"In this battle, the sacrifice is too great."

Ge Xuan's face was complicated, this trip to Chang'an, everyone, including him, knew that the Tao was not so simple, but they tacitly did not bring it up, and they came with the worst intentions after all.

Mao Zhao has already taken a step ahead of them, this time in order to kill Qiu Manyu, Yu Ji did not hesitate to destroy the Dao Ji that had accumulated most of his life, such sacrifices, the touch on Ge Xuan was very great, a Jiazi cultivated, tasted all the states of the world, although their generation said that life and death are light, but they are not outrageous enough to see life and death as lighter than water, six old friends, walked two, one is dead or crazy and I don't know, the last three people, who can take the most critical step like what they said back then, no one knows, Life and death are vast, Ge Xuan suddenly regrets it now, regretting why he didn't make a move before, if he is added and the strength of the four of them is gathered, although it will not be smooth to kill the Laoshan brothers, it will be much safer.

It's just that regret is useless after all, he also has his bitterness, and not interfering with the three of Yu Jizuoci and Mao Zhao is already his biggest concession, and now, I really see a few old friends who have been in love for decades die, Ge Xuan's is not iron, it is inevitable that there is some sadness, but it is not enough for outsiders.

Yu Ji's body trembled suddenly, his face was as pale as paper, Ge Xuan's eyes were excellent, he didn't care about Qiu Manyu, and hurriedly held him up.

The talisman on Yu Ji's forehead instantly protruded, and the talisman that was supposed to be an earthy yellow light turned into a blood-like heat, red, and at a glance, it seemed to be a little hot.

Yu Ji's face showed a painful look, burning the talisman, and forcing himself to make a debut. The two blend. It was enough to shake his Daoji for decades.

"Why bother?"

Ge Xuan helped Yu Ji, who was almost collapsed to the ground. Looking at Yu Ji and sighing.

However, Yu Ji was quite calm, but there was no trace of remorse on his pale face, but he said with some pain: "From the moment that person found me, I guessed that there would be such an end, but I didn't expect that the first one to go was Mao Zhao, he is the most persistent of us and has the opportunity to go further, it's a pity." ”

"With this sword, I'm not trying to avenge Mao Zhao. For our generation, life and death are fateful, this is the law of the Great Dao, you and I can't change it, and we can't change it delusionally, this sword is my promise to that person more than ten years ago..."

Ge Xuan glanced at a certain place, shook his head, and said, "That person also looked for me back then, but there were many evil intentions in the words, so I waited for an opportunity to find a reason to leave." Why do you have to suffer? That man is dead, what great favor is there that you can give up even Doki? ”

"You don't understand...."

Yu Ji's eyes were the deepest. flashed a trace of tenderness, looked at the ground in a whisper, a mouthful of blood protruded, and said quietly: "You don't understand." ”

Ge Xuan stopped talking and looked at Qiu Manyu.

The sword that Yu Ji summoned at the cost of shaking Doji had firmly locked him in that area.

Qiu Manyu was anxious to break away from the lock of the peachwood sword, but he couldn't move half a step.

The peach wood sword with prominent cracks seems to have a strange quality that is superior to others, attached to the dao marks, the peach wood sword itself has, to a certain extent, there is already a trace of dao aura, that vast ancient aura, that is the few people who are fighting outside the field have perceived, and their eyes suddenly change.

"Is this a breath of the Tao?" In the attic, the bald woman standing behind the black-cloaked man in a row with Mo Zhiming muttered to herself, her rather delicate brows twitching slightly.

The Tao is too far away for ordinary people, and this kind of thing that can only be understood but not spoken, can only be clearly understood by a master who has reached a certain level.

The essence of the warrior is the same as the Taoist priest who asks the Tao, the road that the warrior takes in his life is the martial road, this road is also a road to the avenue, the so-called avenue leads to Rome, the cultivation of the martial arts has come to an end, and it is about the process of seeking the first line of the heavenly way.

Everyone present, although they come from different places, they have a common characteristic, everyone watching the battle is a first-class master in the world, and even more like Ye Guzi and other masters of the older generation have rushed over, a group of masters in the master gathered, naturally not like the ordinary people who don't even have a little knowledge, although the Taoist people in the realm of Dao marks are rare, but they are not nothing, people at their level, naturally they will not make a fuss, however, everyone can hardly hide their curiosity about the breath of the Great Dao, ordinary real people in the realm of Dao marks, mostly in retreat and penance, How could there be a desperate attempt like Yu Ji who didn't even care about Dao Ji and sacrificed a trace of the aura of the avenue, this kind of opportunity was already hard to come by, so everyone stared at Qiu Manyu motionlessly, and the peachwood sword containing the aura of the avenue had completely fallen.

Qiu Manyu's pores were wide open, and an inexplicable pressure in his heart was pressed heavily in his heart, and Taishan was about to be like this.

"Roar~"

Qiu Manyu let out an angry roar like a beast on the verge of despair, the green tendons on his face were clearly visible, but a trace of flushing appeared on his somewhat pale face, the peachwood sword seemed to tease mortals in the world, on the top of Qiu Manyu's head, wantonly swallowing a gray light, and the crack on the hilt of the peachwood sword was spreading at a very fast speed, with the spread of the crack, Yu Ji's blood had spit out four or five mouthfuls, the skin on his body began to age, and the already gray hair was as pale as snow, Even the beard with eyebrows and chin was instantly dyed snow-white.

Seeing the peachwood sword and a posture that was almost whale swallowing frantically plundering the life essence of Yu Ji's body, Ge Xuan sighed in his heart, but saw Zuo Ci appear behind the two of them at some point, and sighed together, and without hesitation, he stretched out a palm to support Yu Ji's back.

"Drunken old way...."

Ge Xuan looked at Zuo Ci, who suddenly appeared behind Yu Ji, and was silent for a moment, and the internal energy in his body surged, along the palm of his hand, into Yu Ji's body.

With the gentle internal energy of Zuo Ci and Ge Xuan, Yu Ji's face was a little better, he opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them gratefully, and turned his gaze to Qiu Manyu.

Qiu Manyu is indeed much stronger than his brother, so he confronted the peachwood sword that contained a trace of the aura of the avenue, but he was still not crushed, silently struggling to support, his legs had sunk into the ground, the ground was cracked into a big hole of two or three meters, and Qiu Manyu's waist was already hunchbacked.

Blood stained his blood-red robes, and his short body was like a weightlifter, his legs slightly bent, and his waist was the same, panting, wisps of blood-red mist gushing out, trying to resist the Great Dao suppression from the peachwood sword.

"This Qiu Manchu language is really powerful."

Even Pang Tong had to sigh, the two brothers were able to make such a big wave back then, after all, they did not fall into the name of killing gods, and the Laoshan brothers were able to escape from the hands of Ye Guzi, regardless of whether someone helped or not, the performance of these brothers today alone is enough to be admired.

First, a giant who can fight with Mao Zhao's kendo double cultivation and only lose one sword, and then there is Qiu Manyu who can be more fierce with one enemy and two, the wonderful performance of this pair of brothers alone is enough to make many people on the sidelines excited, even Yuan Shang is the same.

There are often masters, but it is not often that such a powerful master is available, with Yuan Shang's hungry temperament, if there were no other problems to consider, he would have been knocked out and taken away directly.

At the moment, of course, no.

The wonderful fight is not over yet, and everyone is watching it with relish, and the situation in this game has changed again.

Seeing that Qiu Manyu still had the strength to compete with the peachwood sword, Yu Ji's face was slightly gloomy, and he slapped his chest suddenly, and the talisman in the place of the heavenly spirit shone again.

"Fall."

With a light drink, Yu Ji's Kankan looked a little rebounded again, like the small tree washed by the rain, withering terribly, his face was pale Needless to say, this time even his facial features were bleeding, from his nose, ears, nostrils, and eyes to his chin, and instantly dyed the robe blood red.

Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci were also shocked, and the internal energy that poured into Yu Ji's body along the palm of his hand was instantly broken, and the two of them spit out a mouthful of blood, but there was no big problem, but Yu Ji in front of him completely fell to the ground.

"Yuji"

Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci's faces changed greatly, Yu Ji was forcing himself to die, and now the situation has improved, with the input of the internal strength of the two people, the situation is generally better, but he didn't expect Yu Ji to mobilize the internal strength of the whole body in an instant, and dropped the last chip, and even dried up all the major points in his body, just to kill Qiu Manyu.

Yu Ji's body fell to the ground, and the suspended peachwood sword suddenly trembled and fell with a bang. (To be continued......)