"Can the Holy Son win tomorrow?"

"It must be possible, evil is invincible, then Murong Cha is so evil, how can he defeat the Holy Son. ”

"The Holy Son was able to defeat her once three years ago, and today he can defeat her a second time. ”

"But the Holy Son is completely different from before, I heard my senior sister say that the Holy Son in the past gave her a very uncomfortable feeling, hmm... The yin qi is too heavy, and the people are too cold. But it is good to have such a Son now. ”

"That's right, how can an ugly woman like Murong Cha defeat the Holy Son?"

The heroines were talking.

It was dissected from the perspective of various looks and justice.

But...

After all, there are a few people who are so obsessed with Xia Ji.

More people still have the almost invincible image of Murong Tea in their minds these days.

Especially in the daytime, the madness when he stepped on the head of the Liangzhou hero, the violence on his face, the eyeball necklace around his neck... It's simply impressive, creepy, and cowardly by three points before the fight.

Coupled with that terrifying blood, I am afraid that if I have ten percent strength, I can only play six or seven percent.

They compare their hearts to their hearts and bring themselves into the Son's present position.

Suddenly, my heart beat faster, and my blood flowed faster.

It seems that just thinking about it, I started to get nervous and lose sleep.

And what about the Son?

Whoever they were, whatever they were doing, would cast their eyes on the edge of the canyon, at the young man who sat alone under the moon, far away from everyone.

The black and gold cloak spread out on the grass that had dried yellow, and under the bright moon, there were still fallen leaves stacking on top of each other.

He seemed to be one with heaven and earth.

It also seems to give people a sense of mystery.

Heavy, indulgent, seemingly present and non-present, and lonely.

The dawn of the Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived.

The Holy Son lay lazily on the grass, with a knife as a long pillow, and heaven and earth as a bed.

The people watching the game were crazy nervous.

And he seems to be the least nervous person.

Still, he was immersed in the realization.

This is the fifth question.

Every time he asks, his heart seems to be firmer, and he will see more clearly the "world of meaning" hidden in the hazy world.

What kind of world is that?

He felt that he might be like a toddler, and he accidentally took a few steps forward, only to accidentally see the huge palace.

He was a little surprised as to why he used the phrase "world of meaning" to describe this feeling, but was it really a world?

But the materialism of his previous life was still influencing him, and although he had seen the curse and the black egg, he still believed that it was something he had not understood.

And not something idealistic.

Time passed quickly.

He had been lying quietly and looking at the clouds.

No one dared to come and bring him food, and the Son had said that if he was hungry, he would come by himself.

However, he ate all day.

Until nightfall.

The full moon rises.

Xia Jicai got up, put the Baizhan knife back on his broad back, and stepped out, his figure turned out to be more than ten meters away.

In three or two steps, he went straight to the blood-stained plain.

"The Son hasn't eaten yet!!"

"I haven't eaten for a day. ”

"This is not strong, how can you fight?"

Whether it is Lin Jingyu or the knights of the rivers and lakes, they are all stupid.

Or rather, kneeling.

Holy Son, you looked at the bright moon last night, and today you are looking at the clouds, but you can't eat without food, so you go to the decisive battle.

Finally, a beautiful woman wrapped in a goose yellow dress couldn't help it, and she hurriedly chased after her, holding in her hand a hot chicken leg held in oiled paper, which had just been roasted, sprinkled with large salt particles, and still hot.

"Holy Son, will you eat something first?"

The woman in the goose yellow dress chased after her.

Lin Jingyu, on the other hand, had already reorganized 3,000 elite soldiers, arranged a phalanx on the slaughterhouse, and looked at the army of Dayan on the opposite side.

But Xia Ji is extremely fast, obviously giving people the feeling of walking under the moon, but the body is moving forward.

Even if the woman used her skills, she couldn't catch up at all, but the distance was getting farther and farther.

"Holy Son, eat something, even if it's for Da Wei, you must at least fill your stomach before you have the strength to exert all your strength!"

The words of the heroine represent the voice of most people.

Xia Ji finally paused.

He smiled sideways: "Put it first, and eat it after you finish." ”

After that, he didn't give any more explanation.

Three thousand men began to divide the way for him to walk.

Holy Son, with a sword, walks on the moon.

The wind blows the grass low, and the black clouds obscure the moonlight.

The army of Dayan on the opposite side seemed to have received some order a long time ago, full of energy, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes, looking at the Wei army on the opposite side, and looking at the Holy Son who was stepping over, it was like looking at a dead man.

The swords and shields of Great Wei knocked on the bangzi, and the axes and shields of Yan Kingdom also collided with each other.

The sound of the full moon made the night of the full moon boil.

In front of the battle, Murong Cha of the Shadow Academy Palace was stepping on a bloodstained human head, looking at the Holy Son not far away with a playful look, and suddenly she raised her hand, and all the elite soldiers behind her quieted down.

Lin Jingyu also raised his hand.

After that, this vast plain is the stage for two people, who are just spectators.

Elder Wisdom stood on the farthest high hill, looking at this place from a distance, he calculated the good and the bad, and naturally he would not bear the brunt of standing in the most dangerous place.

The wise do not stand under the wall.

However, the Son was on the front line in the fiercest and most turbulent situation.

But, who wins and who loses? Who lives and who dies? Who knows? Who can reveal?

Murong Cha licked his lips, and luckily raised his voice: "Gong Jiu, you are not dead yet, I heard that your skills are completely useless, and you have a strange poison in your body, but it is very uncomfortable." ”

Xia Ji was silent, he stepped in the moonlight, and walked alone to the much-anticipated Wei Yan border.

The Boundary Plate is marked with blood-red letters.

Wei!

Yan!

It was not red paint that was scribbled, but the blood of the souls buried in the ground!

Wei Yan's enmity has never been shared.

He stood more than 100 meters away from the boundary card, closed his eyes, and felt the silence in his heart.

Murong Cha rubbed his hands excitedly, with a red lotus around his waist, a mother hidden in his sleeve, and his blood-stained boots also moved forward, sneering arrogantly as he walked.

"I'm really happy to have you coming. But to be honest, I don't believe that you have regained your strength, even if you hold on, it is useless.

Do you know why I'm happy, because from now on, there will be one more jewel on my beautiful necklace, and that is you!

Hahahaha!!"

Wanton laughter, black clouds that obscure the moon, and dancing gales.

Xia Ji was still silent, he just slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the knife behind his back.

Murong Cha's lips showed a cruel arc, she restrained her mind, her whole body exuded a tyrannical aura, and the bloody aura gushed out, and everyone did not change color, only then did she know that she was just teasing the child when she fought against Zhao Xiong yesterday.

The rich almost substantive murderous aura makes even a master of the same level as her frightened, and it is good to be able to exert six or seven achievements in strength.

But the Son, wrapped in a black and gold cloak, remained still, as quiet as an island in the deepest ocean, the most violent tsunami.

His state of mind was not affected in the slightest.

He walked forward, without any strange movements, but only with the simplest and most simple running to show his heart.

The Holy Son held the knife and closed his eyes, his speed getting faster and faster, and gradually became a remnant.

Murong Cha laughed and ran as well.

This time, she gave up the Miao knife she used on weekdays, and directly replaced it with the Red Lotus Qi Breaking Knife given by Mr. Big, the knife broke through the internal force of a jiazi, and then counted her own unique strength, the internal force shield could no longer resist her own knife, which was the Iron Armor Treasure Knife, which would be shattered in an instant under the slashing of her own knife. What about the Holy Son?

Two afterimages, from east and west.

It seems to represent the martial arts of Wei and Yan, and they collide together.

Xia Ji opened his eyes suddenly, Liujiazi's internal force was carried out in the knife, and the sword of King's Landing was in the moonlight, awe, indulgence, cold, and hot, as if hiding an infinite back hand, and as if not moving like a mountain, and finally, it was a mysterious sense of loneliness.

Attached to the knife.

In a moment!

Knife to knife.

Hundred battles against the Red Lotus.

Click!

There was a crisp cracking sound.

Murong Cha couldn't help but be overjoyed, and as expected, Gong Jiu's knife shattered.

If you have no less energy left, you can break your anger and kill the other party directly.

After that, the other party's 3,000 elite soldiers will be dumped, so that the momentum of Wei will fall to the bottom, and Dayan will swallow Wei, just around the corner!

I'm done!

But the next moment, a trace of strangeness and ominousness suddenly flashed in her heart, her right shoulder suddenly cooled, and the induction with the Red Lotus Knife was completely lost, and then a sharp pain from the tearing bones came.

Under the ice bloom, the Red Lotus Knife was broken in two, and her arm was also directly cut off by the devastation!

However, the momentum of that knife is not exhausted.

The infinite wave of qi left a knife mark more than ten meters long on the ground behind Murong Cha.

The knife qi penetrated the boundary card of Yan Kingdom, and the word "Yan" was divided in one sword!

The mud and rocks are splashing, and the momentum is amazing!

The domineering spirit of this knife is suffocating!

The military formations on both sides, the heroes of the rivers and lakes are silent.

When she was not fighting, Murong Cha was so arrogant and domineering, how invincible, and the people from the rivers and lakes of Wei were always like rats and cats in her hands, extremely sad and angry, but helpless.

Correct.

Today.

The Holy Son stepped on the full moon, came from the west, and slew the enemy with a sword.

This demeanor, whether it is friend or foe, fell into a brief silence.

The yellow-shirted heroine who was chasing the Holy Son before suddenly realized that the chicken leg in her hand was still warm!

But the fight is not over yet.

That one slash is all in one blow.

Xia Ji took advantage of the situation and pumped his backhand, and the back of the knife slammed into Murong Cha's lower abdomen, causing the third princess of Great Yan to fall directly on her back.

Murong Tea is also ruthless, the pain of the bones, the pain of the churning of the internal organs, if it is the ordinary person, he would have fainted a long time ago.

But she endured the severe pain, and quickly took out the pear flower tube given by her best friend with her left hand.

After Xiao Tangmen slaughtered the Tang Gate, it was mysterious and unpredictable, and the number of people was small, and the hidden weapon was even more evil, only customized, and the price was expensive.

The pear flower tube, the double-haired rainstorm pear flower needle, thousands of fine needles are so close, who can stop it?

She suddenly thanked her best friend for her foresight.

This gave her a chance to turn the tables.

Suppressing the incomprehension and shock in his heart, Murong Cha squeezed out a vicious curse between his teeth: "Die!!"

The bracket is snapped.

It is especially clear in the ears.

Xia Ji's expression remained unchanged, direct luck, Liujiazi's internal force protected the front of his body, and then counted the immortal golden body of his body.

In total, it can be used as a hidden weapon for the internal force of Bajiazi.

With this level of defense, even if he shot a gun at his temple in his previous life, the bullet might not be able to hurt himself.

Xia Ji was ready to defend.

But...

The unexpected happened!

No one could have imagined such an accident.

The mouth of the pear flower tube did not shoot a single needle.

It turned out to be an empty cylinder!!!

Xia Ji was stunned.

Murong Cha was also stunned.

There is great terror between life and death, and there is also great wisdom.

At this moment, she remembered the elegant and flawless face of her best friend, and her gentle look at that time.

She suddenly guessed something, and her heart was like ashes.

He gave up any resistance and fell to the ground.

Because she couldn't have resisted either.

His right arm was bleeding profusely, and his face was expressionless.

Xia Ji took a step forward, pointed the dark gold broadsword at her throat, and said lightly: "Your head, I'll take it." ”

Murong Cha was not afraid, she just showed a painful and strange look, frowned and asked, "Are you Gong Jiu or Xia Ji?"

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