Darkness mixed with light

The horizon has turned gray.

When the figure in the black cloak arrived carrying Fang Tian's painting halberd, everything had just come to an end.

The leader of the Tiger Guard, Chenshi, was already a blur of flesh and blood, but his broken arm was still clutching the giant shield with the tiger drawn, and the shield was full of potholes, and it was not bad that it had suffered violent and frequent explosions, and it was not completely deformed.

"A sword light is cold" Shi Jiuzhou's face was pale, and his sword was protected by the emperor's side.

The gray-robed mountain father-in-law seemed to be stabbed in the waist by a sharp blade from behind, and then bent down to cut him in the waist, although he was extremely high in martial arts, but in this often mixed with conspiracy and conspiracy, he still failed to survive.

But his opponent was not better, he lowered his hat, his elegant face was wrinkled, and some blood foam spat out from time to time in his mouth, thinking that there was a lot of damage to the meridians and liver in his body.

In the distance, the man in the golden lotus robe with the white-faced boy was struggling to support him, and many White Lotus disciples had already fallen to the ground, and they were only facing an iron bull.

Pull closer, but it is the white spirit with a holy face who confronts the emperor.

In other words, the emperor who was replaced after a deep alley battle.

And they succeeded.

The real Natsuji is dead.

And Green Lotus has become the new emperor, and there is still a Fusang Heavenly Sage who can testify by his side.

However, Bai Ling still looked strangely at Hei Tianzi, who had never participated in the battle from beginning to end, although she was behind a tree in the distance, she still found the clue.

It's just that the black sky ended at this time, and he never appeared...

No, she moved.

The mysterious man with a dragon mask and a dark gold robe appeared at this "critical moment" that he thought he had, and while running, the secret weapons in the sky were thrown out of her sleeves, and the White Lotus Sect disciples in front of her fell one after another.

Bai Ling seemed to have found an opportunity to retreat, and took a deep look at the Green Lotus Messenger who was standing opposite, perfectly replaced, or the new Xia Zhi, and pretended to be panicked and said, "Retreat!"

Looking down at Wang Wuliu, who had been seriously injured to the point that his face was like gold paper, Bai Ling directly grabbed the bloodstained clothes on his back, and luckily improved, and the only remaining White Lotus Sect disciple followed this White Lotus Holy Maiden and left quickly, scattering like a tide, leaving a mountain of corpses inside and outside the alley.

They retreated in such a hurry that they didn't want the net to be restored, but without the secret ammunition of the "Thunder Fire Hall", this net was just a launcher.

The Golden Lotus King Shilian also ignored the White Lotus Sect who was still fighting the iron bull, turned around and ran, and the white-faced boy also instantly merged into his shadow.

It was a pyrrhic victory, but in the end, it was their White Lotus who won.

The white lotus grabbed the purple lotus, as well as the golden lotus, and the hat-wearing Wuhua, and they ran to the other side of the street.

Only at this moment, the sky roared like a crack.

Like a flash of electricity on the eve of dawn.

The electric light exploded, penetrating the celestial star, and the clouds that were just turned on opened their eyes like a god, revealing a glimmer of cold gold.

Rumble!!

A long halberd shot diagonally from a distance at some point, stuck in the hard stone slab, and also blocked the route of the white lotus's retreat.

It seems to be the boundary of the land, and it is written that this place is not passable.

Bai Ling and the others were shocked, but they were also full of doubts, because they had studied for more than fifty years in the Great Zhou, and they had never had such a master with a halberd at all.

Could this master be the worship of a new move?

But the worship has been mobilized and sent outside the city.

So is it a passing master?

But on the rivers and lakes, even the Great Zhou military, there seems to be no one who can use Fang Tian's painting halberd to achieve this level.

Weapons that take into account both strength and ingenuity are in great demand, extremely difficult to learn, and even more difficult to master.

The lack of technique is another reason.

The sword is the mainstream, the gun is secondary, and the knife is the main killing, and the one who uses it is mostly the demon gate, and the Fang Tian halberd is mostly used as an ornament for the guard of honor, which has become a trace of history.

However, such a weapon appeared in front of them.

Stuck in the ground, it became an impassable boundary.

The earth trembled.

The buildings on both sides of the street are shaking.

The three holy envoys turned around, only to see that in the light in the east, the figure that was not tall was like a divine dragon, and it was dozens of meters away when he stepped down, and at this time, it rose into the air and landed at the end of the pole of the Fang Tian painting halberd that was inserted upside down on the ground.

As soon as he stepped on the force, the halberd rotated fiercely, making a terrifying "woo" sound, and he reached into the cold light like the silver plate, and grasped it steadily, and Fang Tian's halberd was instantly settled.

All the movement has become a stillness.

He held the halberd, and all the stillness seemed to contain all the movement, all the possibilities.

And his face is so young.

It's just that the momentum is like a tiger swallowing thousands of miles, which makes people dare not act rashly.

Wuhua's face hidden under the hat was stunned, because he seemed to know the person in front of him, four years ago, the green pothos Zen Temple parted, and he thought that it would be impossible to meet again, but when he met it today, he was standing on the opposite side.

The little prince's voice was indifferent: "This road is not passable." ”

The three holy envoys and Wuhua glanced at each other, and instantly reached the most appropriate choice, several of them were old rivers and lakes, so they naturally knew how to deal with it at this time.

Therefore, a few people didn't say a word of nonsense, Bai Ling directly threw the seriously injured Wang Wuliu in his hand to Wang Shilian, Wang Shilian didn't think about it, just took it and ran back to the alley on the left, while Wuhua took a deep look at the young face, and quickly skimmed away to the right.

Bai Ling's previous battle was always the finale, and he didn't really consume too much strength, at this time, he directly tossed and pinched the seal with his right palm, the internal qi melted, and the overturning turned into an afterimage, and when he stood up, he was like a budding white lotus, rushing towards the little prince who was blocking the way.

There is no lotus leaf, and the palm is the lotus.

In this style, there is only one palm, no back hand, and no change of move.

But once attacked, it was like a god's big clapping, destroying the living soul with one palm, and naturally there was no life.

Only by giving up the life of Hongchen can we enter the eternal heavenly country.

Bai Ling's pupils are pure, and her style has been cultivated to perfection, and her heart and nature are compatible.

In the eyes of everyone, they saw that this holy woman was fluttering in white, as if a huge god phantom was looming, and her palm was not like killing people, but to give liberation.

She believed it, so there was not the slightest evil qi in the palm of the hand, which made the opponent even confused, and even the weak-willed gave up resistance directly, waiting for this gift to come.

The gods have descended.

However, with the swift shadow of the tyrant's halberd Fang Tian, a huge impact sound wave was emitted.

When God comes, he slaughters God.

Xia Guang did not hesitate, there was no fluctuation in his heart, the sky was broken, and the phantom was also broken.

Bai Ling only felt an unimaginable huge force, and as the halberd poured into her body, she flew out upside down, and the internal organs, meridians, and bones in her body were seriously injured just by this touch.

Unable to move again.

I didn't feel the slamming to the ground, and there was only a cold sound left in my ears.

"Take it back. ”

The little prince didn't chase after the three people who escaped, nor did he look at her who fell to the ground, he carried the halberd and walked into the distance, looking up at the mysterious person in the dark gold robe, and a familiar feeling made him frown.