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Looking up into the distance, the beacon fire and wolf smoke, the sound of horns and war drums echoed, the canyon seemed to have no end, and the soldiers seemed endless, crossing the life-and-death juncture again and again, and still did not see the dawn of hope.

Jing Heng himself knew that when he met the Great Sword General, he had reached the limit of his physical strength, strength and spirit, and the road behind him was completely with his fighting spirit and unyielding will to walk in front of the Black Armor General, could he still go on at this time?

But I really don't want to retreat, and I don't want to retreat, Jing Heng smiled bitterly, even if taking a step back is the way to live, I don't want to retreat, I haven't felt that the battle is so exciting for a long time, and I haven't been so eager to go to the end and fight more with these iron-blooded elite soldiers who are enemies, whether it is a small soldier or an elite soldier or a general, these soldiers are not phantoms, their seriousness and fearlessness in treating the battle and the enemy are too worthy of fighting.

Half a moment of rest was not given, the last armor general fell, the horns in the canyon and the war drums sounded, and this time among the rolling dust, there were countless tiger and wolf war horses, and the soldiers on the tiger and wolf war horses were all heavily armored and heavy, holding heavy spears, long knives and long axes.

It is impossible to judge the position of the war drums based on the sound of the horn and the sound of the war drums, the first time I heard the sound of the war drums, I felt that it was in my ears, and after thousands of miles of killing millions of soldiers, the sound of the war drums was still in my ears, and it was impossible to tell how far away it was.

Carrying the big gun of the black-armored general, tightening the eight-foot broadsword in the palm of his hand, Jing Heng, who was wearing tattered cloth and carrying purple wings on his back, faced the dusty tiger and wolf war horse step by step, every step fell was blood-colored footprints, and there was enemy blood on the ground and blood on his own legs.

Every time Jing Heng swung his sword, he could feel his own growth, rapid growth, growth in his understanding of the true meaning of martial arts, that growth was built with the blood of countless corpses gathered into a river, brought by the soldiers he killed one by one.

Two thousand miles of canyon, Jing Heng walked for twenty-two days, he had already walked nine thousand miles in the canyon densely packed with military formations, there was only one person in front of him, a lupine scarf, a scholar who calmly made tea, and Jing Heng's feet were densely covered with the stumps of ironclad elite soldiers, and he did not let the scholar who made tea raise his head for half a minute.

Jing Heng, who was covered in blood, walked step by step to a stone table in the canyon, the big knife was still dripping blood, and the scholar who made tea calmly raised his head and looked at Jing Heng, "Bitter tea, do you want to taste it?"

Jing Heng sat cross-legged in front of the stone table, gently put down the big knife, nodded slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "There is Mr. Lao!" The scholar lifted the boiling jade teapot and slowly poured out two cups of slightly green tea, one cup was gently placed in front of Jing Heng, and one cup was gently picked up and put to his mouth to take a sip.

Jing Heng didn't know the tea ceremony, and he didn't know why the scholar was doing, but he still sat down, picked up the glass teacup, and took a sip. Bitter, bitter to the bottom of the heart, bitter to the soul, bitter to the blood boiling, bitter to tears... The aftertaste is only bitter, just like the bitterness of life, there is no bitterness, there is no twists and turns, only bitterness.

"Good tea!" Jing Heng did not praise, but sighed sincerely, a cup of tea can taste the 'bitter' taste of ten thousand times when it is good tea.

"The micro realm is a small realm, in the face of the collapse of heaven and earth, the power of one realm is only to form four major legions of tens of millions of elite soldiers, with the hope of a realm of creatures to embark on a journey to find a place to live outside the realm... Tens of millions of soldiers once turned into dust and smoke, we are ashamed of the slight rise, the obsession of suffering will not go away, and I am willing to turn a wisp of remnant soul against the sky to change the reincarnation of a world!" the scholar put down the teacup and spoke calmly.

"Is there a slight rise at the end of the canyon?" Jingheng said with a sip of bitter tea.

"A place of life that we can't look back at!" said the scholar with a faint sadness.

"Why did the gentleman say this to me?" asked Jingheng softly.

"The great murder is too small, and all beings enter reincarnation... The path outside the realm and the micro realm that buried thousands of loyal people were removed by a great power, and we have been guarding the path outside the realm for eternity, waiting for the great murderer who is destined to step into this place!" the scholar whispered.

"You have died for eternity, and the Micro Rise Realm has also been annihilated in time and space, why bother obsessing?"

"Time and space are frozen, the slight rise will never be extinguished, and the eternal life will live in a nightmare, we are powerless to go against the sky, and we only wish to be liberated from all souls!" said the scholar.

"What if you can't make it to the end?" asked Jing Heng.

"All the soldiers are reborn, waiting for the next creature who is destined to set foot here!" the scholar remained calm.

"You are an immortal obsession, unless you start reincarnation?" Jing Heng was a little surprised.

"Yes!" the scholar nodded.

"Why bother... Hey, yes, bitter tea, it's the bitterness in your heart!" Jing Heng got up with a wry smile.

"My palm is slightly raised in the Martial Palace, I am not a person in the army, not like the two generals in front of me" The scholar gently put down the teacup and got up slowly.

"Is there a sergeant at the end?" asked Jing Heng.

"The commander of tens of millions of loyal soldiers and the faint hope!" the scholar's crisp and neat answer made Jing Heng a little admired.

"Thank you, sir, for letting me rest for a moment, please!" Jing Heng pointed at the scholar while holding up the blood-dripping broadsword.

"Weiqi is a small world, there is no amazing martial arts, there is no amazing classic, but no matter how small my Weiqi is, I dare to fight with the sky and fight with foreign enemies, relying on the ground is a loyal and brave ambition!" The scholar spoke slowly, the voice fell, and the scholar punched out, a simple punch, but Jing Heng felt far more dangerous than the Black Armor General and the Broadsword General several times more dangerous.

Jing Heng held the big knife with both hands and pushed it out, the blade and the fist collided together, the big knife in his hand came out of his hand, the back of the knife hit Jing Heng and fell to the ground, Jing Heng took half a step back, bowed forward, bent his front legs, and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood with his hand to bear the blow before barely keeping his body back.

The scholar had already appeared on top of Jing Heng's head and slapped it with one palm. The big knife in his hand had fallen, Jing Heng supported the ground with one hand, raised his hand and stabbed it out, Lan Feng's sword finger was shattered by the invisible palm force, the palm fell, Jing Heng's head roared, and he was slapped to the ground.

The moment he threw himself on the ground, his head was buzzing, his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth were bleeding, and he moved a hundred meters on the spot, out of the scholar's feet.

Jing Heng, who was bleeding from the five orifices, moved a hundred meters and flashed to the right side, just straightened up, a fist in front of him was getting closer and closer, Jing Heng drank lightly, "Split Body Fist, Seven Styles", and greeted it with a fist.

The strength of the split body fist was defeated in the middle of the way, and the scholar's fist fell on Jing Heng's body, causing Jing Heng to fly upside down, and Jing Heng smiled bitterly in the air, but was still repulsed.

was knocked away more than 20 meters, Jingheng landed, took half a step back and staggered to stand firm, so that the fist just now hit again, and the voice of the scholar came from his ears, "Don't retreat, it's the will, it's the state of mind, it's the true meaning of martial arts, it's not the form of the surface, if you retreat, if you don't have a strong mind, if you retreat, if you don't support your body, if you retreat, if you don't have a strong momentum, if you don't have a good heart, if you retreat, there is no way..."

Jing Heng, who suddenly realized, knew that he had been going astray, but it was not a bad thing, and it was another kind of tempering to be able to hold on in the form of not retreating. Jing Heng was bright in his heart, and he couldn't even feel the sunken chest cavity that had just been punched by the scholar, and in the face of the scholar who shot again, he unswervingly punched out in his heart, punched out, and his fists touched, Jing Heng slid four or five meters before stopping, the sharp pain in his fist was irrelevant, he just wanted to fight at this time, he just wanted to move forward, and he didn't have the slightest idea of retreating.

"There is more than mystery, the martial arts are not pure, there are more changes, the will is not strong, the strength is more than enough, and the momentum is insufficient!" The scholar opened his mouth while fighting, and Jing Heng was beaten again and again to vomit blood.

It's exactly like Jing Heng who is being beaten, even if he keeps shooting, the effect is very small, but his heart is very open and firm at the moment. Scholars are not much stronger than him in terms of blood and strength, but they surpass him in martial arts by an unknown amount, these soldiers and generals just do not have advanced cultivation methods and combat skills, but it does not mean that they are not strong, their unique martial arts methods are also outstanding.

One hour, two hours.... Half a day, a day, a day and a half... Even if he is confused, even if he doesn't have half the strength, Jingheng is persevering, fighting, and fighting back.

Although the scholar can speak, but there is no hand and humility, it is a real battle rather than a discussion, every shot is to put Jing Heng to death, a day and a half, Jing Heng is more than in the millions of army formations at the intersection of life and death, but this day and a half Jing Heng has gained more, he has been able to fight with the scholar for a moment at this time.

The fist palm and finger shot was already very different from when he first entered the military formation, and the firm fist not only contained the momentum of Jing Heng, but also his will and understanding of the mysteries of martial arts.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after his mood is firm, the recovery of his spiritual true qi and essence is a little faster, and his energy is extremely concentrated.

On the third day of fighting with the scholar, there were already blood marks on the scholar's clothes, and he fought with Jing Heng's crazy style of play, he injured Jing Heng many times, and Jing Heng did not frown, but kept attacking and counterattacking.

Once again, Jing Heng watched in a daze as his fist pierced through the scholar's chest, the scholar's palm fell slightly, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a smile, "I hope this time I can be truly liberated!"

Jing Heng understood the meaning of the scholar's words, he didn't want to come back to life and continue to stick to the canyon, he hoped that all the creatures of the Micro Origin Realm would be completely liberated after eternity.

(———— To be continued!!————