The two stubborn teenagers climbed up without saying a word, and every step was a river of blood

Almost every knife tip was stained with their blood, and even if their brows were furrowed, they gritted their teeth and moved forward without recklessness.

The clothes have long since become unshaped, and there is no one on the hands, feet, or body that is intact.

Although they were trying to avoid the tip of the knife as much as possible, the dense and endless blades were really unavoidable, and they had no other way but to move forward.

Mo Kongjing, who endured the pain and quickly climbed to the peak, watched her hands become a little dim, and she finally realized that the pain was not an illusion, it was real, and this knife mountain was really hurting her soul!

Then she shifted her gaze to the two figures who gritted their teeth and crawled upward, she saw the stubborn face of Youleng Pavilion who refused to admit defeat, she saw the body of the young Mu Ze who was constantly trembling because of fear, and saw his stubborn refusal to admit defeat and climb up step by step.

The boots of the two had already been cut by the blade, and they had already thrown their boots into the fire because they had affected their actions.

The scorching heat made the two of them sweat profusely, blood mixed with sweat, and the pain was more than once, no matter what.

This is the real sword mountain, the real sea of fire.

Mo Kongjing, who discovered this cognition, looked sadly at the two figures who kept climbing upward, she hurt, it really hurt, her hands and feet didn't seem to be her own.

However, as soon as she remembered that her pain was less than one-tenth that of the two teenagers, she suddenly felt the pain and immediately became numb.

She looked sadly at the two climbing figures, the scorching color tightly attached to the blade, because of the rendering of the sea of fire below, every knife on the knife mountain was blazing.

The skin is like being cut by a hot knife, and the layers of blood flow like a knife, and the flesh is rolling in the cut place, and some even have deep bones!

With bloody hands and bones exposed, she didn't dare to look at them directly.

She wanted to stop it, and she even wanted to stop the two who stubbornly refused to give up as if they were competing to see who arrived first.

But in the end, all the emotions, all the sadness, all the distress can only turn into helplessness.

Yes, helpless.

She can only watch, she can only watch, she can only watch!

Even the pain, she endured, was only a tenth of theirs.

She didn't know what kind of perseverance and courage supported the two of them to move forward bravely, but every time she saw the stubborn and stubborn expressions of the two teenagers, all the words choked in her throat, and all the distress turned into expectation, and she even forgot that she was at this moment, in fact, she was just in a person's memory.

"Hey, face palsy, can you still hold on?" Staring at the halfway road ahead, the corners of his lips were so dry that they cracked, and Yu Lengting suddenly turned his head to the person next to him and asked, his nonchalant tone seemed to be blind to the deep scars on his body.

"Originally, I couldn't hold on, but" The frowning young man Mu Ze listened to the answer to the question of the cold pavilion for the first time, he had never interacted with his peers, and he didn't know how to express his meaning, and even his tone was very stiff, "But I seem to be able to feel that someone is watching me from above." I don't know why, but after feeling that gaze, it seems that even the pain has been reduced a lot. ”

The tone of the young Mu Ze was very flat, and he even said that there was no tone, but for the first time, he fully expressed his meaning for the first time.

And the Youleng Pavilion on the side even cracked the corners of his mouth and smiled when he heard this, "Me too." ”

As everyone knows, his pale and bloodless face and the corners of his chapped lips are matched with such a smile, there is only one feeling, and that is - nightmare!

Person? Someone? Where are the people?

Mo Kongjing, who looked confused, looked around stupidly when she heard this, she hoped to find the gaze that the two teenagers said, but what puzzled her was that in this place where there were only sword mountains and sea of fire left in the world, if there was really a human figure, how could she not see it?

"Could it be that some of the great powers used the stealth technique?"

The voice of self-talk resounded in the blazing world, and the voice refused to disperse for a long time, but there was no response.

Maybe they really felt inspired, and the two teenagers really relied on their extraordinary perseverance to climb to the top!

Looking at the two people who were close at hand but ignored her, Mo Kongjing, who couldn't cry or laugh, gently retreated a little.

I want to cry because I feel sorry for them.

I want to laugh because I admire them.

However, she did not forget that in this hot world, they are the protagonists, whether she laughs or cries, and finally exits alone is the wisest choice.

The young Mu Zeting and the Youleng Pavilion at that time were extremely embarrassed, the blood stains on their clothes were shocking, and the layers of blurred flesh and blood on her body made her unbearable to look at directly, but the two who laughed heartily opened their hearts to each other for the first time.

Mo Kongjing smiled lightly on the side, watching the two teenagers laugh in unison, and her extremely complicated mood just now suddenly disappeared without a trace.

However, having said that, although she hadn't known Mu Ze for too long, this was the first time she had seen him smile.

"Hey, I said Mu Ze, listen, why do you have to come to the Pure Yang Sword? These experiences are not ordinary inhumane. With a long exhale, Yu Lengting, who didn't care about the wounds on his body, asked with a very curious look.

"Because, the Pure Yang Sword is the only one I approve of—the Sword Cultivation Sect!" Mu Ze, the young man looking ahead, still didn't have much emotion in his tone, but the firmness and stubbornness contained in it could move anyone present.

It is a persistence called faith, and faith is sometimes weak, but most of the time, it brings people a kind of courage and strength that they have never had before!

Because we believe, we can break through difficulties again and again, and create miracles again and again!

"It sounds amazing, but I haven't thought about it that much." His eyes blinked twice, and the eyes of the Youleng Pavilion at that time were still clear and simple, he pillowed his hands behind his head, looking up at the fiery sky with a leisurely appearance.

"As for me, the reason why I want to come to the Pure Yang Sword is because he has to do it, just because the Pure Yang Sword is the strongest! Only the strongest people, the strongest sects, can make me stronger! ”

Hearing such straightforward words from Youleng Ting, Mu Ze, the young man at that time, seemed to be a little incomprehensible, and he looked sideways at the person with a fanatical glow in his eyes in confusion.

Hearing this, Mo Kongjing lowered his eyes thoughtfully and fell into deep thought.

This kind of pure belief in power-only seems to be not recognized by the world.

(To be continued.) )