vitality.

The faces of the two children he thought about were getting closer and closer, but he couldn't see clearly, grinning unconsciously, and a large mouthful of black blood gushing out of his mouth.

The anti-dizziness of the Suzaku cloak supported the last trace of consciousness that he relaxed, and he felt tired, and he kept calculating the defeat for five days, and even perceiving the other party's emotions, dividing the other party's thinking, and calculating others while also calculating himself.

His black hair turned gray at a rate visible to the naked eye, and he felt the two children pounce on his arms, whimpering and calling out to himself.

But he was knocked headlong to the ground, and he couldn't get up again with his dragon spear in his hand.

He gave up the fight, so tired...

Where there is a video studio on the entire continent, it was quiet at this moment, and looking at Wen Yiming, who slowly fell in the picture, countless people felt melancholy.

Is this a victory?

In the video, Yan Ruhua and Sikong Yun took Wen Yiming away, accompanied by several masters of the Heavenly Machine Alliance, and no one dared to stop them along the way.

The crystal screen went black one after another, and everyone stood silently.

They watched the game live for five days, and there was not a moment when they were not excited, not expecting a miracle to happen.

They don't care about Wen Yiming's life or death, they just hope that this can't become a reality, which is a psychology that wants to witness the miracle of this era.

Wen Yiming stood at the end, but everyone knew that at the moment of killing Wen Yiming, Wen Yiming had lost all support, and he just turned around when he relaxed, his long hair was all white, and his face was gray, and it was difficult to say whether he could survive.

"Alas!"

Yao Chong let out a long sigh and left the gradually deserted video studio with a few disciples.

In Mingyang City in the south, countless people who knew Wen Yiming shook their heads and regretted.

In the Western Regions Light and Dark City, Ling Yaohe and the others accompanied the ancestor back to the Alchemy Guild, with a heavy face.

Lion Tiger Fort in Northern Xinjiang, countless people have been strangled by it, natural disasters have been supporting Sanguan since they even rose, all resources are taken care of, and they sometimes sponsor Mu Lingshuo, they are sympathetic from the heart.

In Sanguan Town, most of them, including the Dragon Soul, had already woken up, and Mu Xingyu, the commander of Sanguan, personally sent them back to Roaring Island.

And the fifth autumn girl was accompanied by Ming Wuxin two days ago and went to the Dongsen Creative Art Pavilion.

In the Holy Demon Temple, where I don't know where it sits, a faint and flickering back figure stands high, and there are more than a dozen gods of war bowing down below.

After a long time, the back figure said in a hoarse voice: "Let's all retreat, I don't blame you for this, no one knows that natural disasters can come to this point, Tianwen Palace is really a waste, and Wen Shi is also a waste of waste." ”

"The Holy Lord is angry, and his subordinates are retired!"

A group of black-cloaked old men bowed back.

(End of chapter)