The valley full of corpses has been silent except for the cry of Murojuku. This kind of repression soaked in blood is completely made up of the accumulation of death, and it is so choked that people can't breathe. There are few people who are still conscious, and even their breathing is cautious.

And now, in the silence of the heaps of death, suddenly someone moved. There was no sound, but there was a slow movement, and on top of the mountain of corpses, a blood-stained hand seemed to struggle, waving towards the two.

Is this a cry for help?

If it weren't for the angry red eyes of Murojuku, Nan Xiaohe would definitely think so. But with the hateful eyes in front of him, he always judged that the one who suddenly moved was friend or foe.

Once, twice, the right hand waved very reluctantly.

Murosu had already put down the wall and stood up straight, but Nan Xiaohe couldn't understand it at all.

What does that mean? He looked at the right hand that was struggling out of thin air.

The right hand suddenly stopped moving, frozen in mid-air.

Murojuku was about to step forward.

"Be careful. Nan Xiaohe hurriedly reminded. The surrounding situation, he has already swept a rough idea. He originally thought that the Beidou Academy had put up a desperate resistance in the valley, which was why there was such a large-scale tragic sacrifice. But when he swept down his eyes, a fact that stunned him was that the corpses that fell in the valley, or whose life and death were unknown for the time being, were all the uniforms of the three major academies, and there was not a single one from the Beidou Academy, not even a little injured.

How is this possible?

Nan Xiaohe couldn't believe it. He didn't have to dwell on who was lying here. The people from the three academies who will participate in this operation are all the best elite masters of the three academies. But right now, just looking at the casualties in this valley, a rough estimate of the strength of the three major academies is enough to go back ten years. What's even more terrifying is that the three major academies have sacrificed their strength for ten years, but they don't seem to have brought any casualties to the Beidou Academy. There is a trace of the Beidou Academy in front of me. Some were just the guy who moved in the pile of corpses, waved his hand at them eerily twice, and then froze.

Could it be that he did it alone?

After all, this idea against the sky still got into Nan Xiaohe's mind, because the situation in front of him really couldn't make him think of any other possibility.

So he hurriedly reminded Murosu to be careful. If the casualties in this valley are only done by this one person, then it doesn't matter if he is the master of the Nandang Gate or the room. I'm afraid it's not enough to see in front of people.

But in the entire continent, I am afraid that there are only six masters who can easily suppress them at this level, is this one in front of ......

"Didn't you notice, that guy has reached his limit, and his strength is exhausted. Murojuku gritted his teeth and said.

So, after all, this guy did it alone! But this guy is thin and small, and he looks like a teenager, and he doesn't look like any of the six. Who is this man?

Nan Xiaohe was still puzzled, but Murosu had already strode up, and there was an exclamation behind the two, Nan Xiaohe looked back and saw that it was the Canghai Island Master of the Missing Yue Academy who finally walked into this valley after the two of them, and he was not calm in an instant.

Nan Xiaohe didn't care about explaining, and Murosu had already stepped in front of the man in a few steps. And the man's right hand, which had been waved twice before, was now hanging down weakly.

Nan Xiaohe glanced at the bisu who had been put down by Muroju, and was sure that he had lost his breath. This is the only remaining senior master in the cultivation world. And he died in this valley to do such a thing. Could it really be the boy in front of him that he couldn't even recognize?

"Who is it?" and at this moment, Murojuku's roar echoed through the valley again.

Nan Xiaohe's idea of going against the sky, even if Murosu would think of it, he would never accept it.

That's his teacher, who is old, but he is old and strong. There is also a divine martial seal on his body, even if it is the six strong people, the teacher is not incapable of fighting. Such a strange boy in front of him is the murderer of the teacher? He didn't believe it, and he wouldn't believe it anyway.

"Who is it?"

He asked with a growl. The sound was imbued with courage, like a sharp blade reverberating in the valley. Lu Ping, who was close to him, suddenly had a blood flower on his face, and his face had been hurt by the sound wave.

Who is it?

He vaguely heard what seemed to be the voice, as if it was a question, but he really didn't have the strength to answer, he didn't even have the strength to think.

Tired.

From the body, to the strength of the spirit, every inch of his body, but everything that is still part of his body, is so tired.

He opened his eyes, but he was too tired to see what was in front of him.

He heard the voice, but he was too tired to hear what it was saying.

He raised his hand because he heard the voice, because he wanted to come and ask for it, but his movements were not fast, and his strength could not be used anymore.

He had indeed reached his limit, and after knocking down the three great academy men who filled the valley, he used up all the energy he had expended. The last time I felt this feeling of exhaustion was when I escaped from the organization. He killed all the pursuers and walked in the snowfield with Su Tang on his back. The ecstasy was blocked by a gap that had been temporarily opened, and the confinement was gradually restored. Without the strength of courage, he was just a teenager who was thinner than ordinary children. He carried Su Tang on his back and kept walking like that, he didn't know the direction, he didn't know where he was going, he just headed forward. He walked for a long time, fell and got up. Until he couldn't walk at all, he remembered that he was the same as today, he still didn't fall after all, and finally felt that he could continue to move forward.

At that time, he finally took another step forward.

So now that I am now, I should be able to make another move, right?

"Who is it?!" Murojuku roared for the third time, roaring for the third time. He lost his mind a little, but he could still see that the person in front of him, I am afraid that even his mind has been blurred, from here he can't ask anything, this third roar is already an attack, and the sound wave is like a heavy hammer, rushing towards Lu Ping's drooping head.

Lu Ping's head was raised at this moment, and his already godless eyes suddenly lit up again. What came to mind was a large expanse of dazzling snow white, with no edge or end, and he was just looking ahead.

One more step away.

There was only one thought in his heart.

Then he heard a roar. He didn't hear what he was shouting, and he didn't intend to hear it. When he heard a voice, he subconsciously moved.

One more step away.

He thought as he waved his hand.

Fast and accurate.

A sign!

The power of courage popped out from Lu Ping's fingertips, and he was already unconscious, and there was only one thought left in his chest - carrying Su Tang on his back and continuing to walk.

The power of courage is formed.

Punch, sound, qi, pivot, force, refinement. There's everything. If the sound wave of Murosu is like a heavy hammer, then what Lu Ping's finger pops out is also a heavy hammer, and it is still a sharp sword, but it is just a million heavy hammers and ten thousand sharp swords.

A man who looked like he was dying suddenly struck such a blow, and the nearby Murosu didn't react at all. His attack was shattered, and his men were struck by the thousands of hammers and thousands of swords. Fly straight out.

The sudden change caught Nan Xiaohe and Canghai off guard, and as soon as the idea of helping came up, Murojuku had already flown past them with a roar. All they could do was turn their heads to look, and that's it, their eyes were still a little out of sight.

Syllable!

Murojuku, who flew straight out, crashed straight into the mountain wall, and there was a "pop" sound. Nan Xiaohe and Canghai both heard this voice first, and then their eyes caught up. But they couldn't find any more lodgings.

On the mountain wall, shattered rocks are flying. What was left on the mountain wall was only a bloodstain.

Shattered.

The wall of the room, one of the seven houses of Xuanwu, was hit by this blow and shattered. There was no flesh and bone left, no trace of the strength of the spirit, and it was so cleanly broken. All that remained was a trail of blood on the mountain wall.

What kind of power is this?

Nan Xiaohe and Canghai opened their mouths together, and when their eyes touched slightly, they both saw a word in each other's eyes: escape.

It is unimaginable for anyone to let the two top powerhouses of the four dignified countries want to escape so simply. But what's even more terrifying is that neither of them moved.

It's not that you can't put down your body. It's not that they are still holding on to any beliefs, and the two of them don't move, just because they don't dare.

The one in front of him is a strong man who raised his hand and beat the Murosu with their name into a bloodstain. They are afraid that they will run away and die faster.

They turned their heads slightly, carefully looking away. Then I saw the one in the pile of corpses, and moved forward with great difficulty.

Lu Ping has no opponent in his eyes, and he can still take a step, which is the idea he insists on at this time.

"It's a return to the light!" This step made Nan Xiaohe and Canghai completely recognize Lu Ping. The blow just now was terrifying, but it was Lu Ping's last breath of death.

Such a terrible enemy, how could he give him another chance to regain his breath? At this moment, Nan Xiaohe and Canghai had the same heart. I was so scared before, but Lu Ping's strength was too crushing. Now that they see the opportunity, neither of them is someone who does not have the courage to take risks. The figure was like electricity, and Qi rushed towards Lu Ping.

Looking at the two figures, Lu Ping didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. It's as if the snowflakes that fell in the snowfield last time could only watch them bury themselves after they had squeezed out the last bit of strength to take that step.

Last time, he finally met the dean and brought him and Su Tang back to the Wind Picking Academy.

And this time?

There will be no more deans this time, but fortunately, there is no Su Tang this time.

Thinking of this, Lu Ping couldn't help but smile. In the midst of a pile of corpses, covered in blood, and in front of two sharp killing moves, he laughed very naturally.

This......

Seeing this smile, Nan Xiaohe and Canghai's hearts suddenly tightened, but they had rushed to this point and had no way out.

The figures were staggered, and the two figures drew a perfect cross, passing past where Lu Ping was standing.

It's done?

No!

Both of them immediately sensed that a force of courage was coming and going at an unimaginable speed.

The two figures were staggered, and the young man who was still smiling when he was dying was gone, leaving only a tail with a streamer. At the moment when the two of them were killing and couldn't wait, Lu Ping was forcibly taken away from here.

Who?

Sensing the remnants of the power, the two looked upward, and the tails of the streamer flew straight out of the valley.

They didn't know where this man came from, but they saw that he came and walked as soon as he said, as if the distance and distance did not exist at all.

Nan Xiaohe and Canghai glanced at each other.

"The end of the world is at hand. ”

"Kaiyang Guo has no technique. ”

Yesterday there was a place where I made a mistake. The new appearance of Nantian Academy's cute Xiaohe Gate Master is the Nandang Gate Master. Donglin writes more and is used to writing Nanlin, which has been revised. (To be continued.) )