The gravity, the drawing of the sword of the cave yin, the spiritual attack of the eight Sipa, the technique of Genghis Khan's fear of the immortal trapping of the Sun Buddha, and the supreme martial arts of the violent ape, all the same, the moves are unleashed, the moves change quickly, and all of them are the strongest moves of other masters, although the power is not as strong as the original master, but it still causes a lot of trouble to the Netherworld Master.

In the face of such an offensive, the Netherworld Sect Master can only use the Great Dream Sword to resist, but it is a pity that the Netherworld Sect Master's strongest move, the Great Dream Millennium Fang Juexiao, cannot be used because Shizhong Mountain is broken, otherwise with the strength of the Netherworld Sect Master, he would have been able to take down Zhuang Wangu, whose mana has been greatly damaged. Having lost the strongest move, the Netherworld Sect Master only has an absolute advantage in mana, but Zhuang Wangu's speed is not slower than the Netherworld Sect Master, and he is really annoyed, so he smashes the planet and forces the Netherworld Master to retreat.

However, even if this is the case, the Netherworld Sect Master also has the absolute upper hand, while Zhuang Wangu is at the bottom of the wind, and his mana is inferior, so he can't help it. At this moment, the Netherworld Sect Master's Great Dream Sword has been entangled to the extreme, shattering Xiuxiu's sword intent, and the dream of tens of billions of people reappeared in an instant, and at this moment Zhuang Wangu was also forced to fight hard, fist to fist, and the two fists collided together. The Mana of the Netherworld Sect Master is much better than Zhuang Wangu, and with this blow, Zhuang Wangu was injured and retreated, coughing up blood.

It's just that in this encounter, there are obviously variables, and the Netherworld Sect Master even retreated, and in the blow just now, he was more seriously injured. The mana that Zhuang Wangu had just lost to fight with himself was extremely violent, and he couldn't fight head-on at all.

Coughing up blood and sprinkling it on the snow-white clothes, at this moment, the image of the white-clothed Shengxue of the Netherworld Sect Master just now was completely broken, staring at Zhuang Wangu: "What kind of move is this?" ”

"In the past, you led me to five hundred generations ago, I was on the Fusang Divine Tree, watching the universe break, the so-called universe shattering, in fact, is also a kind of space shattering, and I grasp the space, so I figured out this trick, this trick is called cosmic cracking." The previous ones had the intention of deliberately seducing the Netherworld Sect Master, and finally attracted the Netherworld Sect Master to fight with him head-on, fist to fist, in order to cause the Netherworld Sect Master to be seriously injured, and with the powerful move of the Cosmic Split, there were few quasi-sect masters who dared to confront Zhuang Wangu head-on.

Of course, the greater the power, the greater the mana consumption required, Zhuang Wangu's cosmic crack move, if he can't hit the enemy, the mana he loses will be terrifying. But fortunately, the Netherworld Sect Master had already been careless, so he was able to hit the shot.

At this time, Zhuang Wangu's mana was almost exhausted, and the Netherworld Sect Master was seriously injured, the two of them fell to the ground at the same time, the Red Dragon Blood-Devouring Sword was inserted into the ground, Zhuang Wangu closed his eyes and slowly recovered his mana, but in this strange array, he couldn't recover a little mana at all. At this time, Zhuang Wangu suddenly remembered the ball of lightning, and the Shaoxian Mountain was turned into a ball of thunder and lightning by itself and sealed into **, at this time, there was not much energy in the body, so why not release the ball of thunder and lightning.

Zhuang Wangu is releasing the energy of the ball of thunder and lightning, this kind of energy that is extremely violent, it still has to be released slowly. And the Nether Sect Master is also buying time to heal, and it depends on who recovers first. Tick, tick, it's the sound of raindrops falling.

After so long of dense clouds and no rain, finally raindrops began to fall. And immediately after that, there was a raging storm, Zhuang Wangu was still releasing the ball of thunder and lightning, and the Netherworld Sect Master was still healing, and the torrential rain washed over the two silver-haired people, two powerful and noble people, but now in this heavy rain, they were drenched like drowning chickens.

A pillar of incense was about to burn to the end, and soon the netherworld fire in the sky was about to fall, and the Netherworld Sect Master said while healing: "Zhuang Wangu, can you still stand up?" If you don't stand up, the Jiao Demon King and his wife will be reduced to ashes under the fire of the Netherworld. The opening stimulated Zhuang Wangu, and he wanted to use words to distract Zhuang Wangu a little, and the speed of releasing the ball of thunder and lightning was slower.

Zhuang Wangu was the first to stand up, his whole body was filled with the energy of thunder and lightning, and the energy of the entire Shaoxian Mountain Thunder Jade was inhaled into Zhuang Wangu's body, and the thunder and lightning energy was originally extremely violent. It's just that at this time, I can also feel that the Netherworld Master's injuries have improved a lot, and he can fight, and he can't solve the Netherworld Master for a while.

When he used it in an instant, when his whole body was full of thunder and lightning energy, he used it in an instant, and the thunder and lightning under his feet were terrifying, and the Netherworld Sect Master did not stop him, and let Zhuang Wangu break into the attic behind him, he already knew the scene.

Zhuang Wangu froze, completely frozen, above the attic, the Jiao Demon King leaned quietly on the chair railing in the attic, and Mrs. Pian was lying in the arms of the Jiao Demon King, if it weren't for the sword that was wearing the two people's bodies, there was really a feeling of leaning on the building. The rainstorm was slightly oblique, the bodies of the Jiao Demon King and Mrs. Pian were in the rainstorm, and the faces of the two people had happy smiles, happy and peaceful, at the last moment of their lives, the two people who were attached to each other did not have the slightest pain.

Zhuang Wangu naturally understood that the Jiao Demon King and Mrs. Lian committed suicide, and Zhuang Wangu couldn't help but think of the words of the Jiao Demon King in the past: "Xiao Lian wants to return to her hometown before she dies, her prosperous south of the Yangtze River, the hometown of small bridges and flowing water and ancient alleys, and the hometown of drizzle paper umbrellas, her last wish, how can I fulfill it." "Jiao Demon King, Mrs. Jiao's last wish, it seems that you haven't fulfilled it.

The Jiao Demon King and Mrs. Pian were immortalized in the torrential rain.

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The red dragon blood-swallowing sword in the sting, fell on the water, the red dragon was too inserted in the ground, Zhuang Wangu pillared the red dragon blood-swallowing sword, at this time he really wanted to be bitter, but there was a feeling, he couldn't cry, he couldn't cry, he couldn't cry, he was bitter.

In the dark, I lost another friend, a very good friend.

The Netherworld Master's injuries have also been almost healed, at least he can already do it, I don't know when, he actually found an oil-paper umbrella, holding the oil-paper umbrella, the Netherworld Sect Master has used mana to wipe all the blood stains on the snow-white clothes with rain, and it is still white-clothed and snowy.

Standing behind Zhuang Wangu, he didn't make a move, but Lang said: "More than a hundred years ago, Cui Hu raised the Jinshi Budi, Qingming traveled alone to the south of the capital, walked to a village residence, there were flowers and trees growing in it, and the door was fastened for a long time, and a woman asked from the door where it came from. Cui Hu said: "Looking for spring alone, wine thirsty for drink." 'The woman opened the customs and reached it with water. Leaning on the small peach obliquely, it stands alone, and the meaning is very generous. Cui Hu resigned, and the woman was sent to the door, as if she was overwhelmed. Never again. When it was Qingming next year, Cui Hujing went to find it, and the courtyard was the same, but the woman was no longer there. ”

"For this reason, Cui Hu composed a poem: In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face reflected red, and the human face did not know where to go, and the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze." The Netherworld Sect Master held an oil-paper umbrella: "Friends in the past, brothers in the past, comrades-in-arms of the Dark Buddha Land, Lion's Roar Mountain has joined forces to fight again." ”

"It's a pity that the Si people have passed away, only you are left, it is: the human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze, which is sad and lamentable." The Netherworld Sect Master held an umbrella in one hand and sighed as he seemed to have infinite regret, and said with great grace.

Almost, it's the final decisive battle, just now the Netherworld Sect Master has already called the three people of Mosquito Daoren, Naluo, and Little Black Star Jun, roll as far as they want, this last battle, without the intervention of other people, the last battle of the old enemy, there are only two people who exist in this Ziwei Imperial City.

In the huge Ziwei Imperial City, there were only two living people at this time, Zhuang Wangu and the Netherworld Sect Master. Lightning and thunder, the Netherworld Sect Master thought that the final battle between himself and Zhuang Wangu did not need to be watched by others, only himself and him.

The Netherworld Sect Master quietly looked at Zhuang Wangu's back, holding the back of his sword in the rain, he could afford to wait, wait for Zhuang Wangu to stand up, hold the sword again and fight, the master of the Three Realms, the hero of the world, the most worthy of battle, is undoubtedly the one who is kneeling in the water now.

In Zhuang Wangu, the Netherworld Sect Master saw the shadow of himself when he was a silver-haired scholar before, just like himself in the past, but Zhuang Wangu's persistence and blood, how long can it exist, and the Netherworld Sect mainly destroyed his persistence and blood.

Bai Xi's powerful hand was held on the hilt of the Red Dragon Sword, Zhuang Wangu regained his grip on the sword, holding it steadily without a trace of trembling, the Red Dragon Blood-Devouring Sword was heavily inserted into the ground, and at this moment, a purple thunderbolt no less than ten zhang wide and ten thousand zhang high rushed straight into the sky. The thunder-colored purple lightning with Zhuang Wangu as the center rushed into the sky, and the thunder and lightning in the heavenly realm were really not worth mentioning compared to it.

Zhuang Wangu turned his head, his eyes were still very clear: "I only say one thing, I want to kill you." "A very simple sentence, after saying this, Zhuang Wangu stepped in an instant, stepping out of the lightning in the void, the Netherworld Sect Master's fighting spirit was great, at this moment, he forgot what revolutionary cause, forgot to be established on the Nine Heavens, he only remembered one thing, and the old enemy Zhuang Wangu, separated a high. Obviously, at this moment, the defeat of the old enemy Zhuang Wangu has been placed in the same position as the revolutionary cause by the Netherworld Sect Master.

The Nether Sect Master's body is only for these two things. Zhuang Wangu's Red Dragon Blood-Swallowing Sword, the Netherworld Sect Master's Great Sword Dream, fought one move after another, the two of them fought fast, and flew fast at the same time, but every blow of Zhuang Wangu had to bring up a thunderous sound, and the Netherworld Sect Master's Great Dream Sword naturally needless to say, and Zhuang Wangu's Red Dragon Blood Devouring Sword was obviously not easy to mess with, no need to stab, as long as it was very close to the Red Dragon Blood Devouring Sword, his body would be slightly numb.

Of course, the move of Cosmic Crack is really unusable, that move consumes too much mana, and if it is not hit, the mana lost is not something that Zhuang Wangu can replenish now. It just so happened that the Netherworld Master's strongest trick couldn't be used, and the two of them used small moves against small moves. But even if it was just a small move, if it was hit by the other party, it would be extremely painful, and the moves of the level of the Netherworld Sect Master and Zhuang Wangu were originally extremely lethal.

It is a fierce battle of thousands of moves, chess opponents, will meet good materials, if it is other circumstances, the two would have stopped fighting a long time ago, but this time, they must fight, they must be divided into life and death, not only because of the fate of the same life, the fate of a life to return to heaven, but also because of the self-slaughter of the Jiao Demon King and Mrs. Pian.

"Wow!" Zhuang Wangu's Red Dragon Sword stabbed the Netherworld Sect Master, the blood rushed wildly, and the whole body was paralyzed, and at the same moment, the Netherworld Sect Master's Great Dream Sword also stabbed Zhuang Wangu, and immediately fell into the Ten Billion Dream Realm of the Great Dream Sword, and the mana was consumed to the point that the oil was almost exhausted, and he was exhausted, so naturally he was most likely to fall into the demons in his heart, one dream after another, and the reincarnation of one life after another, constantly weakening Zhuang Wangu's sanity.

The Netherworld Sect Master is stopping the bleeding, but his whole body is paralyzed, he is trying to break free from the effect of the Red Dragon Sword, Zhuang Wangu is also working hard, wanting to get out of the dream of the Great Dream Sword, it can be said that now the two of them, no matter which one can move first, can put the other person to death.

Which one can move first? Both of them are close to running out of oil at this time, and if they move first, they will decide which of the winners and losers of this battle will be. The rainstorm is still falling, and the Netherworld Sect Master at this time is no longer elegant, and Zhuang Wangu, the two quasi-sect masters of the hall, in the rain, can only use two words to describe the two people at this time: "embarrassed", if you want to use four words, it is "embarrassed".

At the same time, at the same time, the Netherworld Sect Master's fingers moved slightly, holding it on the Great Dream Sword, the paralysis had been lifted, and he was about to kill Zhuang Wangu, but Zhuang Wangu also happened to wake up from the dream of the Great Dream Sword at this time, and he also held the Red Dragon Blood Devouring Sword in his hand.

Without any hesitation, the two of them took out their swords at the same time, almost condensed their last bit of mana into this sword, and began to run at the same time, the sword was shooting at the same time, the same speed of the sword, and finally the sword was in one place in the air.

Red Dragon and Big Dream fought, and both of them were almost exhausted of mana, so at this moment, the two of them were competing for a little more mana, as long as they had a little more, they would be the winners. Lingering dreams, thunder and lightning, blood dragon dance, the red dragon sword and the big dream sword, the sword of the old enemy, do the final confrontation.

The Great Dream Sword overwhelmed the Red Dragon Sword little by little, and the injury was heavier for the Netherworld Sect Master, but the mana was also deeper for the Netherworld Sect Master, so at this time, the Netherworld Sect Master had the upper hand, and the Great Dream Sword kept pressing towards Zhuang Wangu's neck.

Era, Destiny, is it still the Netherworld Sect Master who chooses in the end? The one who is connected with the same fate, one life returns to heaven, and the one who returns to heaven is Zhuang Wangu? At this time, Zhuang Wangu was also unable to do it, his mana was exhausted, his strength was exhausted, he was not an almighty sky, he was just a god, and he had things that he couldn't do. I'm willing to die like this, no! Zhuang Wangu's eyebrows gathered, and the last mana was used, and at this moment, lightning flashed and thundered, and the final blow finally appeared.

The next moment, the cold light flashed, and Zhuang Wangu knelt in the rain, four feet away from the place where he started to stand. And on that side, the Netherworld Sect Master still stood straight, who won and who lost this battle, tick-tock, blood was left by Zhuang Wangu's right hand, and in the last blow just now, Zhuang Wangu's right hand was stabbed by the Great Dream Sword.

The Netherworld Sect Master didn't look back, still standing straight: "The last time I failed, it was defeated by the will of heaven, and the will of heaven wanted to destroy my Shizhong Mountain, but this time I failed, but I was defeated by my own mistakes, the Great Dream Sword and the Great Dream Sword were made by the dreams of tens of billions of people, and I had no strength, but my mana was there, and it was the unparalleled divine weapon in the world, and my mana was exhausted to this point, and the Great Dream Sword would naturally be cut off by the real unparalleled evil soldier Red Dragon Blood Devouring Sword in your hand." ”

"What I didn't expect was that I set up so many heavy ambushes, consuming forty percent of your mana first, and in the end, I was forced to this step by you, it seems that I can't defeat you without Shi Zhongshan in my hands." The Netherworld Sect Master said quite simply: "In this battle, I lost, you won, and the one who returned to heaven seems to be me." ”

After saying this, the Netherworld Sect Master seems to have changed, and it seems to have become the silver-haired scholar I saw in the Land Mountain Temple in the past, the silver-haired scholar with peerless talent, talent, and amazing talent, but he had no choice but to serve the country, and his self-written military book was destroyed, and his wife was taken away, at this moment, the shadow of the Netherworld Sect Master is getting weaker and fainter, and the shadow of the silver-haired scholar is getting heavier and heavier, it turns out that in the deepest part of his heart, the Netherworld Sect Master has not forgotten his past years.

"Remembering the old years......" Before he died, all the disguises were removed, and he was still the silver-haired scholar, who was in the Land Mountain Temple, and the silver-haired scholar also asked Zhuang Wangu for a sip of wine: "Recalling the past years, I wanted to help the world at the same time, but my future was ruined, I wanted to be poor and alone, but my wife was taken away." ”

"The world is so big, but there is no place for me, I am forced. So I kill, I run amok, I dominate, I am arrogant, in fact, I am just covering up my own weakness. The silver-haired scholar looked into the distance lightly, as if he had returned to the past.

The silver-haired scholar's eyes were the most profound at this time, and they contained many, many things, including his elegance, his pride, his weakness, his inferiority, his gentleness, his contradictions, his strength, his downfall, his indulgence and self-confidence, his amazing talent, and his almost crazy persistence......

His whole life, all his all, is contained in this last look.

The rainstorm in the sky was still falling, Zhuang Wangu reluctantly stood up, and the silver-haired scholar said: "Zhuang Wangu, in my life, is it wrong? Or right? "At the end of his life, when his original personality emerged, the Nether Sect Master finally hesitated.

Zhuang Wangu straightened up: "I don't know, I don't know if you're right or wrong, I'm not a big hero, nor am I a saint without any shortcomings, I'm not qualified to judge whether a person is right or wrong." Especially a complex person like you, a complicated life. ”

"I only know my own affairs, on the basis of not harming others, let my relatives and friends be the happiest, as for acting, it is enough to be worthy of this heaven, worthy of this thick earth, and have a clear conscience." Zhuang Wangu replied in a deep voice