Chapter 62

"Old Luo? How could you ......" Because the emotions in his heart have not yet calmed down, Dongfang Tianma's expression at this time is also very strange. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Luo Yannan, who suddenly appeared, was also a little at a loss, the scene in Xingyue Palace at this time was too cruel, this was simply a purgatory on earth for ordinary people who had never experienced war. He said in a slightly tremolo, panicked tone, "Come over here." ā€

Dongfang Tianma carefully avoided those desperate soldiers and came to Luo Yannan's side.

"How did you get here?"

"That's exactly the question I want to ask you, isn't it for you and Yin Ao to follow the princess? Why did you return to the imperial capital alone? ā€

"Don't worry! Luo Lao. The princess has long been handed over to the people of the Ranger Organization to protect, I originally went to the imperial capital Bai family to ask for help, but I heard that the servants there said that Miao Xizheng was in rebellion, so I followed the people of the Ranger Organization to the palace to protect the king. ā€

"Where's Yin Ao, that kid?"

"Oh! I said hello to the Bai family and left him there. After all, it's too chaotic here, and he can't help much. ā€

"That's for the best. I have successfully deciphered the code words left by Yu Chong and know who the real mastermind is. ā€

Dongfang Tianma's eyes suddenly dimmed a little, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Bai Yinfeng on the sealed stage, "We all already know." ā€

The conversation between the two did not last long, and the battle in the palace had already come to an end, and in the end, only eight black-clad killers survived, and all the members of the city-state swordsman regiment and the imperial capital guards were killed.

Bai Yinfeng also noticed Luo Yannan's figure, and said to him with a smile: "Old Luo, I knew that you would definitely come." ā€

Luo Yannan's face instantly became extremely angry, "Of course I'll come!" I'm here to see how you went from being a man to a beast. The white dove landed on the bell tower, the dark clouds came from the sky, and a page of the calendar was torn off, the work of a clown hidden in the darkness. I should have literally thought it would be you! It's just a pity that it was too late. ā€

"Don't lose your temper so much, I'm just following the tide of this era."

"You can even say such a bold word. In an attempt to disadvantage His Majesty, he sent people to assassinate dignitaries in the country, sow discord between the Imperial Capital Guards, the city-state swordsmen, and the Ranger Organization, and ignite the fuse of the war, allowing the war to burn the entire continent. What you've done is simply incomprehensible! No matter how righteous Luo Yannan was, Bai Yinfeng just looked at him with a smile, and the contrast between the emotional expressions between the two was too great, which made the atmosphere extremely strange.

At this time, Jiao Yin walked up to Luo Yannan and asked him, "Old Luo, what is going on?" There was news everywhere that you were wanted, and I thought you had betrayed His Majesty. ā€

Luo Yannan turned around, "It's not too late to wait until later, now just do your best to stop this guy." ā€

Jiao Yin nodded in agreement, and then held a Soul Seed Soul Stone in his palm, and the soul pattern ability was activated in an instant, and streams of soul-carrying energy floated around like mist. In the blink of an eye, those members of the Imperial Capital Guards who had died in battle miraculously stood up again, and even Yan Xiongxin, who was killed by Bai Yinfeng's sword, was reborn.

The wind swept through Jiaoyin's side, blowing her long, beautiful wavy blonde hair wildly. Yang Jie rushed forward almost instantly, blocking Jiao Yin's body, and at the same time, a sharp blade stabbed through her chest, and the tip of the sword drilled out from her back, and Jiao Yin was only a millimeter away. Only then did everyone realize that only the figure of the whole jade plate was left on the sealed platform.

"The order to assassinate you was indeed given to Miao Xizheng by me, because your ability is so outstanding. I wanted to try to get you to join my forces, but the Zhong Tingshi of the Bell Court Church, and the believers who worship you as a god, have dispelled this thought. Bai Yinfeng's eyes were staring at the dying Yang Jie, but his words were for Jiao Yin. The next moment, the blue-green sword qi burst out of the air like a dragon roaring from the blade of the sword, slashing Jiao Yin's body into two pieces.

Yan Xiongxin, who had just been resurrected, and a group of soldiers of the Imperial Capital Guards also lost their lives again at this time. It turns out that Jiao Yin's ability is to follow her own soul pattern energy, as long as her own soul pattern energy exists, the life healed and resurrected by her can maintain a good state, but if her life passes, all the souls that have been redeemed by her will also die.

The blood-stained blade of the sword slowly pulled out of Yang Jie's body, and in the sea of corpses and blood in the Star Moon Palace, only Mei Haishi, Bai Yinfeng, Quan Yupan, Luo Yannan, Dongfang Tianma, and the eight black-clothed killers were left at this moment.

Bai Yinfeng turned around and slowly walked back to the sealed platform under the gaze of Luo Yannan and Dongfang Tianma. He stood in front of the kneeling king Mei Haishi as a matter of course, and said with a smile: "I don't have those tirades of Miao Xizheng, although I didn't want to act so early, but it should end sooner or later, and you are the head of the country, I will accept it unceremoniously." With that, he pointed the blade of the sword in his hand at Mei Haishi's neck.

Mei Hai closed her eyes with a sense of awareness, as if she had completely accepted her fate for the impending death. However, at this moment, the palace echoed with the shouts of the Eastern Pegasus: "Stop! You can't do this. "It's loud and childlike stubborn.

If it was someone else's shout, Bai Yinfeng might not even pay attention to it, as long as he moved his wrist slightly, the name of this era would be rewritten. But when he heard the hoarse voice of Dongfang Tianma, he couldn't say why, and the whole person stopped there, and his ears were full of echoes of that voice.

Dongfang Tianma clenched his hand and walked forward, stepping over a bleeding corpse. His resentful eyes were wrapped in crystal tears, and his lips twitched slightly because of emotion, and he said earnestly word by word: "You can't do this!" You are the Seven-Fingered Sword Master, the leader of the city-state's swordsmen's regiment. It was as if the dream in his heart was about to be disillusioned, but he couldn't accept the cruel reality, and his heart ached.

Bai Yinfeng didn't have a deep impression of Dongfang Tianma when he first met him, and there were countless people who asked him for autographs all year round, and he had long been accustomed to this kind of thing. However, at this moment, Dongfang Tianma gave him a feeling that he had never felt before, perhaps because Dongfang Tianma had a strong obsession in pursuing his dream of swordsmanship, and it was this invisible and intangible spiritual power that infected him.

"Am I your dream? I see. Bai Yinfeng whispered silently.

Dongfang Tianma stopped under the sealed stage, looked up at Bai Yinfeng, who was high above, he didn't say another word, but the palm holding the ghost hand tightened more and more.

Bai Yinfeng removed the tip of his sword from Mei Haishi's erect neck, there was no longer a smile on his face, and his blue pupils stared at Dongfang Tianma, as if he was silently communicating with Dongfang Tianma with his eyes. In the short and long journey of life, he also had the persistent belief to defend his dreams, but under the ruthless washing of reality and time, those have become distant past, and there is not even a single trace of thousands of threads. So he sighed to Dongfang Tianma: "But dreams are too long for life." Some lucky people may be able to achieve it in an instant, but some people have to pay the price of their lives, and the most miserable are those who have dreams that cannot be realized until death, which is simply a dark and bottomless abyss. Therefore, I will not waste my limited life on the infinite road of chasing dreams. ā€

Dongfang Tianma shook his head desperately, and retorted with a slight cry: "No...... It's not like that! Dreams are not what you say. The true meaning of a dream is not the result, but the process! It is precisely because there is hope that I work hard, and it is because of persistence that I feel happy. Although life is gone, what can prove the traces along the way is dreams! There are only dreams! People who can stick to their dreams are great people! They are all respectable people! ā€

The sword technique Phoenix Lord activated, and Bai Yinfeng left an afterimage in place, but his body rushed in front of Dongfang Tianma like lightning. When Dongfang Tianma reacted, Bai Yinfeng's sword blade had already been pointed on his chest, and the Lan Feng Barrier and the Wind Hand opened at the same time, and the violent storm instantly engulfed the bodies of the two of them.

In the raging wind, Bai Yinfeng closed his eyes, and the muscles of his sword-holding arm swelled, and with a single move of the Tiger Sword Sect's ultimate sword technique, Tiger Barbarian, he forcibly shook Dongfang Tianma's body back several meters away.

"You have indeed grown a lot, and among the people I have met, you are the youngest soul tattoo master to reach the Zen enlightenment level." Bai Yinfeng slowly opened his eyes, and the wind around him was raging.

Bai Yinfeng's sword almost took his life just now, and Dongfang Tianma deeply felt the absolute suppression from his strength in an instant, and the thought of fear lingered in his heart like a haunting devil. He had even begun to wonder if he was really mentally prepared to face Bai Yinfeng.

"Are you afraid? You can see it in your eyes. This is also normal, there is no one who is not afraid of death, because the world is so beautiful. If you die here, then all the rhetoric about dreams you said before will become a bubble that never existed, will you be willing? A smile reappeared on Bai Yinfeng's face, his smile was a disguise to himself, but it was so gentle in the eyes of Dongfang Tianma. Who would have thought that a person who could have such a gentle smile would be a demon who kills people without blinking.

"Even if it comes to naught, as long as the hope in my heart is not extinguished, my will will still live. Along the way, I have come to understand this truth more and more. The people who took care of me day and night, the people who thought about me, the people who helped me, the people who reprimanded me, and the people who hurt me, everyone is also cared for, and they are all people who live in the hearts of others. No one lives for himself, and there will always be someone who will miss him. When those people think of me, I live in their hearts! ā€

Dongfang Tianma's words came out, and Bai Yinfeng's heart was also slightly touched, but listening to these words from the perspective of an adult, more of an ingredient is the immaturity and ignorance of young people.

"The world is huge, you have only touched the tip of the iceberg, and these words are just illusory assumptions thirty years later." Bai Yinfeng rushed forward with his sword, and this time his speed was twice as fast as just now. Although Dongfang Tianma was on guard, even if he relied on his soul pattern ability, it was almost impossible to avoid Bai Yinfeng's attack.

The two sword lights flashed at the same time with a dazzling cold light, and the fierce sword qi was like two furious monsters, mercilessly colliding together.

"Well said Pegasus!" Feng Jihai's horizontal sword, which suddenly appeared, blocked in front of Dongfang Tianma, and the wind pressure caused by the sword qi blew the hem of his clothes up and down.

At the same time, Bai Yinfeng, who was shocked by the sword qi and withdrew ten meters away, also showed a stunned gaze, staring at Feng Jihai's wrinkled face, and muttered to himself: "Master!?" ā€