It seems that the coercion of Wanjun thunder envelops this world, Liu Fuling can't be sure whether this belongs to someone's will or to a collective, in short, they all rose under the man's knife. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It seems that it is a sinful thing for a man not to obediently restrain himself under oppression.

And such a sin...... The arrogance and fearlessness displayed made that will agree in an instant, and the deterrence that originally hung over the head condensed into a majestic power, and it continued to climb up, a force that was only aimed at this man, and swelled wildly to a shocking degree.

Liu Fuling withdrew his gaze from the sky to the man's body, and for the level that was now shown, he could only honestly watch from the sidelines, watching a battle involving the life and death of one party and the face of the other, and playing the last song in this unknown and inconspicuous place.

He saw that the man's expression was blurry, but not distorted, because there was no fierce grudge, no anxious unwillingness, no fear, no fear, but in the same way, there was no desperate cruelty, and the so-called grandeur of treating one's life as nothing.

Liu Fuling thought that he could always see something, but in the end he didn't see anything, as if he was covered with a layer of fog, as if he was wearing a mask, all his emotions were covered, and at the critical moment, the man seemed to be out of his body, leaving only a broken body.

The power in the sky was still brewing, but the expressionless man moved first, he let go of the hand holding the knife, and Huang Quan plunged straight into the ground, he clenched his fist, without any momentum, and punched the sky.

The surrounding air seemed to be compressed to the extreme, suddenly contracted and suddenly released, a touch of breath that seemed to be there swung from the man's fist, and a gust of wind blew along the way, and a vigorous breath in the dust turned into an invisible behemoth, and the ancient giant beast rushed out, a dull explosion sounded in the air, the air wave smoke bloomed, and the speed was instantly raised to the unreachable sky, and there was another wave of air rolling, and the galloping breath formed by the man's pure fist intent collided with the will of the sky!

Liu Fuling narrowed his eyes.

The man's punch directly broke up the will that was brewing in the sky, and the bits and pieces were no longer the climate.

This realm of cultivation is ......

Suddenly, an angry scolding came from the sky.

The man tugged at the corners of his mouth, the whole person shook a little, fine and dense blood oozed out of his fist, he breathed a little hurriedly, and the whole person was a little withered.

The young man watched the man stagger a step, acting casually, as if he wanted to find a place to rest, but suddenly raised his head, looked at the sky, and his godless eyes also had a look, at first it was unbelievable shock, and then it was like a burning powerful battle intent.

It was hard for Liu Fuling to imagine what could make this man's mood fluctuate so much, but the truth should not be difficult to guess, the young man also raised his head and looked at the cloudy sky.

Another strong one?

The man picked up the yellow spring in his right hand, spread out his left hand, the meridians on his arm were protruding, and a large cloud of cyan mist appeared in the palm of his hand, and then evolved into another long knife.

For example, the whole body is carved from a pale blue spar, but it is more slender than the "Yellow Spring", and it is more ethereal, as if it will dissipate at any time, and unlike the bone-chilling air of the Yellow Spring, this knife is more approachable, and the wisps of pale mist surround it.

Liu Fuling suddenly remembered the name of the city that trapped him.

"Biluo".

"Yellow Springs".

"Biluo Yellow Spring".

Liu Fuling guessed the name of the other knife, but he was a little confused, but everything in front of him was obviously more attractive to him than any doubt.

When the long knife probably named "Biluo" appeared, a mysterious hum sounded faintly, like a happy resonance, as if at this moment, the two appeared at the same time, which could be regarded as complete.

The momentum of the man holding the double swords was already different, and a spontaneous aura surrounded him, just standing so steadily and peacefully, immovable, but the boiling battle intent flashed in his eyes, and he forgot everything in the world, and even forgot his own existence, just focused all his attention on the enemy.

Although tens of millions of people have never regretted it, they are proud, childlike and innocent and excited, and it is an incomparable heroism.

This is the spirit that belongs only to a strong man.

Last...... Boldness.

Liu Fuling didn't see the final confrontation, everything came too fast.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the man fall, his chest was completely pierced by a black arrow, his upper body almost disappeared, the man pulled the corners of his mouth, and his dry lips finally pulled out a smile, but the boy couldn't understand it.

Liu Fuling was also agitated for a while, and unconsciously walked towards the man, and at the same time looked up at the sky, the sky above his head had turned into a huge black hole, where there was nothing, as if it was completely torn and destroyed by power, like a deep mockery.

Nothing.

Vanish.

Liu Fuling came to the man's side, and saw that the oil had run out, and he was angry, he raised his hand, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but only blood kept coming out, the man looked at the sky calmly, his eyes were relaxed and peaceful, just looking at his eyes, you can't know that he is a person who is about to die.

This made Liu Fuling somewhat understand that such a person has no regrets about his life.

I worked hard to live, enjoyed it wantonly, fought happily, reached the peak of my own life, the peak of my strength, and finally died in battle......

What could be more perfect for life?

At this moment, Liu Fuling suddenly wanted to know the name of this strong man, and he was a little envious.

The man raised his hand slightly, and the "Biluo" was thrown into the air, turning into a wisp of green gas and dissipating into the heavens and the earth, and he pressed it on the "Yellow Spring" again, and the magic knife sank into the ground, but the next moment it broke through the ground.

The knife was buzzing and trembling.

It is unwilling.

The man smiled gently, as if facing a stubborn child, stretched out his fingers, wiped his eyebrows, and then suddenly pointed at the knife of "Yellow Spring", this magic knife trembled extremely violently, like a beast that wanted to break free from bondage, the man looked at it, his eyes were complicated for a while, but his hand pressed down again, "Yellow Spring" fell into the ground, and this time it did not come out again.

The pitch-black feather arrow was still destroying the man's already small vitality, Liu Fuling saw him frown slightly, as soon as he grasped the black feather arrow, his hand and the arrow sent out a fierce repulsive collision, the man didn't care, the other hand also joined in, and suddenly clenched, the black arrow finally stopped moving, and the breath condensed and crushed, when it reached the limit, he directly pinched the black arrow into powder.

Then the man stood up, as if the terrible wound on his chest did not exist, he brushed his body, the blood was gone, and the whole person was as clean as a newborn, and then he beckoned again, and the little green on the earth came towards him, and weaved a dark blue robe in the air, and gently draped it over his body.

He walked slowly, as leisurely as a walk.

It seems to have dropped everything.

Liu Fuling followed silently.

With each step, the man became a little lighter, and in the last part of his life, he looked there, and here, and the sky, and the earth, and the dwarf dead trees, and the young buds, and the weeds in the cracks of the stones, and he looked carefully at every part of the world, like a curious child, as if he could not see enough.

Until he was faint as a phantom, he stopped, opened his arms widely, as if embracing the whole heaven and earth, and then dissipated, and dissipated.

Not a trace was left behind.

Liu Fuling never heard the man say a word from beginning to end.

The boy stood there, silent all around.

He's alone again.

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