"An ordinary martial arts, taught by word and deed, many people may not be able to know the essence in two years, I just risked my life to steal the learning, but gradually mastered the mastery of this famous legend of the Federation, after condensing the qi, it can be perfectly displayed, maybe no one will believe it, because it is too bizarre, but this is the truth. ”

Bai Liuyi was speechless, but his breathing turned into breathing through his mouth.

She couldn't question it, she was just shocked.

The display of Han Xu is the best fact, this is the unique learning that has been lost in the world, and the White Emperor's own daughter has not been inherited - "Lingfeng Divine Spectrum"!

As soon as Han Xu shook his hands, the whirlwind disappeared, because this wonderful martial art caused the aura above the dust that he exuded from the inside out to dissipate with it.

His hair fell slightly, and his tone slowly fell.

"It took me ten years to evolve a part of this martial art into a pure leg technique, and this is the origin of my Ling Feng Divine Spectrum. ”

He noticed that Bai Liuyi's fingertips were embedded in the flesh of his palm, and this detail was quickly blurred in his blurred eyes.

The conversation returned to the White Emperor.

"I took care of his daily life, but he never spoke to me, just cold orders, I noticed the monotony of his life, and he sometimes left secretly, and I think that's how he left the mountains, went out into the world, and asked for the only news in the world that he cared about, and that was probably the only thing he cared about.

I tried to plan an escape by calculating when he left and when he returned, but found that even if I could accurately calculate all the times, it would be impossible to escape from his control before he returned.

I can't do anything, he is like a real emperor, ruling us completely.

I put the word 'ten' on the stone to silently calculate the number of days I will survive here, and I will leave here almost forever.

For the next two years, we continued to wander in a place that was isolated, with no internet and no electricity, as if it were another world.

Time passed, there were fewer and fewer people around him, and the slowdown had not yet diminished, I slowly began to realize that this was not a survival of the fittest from beginning to end, but a complete never-ending screening, he never planned to cultivate a batch of poisonous fruits, one of which was enough to poison the Nangong bat;

"Survival" is not a game of survival at all, but an endless game of death, dying to the point where only the final winner is born.

I began to panic, I began to feel uneasy, but everything still needs to go according to plan, to ensure that I am alive again and again,

Soon there were only five children left, me, and the king who could do almost anything, and a girl, and two boys who were a little older than us. Each of the five of us has its own strengths and weaknesses, each has its own talents, in short, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low.

Since then, he has started to teach us more, he has taught us the art of killing, almost all the techniques that he knows that have nothing to do with the vitality and mental power, and he has been at the peak of his life, and many, many experiences, have begun to be taught to us separately.

We're getting stronger, so strong that we can't be as strong as a child of a few years old.

He excavates our talents to the extreme, he exploits us to the extreme, and he looks at us as if he is looking at the perfect machine, his perfect work.

He admires the godlessness in our eyes, appreciates our cold-blooded ruthlessness, and appreciates our talent that has been tapped to the fullest because of him.

I think at that time, he was very sure that any of us had the possibility of challenging Nangong Bat in the future.

You are all building the foundation, and you have achieved the ultimate in building the foundation, but you can all be stronger, and among you, you can also divide the strongest. ’

That's right, what I've been guessing happened, and he started killing each other with the five of our eldest children, who were only nine years old, until, the last two, survived.

From beginning to end, more than a hundred of our children, no matter how hard we tried and how tenacious our previous monetization was, could not change the fact that it was death.

We could not resist his orders, and this cruel flower of slaughter, opened.

The five of us were scattered in the huge mountain forest and began to search for and hunt each other. I hid in a cave because I couldn't be completely ruthless enough to kill the rest of the children, especially the king.

The two boys met on the first day, one died on the first day, and the one who was still alive was cut off with an axe by the other boy.

He did not stop, and after simply bandaging himself, he began to look for another prey, and half a month later, he ran into the king.

He had broken a leg, and he knew that he wanted to be the last survivor and couldn't fight hard, so he set a lot of traps early, all of which were so cruel that they were deadly, such as a trap full of highly poisonous bamboo tips, or an equally quenched iron nail in the grass of the bushes, which could kill if the flesh was broken...... However, Wang Du evaded his design and ended up fighting with him. He had too much of a disadvantage after breaking a leg, and the last one to survive was the king.

And I, a month later, met the girl who was the only one of the five.

The girl was defenseless, covered in mud and covered in bloody wounds, lying at the door of the cave, dying. She told me that they had plotted against her, and that she had escaped with her life.

I could have easily killed her, who was so powerless that she closed her eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

I struggled, but I also knew that only one of us could live, and if she didn't die, I would die.

I stepped forward and looked at her lying on the ground, her face as young as any child, the innocence and fragility of the child who had been so devastated all these years, and who was still present on her face at this moment.

I can't do it.

I don't think anyone can do it, she's just a child, and I'm just a child. Her face was filled with a desire to survive, and my eyes were full of confusion.

I chose to give up.

But when I crouched down and took off my clothes to her, all the innocence and fear of death on her face vanished, replaced by untired fierceness, and her hand locked my throat in an instant.

Her claws are sharp, and she is half dying.

She cultivates martial arts, she is a genius, at this age, she has no vitality, just a claw technique, and she can still easily lock my throat.

She was deceived from beginning to end, she was luring me into the bait, there was nothing conspired against at all, from beginning to end, it was a bitter meat!

But...... Before her hand could lock my throat, my dagger stabbed her in the heart.

She didn't lie to me, and neither did I, she thought so weakly. ”

Han Xu looked up at Bai Liuyi, whose lips trembled, and said, "The child he taught, the eight-year-old demon, me and her, are both.

All of us, all of us. ”

......

Han Xu got up and poured a glass of water and drank it all.

After a few minutes, I returned to my position.

"In the end, I don't know whether it was a blessing or a misfortune, only me and him, the king. I became the last two children in this huge mountain.

Everything is going on as usual. The story doesn't end there, though.

Perhaps in the original idea of the White Emperor, two children were domesticated to accept his subsequent casting, but because it was me and the king who survived in the end, his original idea changed again.

There is still friendship between me and Wang. It's hard to erase such a thing, and even if you have a previous experience, you can't really disappear.

He didn't allow us to be friends with each other.

A strong person cannot have friends.

So between the two of us, one must still die. Perhaps, this is the final survival game.

He has not yet given this order for us to carry it out, and the king and I can guess the final outcome. So the two of us began to have a plan in mind.

That is, die together.

The two boys, fed up and not wanting to live anymore, knew no hatred in my heart at that time, only deep exhaustion and hope for relief.

I don't want to go on like this anymore, I don't want to kill people who don't want to kill anymore, I don't want to be the cold weapon that the White Emperor wants...... And if you are powerless to resist, there is only the end.

However, before he could ask for the last slaughter between the two of us, he went mad.

It's no longer for martial arts, crazy for power, but crazy in the real sense.

It was a rainy afternoon, the sky was as dark as night, he cried bitterly, he broke down, he smashed three mountains, his roar tore the sky apart.

I have never seen such a White Emperor, and I have never seen him have big emotions.

A generation of Tianjiao, the White Emperor - Bai Ling, is thorough and crazy.

Because of Nangong Bat, the Imperial City of the Divine Palace was defeated and died.

He has been crazy for so many years, the people who want to surpass every minute, the people he tried everything to defeat, died. ”

Under Bai Liuyi's eyes, two lines of clear tears flowed down, she was very painful, and the interweaving of emotions such as pain and indifference in her eyes was also revealing the bloody reality like her.

"He went crazy for three days and three nights, and the vast mountains and forests were in ruins. He finally fell to his knees in front of the wooden house, as if he had been transformed into a statue, and his mouth was only a heartless mutter.

At that time, he was just an ordinary person.

I looked at him, and watched the rain wet his shoulder-length hair, and it seemed that it was not the rain that flowed down his whole head, but the blood of countless people.

I picked up the firewood knife that I used to chop wood to make a fire for him, and easily cut off his head.

The White Emperor, a generation of Tianjiao White Emperor, was easily killed by a child under the age of eight. ”

The way of death of legends, perhaps most of them are not so legendary. The long-cherished enemy in his eyes did not wait for the day when he stood at the real peak, and he fell, and the White Emperor, who had been martial all his life, also died easily in the hands of a child.

Bai Liuyi's tears kept falling, and sobbing followed.

She cried very suppressed, unwilling to be heard, but the sound was still like the sound of rain and thunder that the thick walls could not stop, interspersed throughout the room.

Han Xu stood up, looked down at her, and said, "He gave me a lot, pain, and strength, but, just like you think, I confess."

I, kill the White Emperor. ”