This may be the so-called Heavenly Dao Cycle, not Jing Yao's ruthlessness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At this time, his divine consciousness was firmly placed on the undead grass in the Qiankun Ring, and his fists were clenched. At this moment, his mind was struggling fiercely.

In the end, everything was turned into dust and dust in a sigh.

The god ruthlessly reached out and gently brushed the light blue lips, trying to wipe away the blood that had been flowing outward. It's just that the speed of wiping can't match what is flowing out of his mouth now. In the blink of an eye, the palms and backs of his hands were all frighteningly bright crimson, and his heart was suffocated, and he only felt that his mind was blank.

In a trance, he hugged the light blue you who was about to fall. As if sensing something, Light Blue spent all her strength, smiled at him, tilted her head, and completely left this impetuous and noisy world.

God was ruthless when he saw this, and his heart was cold. It was as if I felt that the strength of my whole body was slowly fading, and my hands, face, and whole body became cold in the blink of an eye. He wanted to scream, but he felt as if something was choking in his throat, preventing him from making any sound.

The people on the field looked at this scene, and they all waited silently on the side, mourning deeply for the light blue. Although in this incident, his choice was deviated, and his life trajectory was far from the original direction. But at the last moment, it must be said that he set a correct goal for those present, an eternal example.

Death doesn't seem terrible, but when you really face it, you realize that this is an extremely cruel punishment in the world. From this point of view, Light Blue Yu is a real brave man.

Life is very long, and an ordinary person has to go through decades or even nearly a hundred years in his life. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, six days a day, twenty-four hours a day, one hour and sixty minutes, one minute and sixty seconds, it can be said that a person with a normal life can enjoy billions of seconds of years and months, what a terrifying number.

What's more, a cultivator, they break the limits of human beings, they go against the sky. They have endless years and the rotten ability to live with the sky.

But life is fragile, whether it is an ordinary person or a monk, as long as the eyes are open and closed, the flashy glory of this life will go with the wind and turn into a speck of dust in the vast universe.

So, treat yourself every day well, do it and cherish it.

Let's talk about the situation in the Lost Plains at this time, Light Blue You chose to dance with the wolf because of the antecedents he cast himself, but fortunately at the last moment, he may have realized his mistake, or he may have been emotionalized by God, so he made an ending that no one expected.

God ruthlessly hugged the light blue you who had been dead for a long time, looking at the sky in a daze, without making a sound, without moving, and in his mind, it seemed to be stuffed with a blank space.

The people on the field, while lamenting the fragility of life, also felt sorry for the death of Light Blue You, and were silently saddened by the ruthless brotherhood.

As for the monks who took refuge in the spiritual and desire clans, they looked at all this and asked themselves, what was the right choice for them? Is it wrong?

Only, do they have a way out? Do they have the courage to face death like a light blue yu?

The ending can be imagined, in the face of death, anyone's heart will be haunted by a fear and a confusion. There is only one light blue Yuu, and he is unique.

"Ah~~Ah......"

God was ruthlessly stunned for a while, and finally accepted the facts. He gently put down the light blue and let him lie quietly on the ground, only to get up, look at the sky, and let out a helpless cry.

After venting for a while, his eyes became sharp, he looked at the dragon coldly, and said without fear: "Spirit clan, desire clan, in this life, my god ruthlessly made an oath, and I will stand with you and never die."

Xiao smiled disdainfully, and said calmly on his face: "Oh? Is it? But you have to see the situation on the field, not what you want to do to me, but whether I will let you go. Since you have a deep brotherly relationship, and your good brother Light Lanyou has already waited for you on Huangquan Road one step ahead of you, I think it is better to reunite your brothers as soon as possible. Alas! You don't have to thank me, who made me merciful."

When God heard this, his anger surged even more, and his cheeks were red. He said indignantly: "Since this is the case, then you don't have to be quick to speak, if you have the ability, come up and see if your ability is strong, or the sword in my hand is fast."

With that, he slowly moved his hand behind him, slowly drew the long sword from his scabbard, and raised it into the air, looking at the culprit who had made the Lost Plains sigh with a provocative look.

"Amitabha, don't benefactor, now is an extraordinary time, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, you must not be rash, we still have to negotiate first, and then decide how to take the next step."

Who is this talker? Listening to his tone, you can also know that it is the forgetfulness of the Dragon Yin Temple. At this time, the enemy's forces are huge, and their own side has lost a general, if the gods continue to insist on going their own way, the outcome can be imagined, I am afraid that in a moment, it will be in the footsteps of the light blue.

God was stunned, his brow furrowed. After thinking for a while, although he knew that what he said was right, the anger surging in his heart still prevailed over reason. In the end, he still raised the long sword in his hand and shouted: "Dragon, you don't say that you are the Supreme Protector of the Desire Clan, but in my opinion, you are like a turtle with a shrunken head, and you don't dare to come out of your shell. ”

Xiao was furious, laughed a few times in succession, and then said slowly: "Since you want to find death, then I will send you on the road first." But you're not qualified to let me do it. Protector of the Dharma, go down and play with him, remember, cut off his tongue, bring it to me, and wait until I go back and fry it.

"Okay, don't worry, don't take his tongue back, I'll twist my head."

At this time, a black-clothed man shrouded in darkness stood out from the spirit clan, struck a mockery at the dragon, and answered in a deep voice.

The dragon nodded in satisfaction and waved at it, signaling that it was ready to go at any time.

Receiving the order, he took a stride and came into the field in a dashing manner, and defiantly gestured to the gods with a thumb gesture common to all races.

God watched all this mercilessly, his eyes staring coldly at the man in black who had come out of the dragon, and he wanted to pierce his head with a sword. But he also knew that it was just wishful thinking. He turned his head and glanced at the light blue you lying quietly on the ground, with a fearless look, his body fluttered up, only in a trance, he stood on the other side of the man in black, raising his long sword, and was in opposition to it.

One black and one white, white as snow, black and deep. The two supreme masters put aside all right and wrong, just from the perspective of cultivators, the same detachment, the same freedom and ease.

Perhaps with resentment in his heart, this time God ruthlessly chose to take the initiative to attack, and his sword was no longer as stable as before, but with a light blue urgency, he kept waving the sword in his hand, and the drizzle of sword rain turned into thousands of white mangs, attacking the black-clothed man on the other side who made him annoyed.

Without fear, he waved his weapon as the rain of swords approached, and if you look closely, you will find that his weapon is a hook and built on its hand.

As its hook danced, in an instant, bursts of light emitted towards the rain of swords coming towards it.

At this point, time seems to stand still. Only these two brilliant colors are left, which become the main theme of the whole space.

It's just that time is merciless, and it doesn't shift because of human will. In the bits and pieces it passed, the two mangs finally slowly touched each other.

Suddenly, a burst of even more brilliant light broke out in the air, so dazzling that the people on the field were in a trance for a while.

And in the mid-air, some people with low strength even felt that there was a thrust, which made them involuntarily take a few steps back before they could stabilize their bodies.

After a confrontation, the two felt that the strength of the other party should not be underestimated. It is no longer the same as at the beginning, with arrogance, but retreats to the side, looking at each other carefully, hoping to seek each other's mistakes.

It's just that when it comes to this kind of master, they all know that the opportunity is fleeting in the battle, and they will not leave their own flaws for the opponent to attack.

The two waited for a while, this time he chose to take the initiative to attack, only to see him take a momentary step, and then swept mercilessly towards the god, only to come to his side in the blink of an eye, waving a hook, constantly attacking.

What was surprising was that what he chose this time was actually a physical body, which was rarely seen in the cultivation world.

After being mercilessly stunned, the god hurriedly swung the long sword in his hand to meet the fatal hook coming towards it.

A hook and a sword finally collided, bursting out with a spark, and then quickly separated. Then they touched each other a second time, a third time.

The hook in the field is getting more and more urgent, and the sword in his hand is getting faster and faster.

Although there were many onlookers, only a few dozens of masters could see their movements clearly.

Time passed slowly, and the two could be said to be equal, so they couldn't give in. You hooked, he swords, and the fight shook the earth, and the sky was dark.

At this moment, Shen Ruthless suddenly discovered a flaw in the sword, he immediately made a decision, waved the long sword in his hand and teleported a few steps, and a hungry wolf pounced on the tiger, and sent a swift sword towards it.

He smiled testially, and before the fight began, he swore an oath and made a tautology, saying that he would be able to easily win the god ruthlessly. However, when he did it, he found that he was not useless, but pressed himself at a disadvantage with a sword. Luckily, it feigned a flaw and caught his attention.

As God's merciless sword was about to strike it, he raised his unmoved left hand and fended the swift blow. The hook that swung his right hand stabbed into his body fiercely.

There is a kind of person called the sinister villain. There is a kind of cheapness, called the sword hidden in the sleeve.

God Ruthless never thought that his left hand had been shrunk in the wide sleeve of his shirt. At this time, the left hand holding his long sword clearly had a hook identical to his right hand, which also led to a fatal mistake for him.