Looking at this situation, Qingfu's eyes were a little unbelievable at first glance. frowned, took a step back, and said, "How could it be ......", he looked at the uninjured Shisu, his hands trembled, although his words were calm and unwavering, but there were several panics in his heart, he held the long sword at his waist in one hand, and raised his eyebrows coldly.

The purple eyes stared straight at him, so empty, and a little smile, as if they wanted to stare at the bottom of his heart. Zi Su raised his eyes, laughed lightly, and a few traces of contempt swept the corners of his mouth, "Zhu Yancui?" Gently raising her hand, a purple circle of light appeared on her arm, and the blood that had just been sprinkled on the bluestone suddenly rose, and slowly flowed backwards to her wound, and in an instant, the wound was calm and intact. The purple eyes were still full of smiles, and he raised his head and said, "How not?" ”

"You ......" In surprise, Qingfu staggered back, and the words in his mouth were messy. After his eyes were full of disbelief, he changed to a somewhat desperate look. He let out a long laugh, shook his head and muttered, as if in extreme regret, and closed his eyes, "I should have guessed that you weren't human......

"How?" The phoenix eyebrows were lightly raised, the purple eyes were a little more enchanting, and the ten thousand styles gradually became entangled into an awe-inspiring killing intent, as deep as the 10,000-year-old ancient pool, clear and cold, and the contemptuous smile was still a little awe-inspiring, "Yes, I am a mortal like you, invincible, demon." ”

"Good, good, the world is so big, it's really amazing." Qingfu staggered back, his eyes were full of despair, this time, not only lost, but also lost without shame. The sparkling drizzle was blowing one after another, drenching him all over his body, and the black clouds were suffocating, and the air was dull and breathless.

A thunderclap flashed in the sky, boom~ The dull loud sound was majestic and long, and it was still a little desolate when it entered Qingfu's ears. A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating his desperate face, his eyes were sharp, the long sword on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, splitting his hand, the horizontal sword was in front of him, entangled in the corners of his eyes, and he said awe-inspiringly, "Come on!" ”

"Hahahaha!" After hearing this, Zi Su raised her head and laughed, and with a hand, the rain and wind stopped, and her wrist flipped again, it was actually cloudy, and it was snowing in June, she laughed for a long time, the corners of her eyes were sharp, and she laughed a little, and turned around and said, "Do you really think you can defeat me?" ”

Qingfu shook his head helplessly, "I never thought so." He turned around and let out a long laugh, "The war of despair, if there is no other choice, how many people are willing?" On his face, he looked at death a little more, tilted his head slightly, and sighed, "If you can't defeat you in one move, I will die, Qingfu just wants to die bravely." ”

As if he didn't hear his words, Zi Su smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to hold the snow, and turned his head slightly, "I can turn my hand to power the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and I can turn my hand to illustrate the four seasons of the world, but, Lord Qingfu, do you know that the snow falls in June, for whom?" ”

Qingfu didn't know why, frowned slightly, turned his head and sneered, "Isn't it for Dou E's injustice?" ”

"The elegance is unparalleled, Cui Jinniang."

After saying a low word, although it was calm and waveless, it was like a sharp sword, straight to Qingfu's heart, his face instantly turned pale, and the irrepressible unbearability and sadness in his eyes were covered by the slowly falling eyelids, which were well hidden. Snow fell all over the sky, falling on people's hearts, turning into a burst of cold. Qing Fu suddenly turned his head and sneered, "Sure enough, he is not a mortal, before he dies, he will pester me, so that I can't close my eyes even if I die." He turned around, a little sad, slowly arched his hand, a little admired, a little sarcastic, "The word magic, Mrs. really deserves it." ”

"It's easy to ask for priceless treasures, and it's rare to have a lover." Shiso's eyes were empty, looking at the green in the forest, and the vibrant scene seemed to be extremely incompatible with the vast white snow. She turned her head, her purple eyes rippling like a pool of autumn water, and she looked up and said, "Do you know, my lord?" ”

Qingfu waved his hand slightly, smiled and asked, "Can the woman know Qingfu's wishes, can you know that this life is displaced, and the war is boundless?" Can you know that the world is peaceful, and the mountains and rivers are boundless? A desolate smile spread to the corners of his mouth, "Nine-fold pagoda, the world returns to the heart, high-ranking officials are Houlu, Mingzhu Qianhu, what Qingfu asks for has never been these." There is still a bit of arrogance in the desolation, "The mountains and rivers are undecided, how can it be home?" ”

"If you can't join the family, how can you level the world?"

The wind is light and light, slowly speaking, Zi Su's eyes are cold, her slender hand is lightly raised, the wooden box in Mu Xi's hand is suddenly opened, and a strange and unpredictable scimitar appears in front of her, a purple carved dragon is wrapped around the knife body, arrogant and domineering, where the eyes are, inlaid with two purple crystals, I only feel dizzy at a glance. She raised her hand, her green fingers did not touch the blade, she could still flip the sword, she was full of wind, her purple eyes were slightly raised, and her lips were lightly opened, "This knife is the treasure of my demon clan, and it is called the Doomsday Monarch." ”

The slender fingers moved slightly, and a purple light suddenly appeared in the blade, and the lightning power attacked Qingfu, too late to block the horizontal sword, and even too late to chase after it, the sharp purple light had already penetrated his chest, and Zisu's body, like a phantom, gathered and dispersed, and was instantly condensed behind Qingfu. The Doomsday King slashed at the ground, and the blood on it gurgled and meandered down.

Before he had time to let out a cry of pain, Qingfu's body suddenly fell backwards, kneeling on one knee, with the blade of the sword stuck into the ground, as a support, barely supporting it, so as not to fall down. Turning his head, a mouthful of blood sprayed in the forest, staining a few fallen leaves red. "Haha, my whole life, it's a joke!" He looked up and let out a desolate and bitter smile, laughing like evil and desperate. For two nations with completely unequal strength, this victory and defeat that has been divided without opening is really tasteless.

Zi Su didn't turn back, and suddenly a purple light emitted from behind her, condensing into a huge palm print, all of which hit Qingfu's body, knocking him out dozens of meters. The blood-stained figure suddenly rolled down, rolling through the forest a few times, and finally fell off the cliff.

Zi Su raised his hand, and a purple handpiece turned out of his sleeve, gently wiped the blood-stained knife, and raised his sleeve, dancing with the wind, flying with the snow. The purple light flowed through, and the edge was collected, and the regal returned to the box.

Mu Xi hugged the box, took a step forward, and said worriedly, "Princess, can he ......"

"In my demon Brahma seal, I will definitely die." Whispered a word, raised his hand, the clouds opened and the snow dispersed, one white and one purple in the forest, and the two figures, like dew in the forest, dissipated and disappeared.

Under the cliff, a rotten tree grabbed Qingfu's body, and blood dripped from his body, falling into the deep valley, and it was rare to hear it. A few tears suddenly slipped out of the corners of Leng Ao's eyes, and were blown away by the flowing wind, and he let out a long laugh, and gradually disappeared with the sound of the wind, dissipating the lifelong murmur of the person who did not return, "If the fate of the next life is not over, it is better to bear the sky than to live up to it." ”

The purple pat danced with the wind, slowly covering his disgraced face, covering his eyes with a hint of unwillingness, which were still open.

A lifetime of dreams, deep gratitude, several tosses, broken obsession, how can the final ending be a sentence, Huangquan hate.

The snow is white and flying, slowly covering this cold corpse, picking up the lonely strings of the troubled times, and composing a poignant elegy.

On the Hengqin River, the monstrous waves, one after another, came overwhelmingly, destroying all the perched lemon boats. A huge wave struck, hitting the handsome ship that Ye Jin was riding, hitting the ground and swaying from side to side, almost sinking. Seeing this, the soldiers on the boat were all shocked, and looked at the gloomy head coach Ye Jin in horror. However, at this time, Ye Jin also had to hold the railing, and as the hull of the ship tossed left and right, he would not fall, where could he divide his mind and think about the battle situation.

Suddenly, the sky was shining, and everywhere it went, it was calm. Everyone was delighted, and they all said that they had the protection of the gods and Buddhas, but this joy had not yet receded, and they saw Donglai Dizhou in front of them, and the formation was strictly organized, and the formation was Hengqin. Hearing a few war drums, the Donglai sergeants all drew their swords out of their sheaths, and their majestic spirit shocked the people who perched on the lemons, and their hearts and galls were cold.

This time, the situation between the two armies has been reversed. Thousands of soldiers in Donglai, facing less than 100 stragglers in Qining, can be said to be victorious. Ye Jin stood on top of the boat, his eyes slightly closed, knowing that the general trend had gone, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Remembering that when he was young, he was always proud of dying on the battlefield, and it seems that this scene is really close to his dream. Suddenly, I glanced back at the inner room of the cabin, and the bead curtain was hung. As if remembering something, his brows furrowed slightly, his fingers clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he closed his eyes and said, No, I Ye Jin can't die here, never! Thinking of this, he turned around awefully, looked at the soldiers behind him, and ordered in a low voice, "Prepare for diving." The soldier was stunned when he heard this, slowly clenched his fists, and in desperation, he had no choice but to say a word and retreat.

"Great King......." Ye Jin's voice was hoarse, he glanced at his hometown in the south, a little desolate, and said intermittently, "Please forgive me this time, Ye Jin became a deserter." ”

Before the words fell, the Donglai warship was approaching, Jiang An was dressed in golden armor, drew his sword awe-inspiringly, and took the lead in stepping on the Qiling handsome ship, and with a loud shout, the Donglai soldiers poured in like a tide, surrounding Ye Jin and others in the middle. In Jiang An's hand, chasing the wind out of the sheath, the cold light swept by, and several people fell in response. In an instant, swords and swords and shadows were staggered and rampant, and when Jiang An turned around, Ye Jin's figure was no longer visible in the crowd, and only the few remaining Qi Ning soldiers were still resisting. Jiang An glanced around, and a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips, "Do you want to escape?" ”

Lifting the long front, he rushed all the way towards the inner room of the cabin. Unconsciously, there was a trace of strange fragrance between the thick bloody gas. Jiang An'an was taken aback, and his years of experience in fighting told him that he must be vigilant, when a strange fragrance hits, there must be something strange, and it is very likely to be a fan!

He covered his mouth and nose, and his determined steps never stopped, and he walked straight into the depths of the cabin. Unexpectedly, there were fewer and fewer enemies in front of him, and when he cut down the last man, only the empty corridor stretched forward, leading to the inner chamber, and the strange fragrance was getting stronger and stronger, and his mind was becoming clearer and clearer. In the dark, it was as if a silk thread gently tugged at his heartstrings, beckoning him to move forward.