A burst of black smoke as thick as inky black, with a sharp hiss, rolled towards the red jiao.

Chi Jiao's face was rarely nervous, he slowly raised the nine-ring big knife in his hand, and then shook his left hand as well, which could force Chi Jiao to hold the knife with both hands, which was a sign that Chi Jiao was desperate.

The black smoke billowed in, and soon trapped Chijiao in it, and Chijiao's body was so tall that he couldn't even see it in the black smoke.

That black smoke is Jin Rixun, and he is now completely enchanted, and even his own form can be changed.

Bursts of black smoke suddenly poured out from his inky pupils just now, and then his whole body melted into the black smoke, turning into a part of the black smoke and sweeping towards Chijiao.

In the black smoke, some movement could still be heard, including the collision of swords and axes, including the sound of gold and iron from the intersection of blades, and even, the neighing of war horses, and the roar of fierce beasts.

No one knows what is going on in the black smoke, maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's a very real confrontation. Since Jin Ilsun can turn into black smoke, it doesn't seem too strange if he turns into a sword soldier and a war horse.

This world is full of all kinds of strange things, but ordinary mortals can't know all this accurately, and occasionally things that are beyond the cognition of mortals will inevitably be whitewashed by the seventeen bureaus represented by Shi Yihang.

However, not a single mortal in this courtyard was strange, and no one was surprised by these strange phenomena, and they could all imagine what was happening in the black smoke.

The battle situation in the black smoke seemed to be getting more and more intense, and there was a roar of Chijiao from inside, although they couldn't see anything, Xu Bansheng and Jiang Yi seemed to be able to see Chijiao's situation at this moment.

Presumably, Chijiao sat upright on his horse, holding a nine-ring broadsword. Dressed in brand-new and bright armor, he is leading thousands of soldiers and horses to face the enemy. Flags flew in the array, and the cold wind whistled and blew the flags. Hunting and ringing.

The soldiers on both sides were fighting, clashing, and the battlefield was full of dead and wounded, and blood flowed and pestles.

The horses are neighing, the military beasts are roaring, and the warriors are desperate to die.

Chijiao looked at the opponent's main general majestically, and the tip of the knife was in the direction. Shouted and scolded: "Dare to fight with a certain one!" ”

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The scene is grand, like a war epic blockbuster with a huge investment, but Xu Bansheng and Jiang Yi both sadly know that at this moment, it is already the appearance of Chijiao's life coming to an end - if the existence of a wisp of remnant soul can also be called life.

From the moment Chijiao let out that fierce roar, everything about him had almost come to an end.

Finally, in front of Kim Il-sun, who used the forbidden law. Even the red Jiao will return with a feather, and it will soon disappear. At this moment, Xu Bansheng could only watch Chijiao being devoured by Jin Rixun little by little.

It can be inferred. After Jin Rijun devours Chijiao, he will inevitably become more powerful, or the result of Chijiao being devoured can at least offset Jin Rijun's consumption against him.

This also means that after Jin Ilxun let Chijiao disappear, his strength will never decrease, on the contrary, it is likely to be stronger.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Now Xu Bansheng, even in the face of the most powerless Jin Rixun. I'm afraid it's not an opponent either.

But Xu Bansheng was not depressed, let alone despairing. On the contrary, he already knows everything that will happen in the future.

It's a wonderful emotion, and it's a wonderful state.

There have been so many things that have happened tonight that even Xu Bansheng can't explain.

He saw a world that he had never seen before, and many pieces of the past were now gradually pieced together before his eyes, concrete, and concrete to the point where they seemed to be within reach.

Of course, Xu Bansheng would not really stretch out his hand, he knew very well in his heart that all this was just a deduction for the future. Unlike the usual deductions, the previous deductions were carried out actively, but this time, Xu Bansheng is passively accepting the future performance in front of him.

He saw Zeng Wen's future, saw the outcome of this battle, and even, for the first time in his life, he saw his future self.

No one has ever been able to count half of his life, he can't himself, Lin Qian can't, and Jiang Yi can't do it.

Some students in Wudong University admired Xu Bansheng and Shi Yufang's dual school grass status. But Xu Bansheng and Shi Yufang didn't deal much with the students in the school, and those female students didn't have a chance. But there are always good things, so I found the information of Xu Bansheng and Shi Yufang from the school, and they were constellations, blood types and physiognomy to help Xu Bansheng and Shi Yufang tell fortunes.

Although these so-called fortune-telling, even if they have a certain degree of accuracy, they are a victory of statistics, and as a real deduction, these things, at least in the hands of mortals, have no effect. However, after all, this is also a means of deduction, and the Heavenly Dao does not care whether you can deduce the result or not, he only looks at whether you have such behavior.

The girls who tell fortunes for Shi Yufang are all very good, but the girls who tell fortunes for Xu Bansheng will have a cold and fever at least and suffer a catastrophe at worst. That is, they don't really have the ability to deduce, otherwise, it would not be as simple as having a small illness or suffering a small disaster, so it is not impossible to die.

According to Master Xingyun, Xu Bansheng is, to a certain extent, an equal existence with the Heavenly Dao, and has jumped out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements. Therefore, deducing the fate of Xu Bansheng is also the same as deducing the fate of the Heavenly Dao.

What a horrible thing is this? What mortal can withstand the wrath of the Heavenly Dao? Dare to deduce the fate of the Heavenly Dao, what is the difference between this and suicide?

Even if it is a master like Lin Qian, if he forcibly deduces the fate of Xu Bansheng, I am afraid that the end will be very miserable.

It is already difficult to deduce yourself, and Xu Bansheng is even more impossible.

But today, Xu Bansheng seems to be in an illusion and sees his future.

He saw that he was dressed in white, with fresh clothes and angry horses, and behind him was Xuanyuan, a group of slaves, Xia Miaoran, Jiang Yi, Li Xiaoyu and even Zeng Wen were all haunting him.

It is obviously not the present world, but it can clearly tell Xu Bansheng that this is the future, and Xu Bansheng does not think that this is all illusory. He was very sure of the authenticity of this future.

There is no other reason, just because Xu Bansheng saw seven moons hanging in the sky, and they were seven red blood moons. In the sky, it is arranged like the bright moon arranged by Zeng Wen.

Thousands of miles of red cliffs. The heavens and the earth were fiery red, and the whole world was filled with a dark red color like blood.

In the distance, the carriages and horses were rolling, and the horse's hooves and horse bells were clearly heard, but unfortunately, Xu Bansheng couldn't see the face of the person who came from afar. But that's enough, he at least knows that he still has a future, even if that world is like purgatory, even if that world is not the world he is in.

As long as there is a future. He'll be fine today.

Xu Bansheng slowly raised his head and looked at the seven bright moons in the sky, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Jiang Yixia Miaoran and the others also noticed the seven rounds of bright moons in the sky, they didn't see how Zeng Wen triggered the star power to conjure up the six rounds of bright moons, and the original real round of bright moons in the sky formed their current appearance.

They were amazed, but they saw Zeng Wen completely ignoring the black smoke in the courtyard, ignoring the fierce confrontation between Jin Rixun and Chijiao in the black smoke, but dancing under the light of the seven bright moons.

Strictly speaking, of course, it is not dancing, but Zeng Wen is intoxicated by the moonlight.

She was waving her hands. The expression is intoxicated, the eyes are slightly closed, and there is a warm smile on the small face. The legs tread in an irregular pace, spinning and flying, as if they were dancing an unknown but wonderful and unusual dance.

The brilliance of the moon was much stronger than just now, at least the brilliance of the six rounds of bright moons that Zeng Wen composed of with star power was already almost as strong as the real bright moon. Jiang Yi and Xia Miaoran didn't know, they just thought that the seven bright moons were so bright and bright from the beginning, they all set their eyes on Xu Bansheng, and when they saw the smile on the corner of Xu Bansheng's mouth, they also had a kind of confidence in their hearts for no reason. They began to slowly rise from their endless despair, regaining a little bit of self-confidence. I think they can get out of tonight and defeat Kim Il Sun.

Jiang Yi and Xia Miaoran both believe that these seven rounds of bright moon are closely related to Xu Bansheng. And no one thought that this was Zeng Wen's masterpiece.

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that when the light of the seven moons grows brighter and brighter, they begin to shine with fluorescent brilliance, which jumps lightly in the night sky, and falls on the ground, on the wall, on the black smoke.

The moonlight penetrated the black smoke, and it seemed to make the black smoke lighter, and the seven bright moons in the night sky looked even brighter, obviously a new moon, but as if it had the brilliance of a full moon.

As the moonlight fell on the black smoke, the black smoke became fainter, and the battle in the black smoke seemed to become less intense.

Chijiao's roar was still there, indicating that he was still alive, or that his remnant soul was still there.

On the contrary, the sound of horses' hooves, the roars of the sergeants, and the fluttering of the battle flags were gradually decreasing, as if the battlefield was getting farther and farther away from everyone, and as if the battle was in the final stage, and the battlefield would soon be cleared.

It was already full of moonlight, like countless fireflies, and like stars all over the sky came to this courtyard.

The black smoke is getting faer, and even the image of Chijiao can already be seen, but Jin Ilxun is still missing, and if this black smoke is really Jin Ilxun, then his strength must have been greatly weakened now.

But even if it is weakened, Chijiao still can't resist it, because Chijiao's already translucent body is gradually fading, so faint that when he is inadvertent, he can't even see the existence of Chijiao.

Chijiao also discovered the change of Jin Rixun, that is, the change of the black smoke, Chijiao stared at the tiger, the nine-ring broadsword in his hand slashed forward, the neighing of the war horse stopped abruptly, the soldier's charge disappeared without a trace, the battle flag no longer fluttered, and the ancient battlefield no longer existed.

Chijiao's body, which was already infinitely close to transparent, suddenly bloomed with a strong red light, no need to guess, anyone would understand that this was Chijiao's last bloom, and he was trying to inflict the last heavy blow on Jin Ilshun by burning his last wisp of soul.

He already knew that it was impossible for him to defeat Jin Rixun, so the current Chijiao only wanted to help Xu Bansheng make the last effort and consume Jin Rixun's energy as much as possible.

"Xu Bansheng, remember your promise to me!" In the red light, Chijiao had completely burned, he glared angrily, and the big knife in his hand slashed at the black smoke, and actually cut the seemingly inseparable black smoke into two distinct ends. (To be continued)