Xu Yongzheng was a little stunned when he saw Qu Xing's artistic conception urging melancholy.

The man's eyes were blazing, and he even had murderous intent all over his body, and the most incredible thing was that he could actually have his own moves.

How is such an artistic conception refined? Is it just that the creatures of the artistic conception are more vibrant?

No, that artistic conception is the same as that tree, it has vitality and soul.

Mind?

However, seeing this scene, Wei anxiously reminded: "Xu Yongzheng, it's up to you now." Don't let that strange tree bloom. Otherwise, you'll all have to die here today. ”

Xu Yongzheng reacted at this time, that person actually used his own qi and blood to nourish the artistic conception.

It turns out that this is a sophistic saying that the blood is vigorous.

Xu Yongzheng no longer hesitated, Jin Ge's sword was extremely sharp, swinging left and right, and two intersecting strokes appeared in the air, intersecting with their respective centers, which was the artistic conception of communication.

He repeated it twice, and in a moment, the air was filled with white mist, and two rivers seemed to appear behind Xu Yongzheng, and the rivers were turbulent, and they flowed for many miles before coming to the cliff.

This river is endless, and it is impossible to cross it when it encounters boulders.

The boulder is broken, the river is open, the river rushes with momentum, and the artistic conception of the two river interceptions is sent out in this way.

This time, the shadow of the big river faintly appeared behind him, wider than the small river just now.

The superposition of the two artistic conceptions is not a simple one plus one equals two, but it arrives at the same time, which is more powerful.

This superimposed artistic conception rushed straight to the withered branch stranger, and the withered branch stranger's face tightened, then he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

With a wave of his left hand, he broke off a section of the dead branch of the strange tree, which was the thickness of a thigh, and with the moisture of his own qi and blood, it quickly grew into a trunk.

The two river interceptions surged in, smashed the trunk of the tree, and then continued to rush towards the dead branch monster.

The Withered Monster was finally injured, not severely.

I saw him let out a burst of wild laughter, and said proudly: "Boom, boom." Now the time of your death has come. ”

Xu Yongzheng took a closer look and found that there were actually four flower bones on the dead tree.

The dead trees are dead, but the white flowers are full of life. Such a strange picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes like this, except for the initiator of all this, no one knew what would happen in the next moment.

Two flowers bloom and are the first to leave the branches.

The petals of these two flowers were first hugged together, only to see them slowly grow larger, then the petals swirled and unfolded, like a dancing girl spinning a flower dress, and finally the five petals finally fully bloomed, also emitting a bright white light.

The two flowers flew straight towards Xu Yongzheng.

Xu Yongzheng knew that he could no longer hide his clumsiness, but held the Xuanyi Sword upside down. For some reason, the sword looked a little excited at this time.

The flame mark between Xu Yongzheng's eyebrows became more vivid and moving, as if it was constantly beating.

He held the Xuanyi Sword in his left hand and the Jin Ge Sword in his right hand, and the two swords swung together, slashing several times in the air, and the artistic conception rose again, this time it was no longer the artistic conception of intercepting the river, but his long-lost artistic conception of Zheyue.

In a moment, the air was filled with white mist, and a dull and heavy intent was born under his Xuanyi sword, and a sharp cutting intent was born under the Jin Ge sword.

In ancient times, there were giants, whose bodies were as high as the sky, and whose strength was immeasurable. The arm is waved to break the mountain, and the mountain is broken at the waist, and its marks are like mirrors. The giant senses, knows its sharpness, feels its momentum, weighs it with his hands, and caresses it. The arms are like soldiers, like knives and swords, and then there are the first generation of soldiers, which are extremely sharp.

With the momentum of the sword, the mountain is broken.

At this moment, Xu Yongzheng's Xuanyi Sword in his left hand actually simulated a big mountain, which was almost sky-high, and the top of it was not visible.

Xu Yongzheng's expression was serious, and the Jin Ge Sword in his right hand had a snow-bright silver light flashing, the edge was unstoppable, and in a trance, a snow-white light crossed the sky like lightning.

The heaven and earth are silent, the mountain is dozens of feet high, and the upper half of the mountain is constantly cut by Xu Yongzheng's right hand Jin Ge sword, and the mountain becomes hundreds of boulders, and the air carries the power of a thousand jun to smash down.

Every stone, every tree, every wisp of dust and smoke is imitated by heaven. The power of the Heavenly Dao, how can manpower defeat it.

And such a large formation was also something Xu Yongzheng had never expected. This time, it was the highest Zhiyue artistic conception he sent.

Most of the qi in his body was also consumed by this formula.

Not surprisingly, a white flower was submerged in the boulder. But after the flower struggled, it lost its light.

The white petals are all separated from the flower bones, only five pieces, but they are very powerful. The petals were like bombs, exploding in the air, and those boulders were blown to pieces, so in front of Xu Yongzheng, he saw five air masses making a non-stop sound.

crackled, and in the end, it was impossible to tell whether the voice was the momentum of Zheyue or the momentum of the white flower.

"This old ghost actually comprehended the meaning of the explosion?"

One of the flowers suddenly changed its course and flew straight towards Qu Xing.

Qu Xingwu couldn't dodge, trying to slow down the speed of the flower a little. I saw that the flute in his hand turned around and put it not far from his lips, but his mouth did not stick to the flute, and his slender fingers were raised and lowered in turn.

No sound came out, but a silent wave of light dispersed.

But this flower is different from the flowers with the meaning of explosion, this flower regenerates and changes in the air, the lace rotates and closes, and it actually merges together again, turning into a sharp blade in the shape of a bun.

Sharp and sharp, faster speed.

Qu Xing couldn't dodge it, and he was about to be pierced by that sharp blade.

"Ahh It was a scream from a woman.

It turned out that Su Yang blocked this flower for Qu Xing.

The flower submerged into her body and then disappeared, leaving only a finger-sized hole in front of Su Yang's forehead.

Qu Xing hugged him and held Su Yang in his arms.

"Don't, don't do that. Qu Xing shouted anxiously.

This was the first time Su Yang saw Qu Xing's anxious appearance, he had always been a light and breezy appearance.

"I'm afraid I'm going to fail. Brother Qu. Su Yang's face was pale, she didn't know how many tears she had shed today, and at this moment she shed two lines of tears.

"No, no. I'll be able to save you. I can, I will. Qu Xing's right hand pinched Su Yang's hand, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I haven't met your parents yet. nor did she put on a dowry to be your bride. ”

"Brother Qu, I'm so tired and in pain. ”

As he spoke, Su Yang put his hand on Qu Xingwu's cheek and stroked his lover carefully.

It's a pity that there will never be another chance for this in the future.

The hand finally fell weakly.

Su Yang's orange robe lay quietly in Qu Xingwu's arms.

Qu Xingwu took Su Yang's hand, put it on his cheek, and said, "How can this be? Why is this happening?"

"I haven't taken you to my master yet, how can you leave me like this?"

The man in Tsing Yi let go of his hand holding the flute and hugged the body tightly, which was gradually losing its temperature.

Could it be that I am really a lone star in my life?

Qu Xingwei finally remembered what the master said to him back then.

Wisdom will be hurt, and love will not live.

Is it all fate? No, it's not.

After a while, Qu Xingwu, a man in Tsing Yi, stood up, held a flute, and shouted to the sky: "Qu Xingwei, are you really a lone star? It's not enough for you to kill your parents, but now you want to kill your own wife? What kind of evil did you create in your last life, why did God punish you like this?"

"Oh my God, my God. You should be satisfied, right? Hahahaha. ”

This laughter is arrogant and uninhibited, as if laughing at providence, more like laughing at oneself.

He grew hoarse, and his laughter eventually stopped.

"But, I'm Qu Xingwei. ”

Qu Xing stared at the withered branch monster Hu Jinji worriedly, his eyes were not afraid at all, he was full of flames of revenge, and said fiercely: "Hu Jinji, you old ghost, I want you to die a good death." ”

"Boom. How can you blame me for your own lack of strength? Besides, didn't your old ghost master tell you again and again? You forgot?"

After saying this, Hu Jinji's face changed, and he saw the scene he didn't want to see the most.

Qu Xing is worried, knows the rhythm of music, cultivates his self-cultivation, at this time, his eyes are bloody and tearful, and he finally falls into the devil.