In the previous life, I was destined to jump into the sea of fire without holding hands, when will the peaks and loops turn around in this life and embrace each other with tears in my eyes?

Adestecy's Detachment: The Polarity Meets the Cold Abyss

In the pure land of the Extreme Country, the pure sky is covered with heavy snow and frost all year round, and the Fanghua Tree has lost all its leaves, and it is desperate and desolate. The vicissitudes of life, the dark night, every pair of parting people are in tears, countless flying flowers involve the heartbeat of people from afar, fate turns a thousand times, through the fork, wading through the deep river, never to see again.

Covering the wound of the broken arm, he staggered to the dead tree with blood all the way, and sat down against the trunk. His pale face was completely bloodless, as white as a snow sculpture of ice, and behind the mask of his eyes covered with silver lines was a painful, heart-rending expression, he frowned, his lips were chapped, he bit his back teeth and breathed heavily, the sweat on his forehead ran down his face, wetting a large piece of clothing.

"That's the price you paid for not completing your mission!" the blood-dripping whip whipped mercilessly on his back, his skin peeling open.

"If you can't kill these 9,000 soldiers, you will die for me!"

"Just because I never raised you!

Deserted Night leaned on the trunk of the tree, closed his eyes, recalled the cold words, the painful experience again and again, the ruthlessness of going to the dust again and again was like a sharp knife suddenly inserted into his heart, and the feeling of suffocation and pain was like the tip of thousands of needles sliding through the blood vessels, and the blood was dripping.

The few dead leaves left on the branches fell on Araya with the wind, the blood stains from the wounds on the severed arm gradually dried, and a few wisps of blue and black divine prayer power flowed through the bare white bones, repairing and healing the torn tendons. He closed his eyes, his heavy breathing gradually stabilized, and his other hand was weakly placed on the ground full of fallen leaves, without any movement.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually gathered, as if there was an invisible hand to slowly stack these layers of clouds, layers of hatred, the blue lightning flashed faintly in the sky, forcing this dense rain to fall from the sky, falling to the ground, falling to the body of the desolate night, he opened his eyes stained with rain, the raindrops on his face kept slipping, the long white hair was wet by the rain, stained on his back, the rain re-wet the wound, and began to faintly painful, he covered the wound, tried to stand up and go to other places to avoid the rain, but his body lost a lot of blood and the power of divine prayer, and there was no strength to support him to stand up。 The ruthless killer who was invincible in the past is now pitiful like a lost innocent teenager, the whip marks on his back, the wounds on his broken arms, and the hatred in his heart make him so cold step by step.

Deserted Night leaned against the trunk of the tree in a daze, his forehead began to burn, his consciousness began to blur, and his half-closed eyes faintly saw the figure of the person in the distance of the rain curtain. He tried to open his eyes, but there was rain and blur in front of him. Suddenly, Araya felt the rain disappear above his head, and he looked up to see an umbrella on top of his head.

"You ......" a weak voice.

"Yo! It's so badly injured, who gave you such a heavy hand?" The voice of another woman under the umbrella was bewitching and ghostly, cold and evil. She looked at the barren night leaning against the trunk of the tree, her eyes lowered.

Araya looked up at her, struggling with one hand, years of killing had made him a habit of killing whoever he came close to. But he couldn't summon a shred of divine prayer.

"I'm going to die, and the murderous aura is still so heavy, it's really unlikeable!" The woman turned the umbrella, and the rain on the umbrella spun and flew out: "Although I haven't seen you, I'd better count me unlucky, and take you back to recuperate." The woman's strange tone pierced through the rain and blew into the ears of the deserted night, and his heart sank a little, at least the person who came was not an enemy.

The Extreme of Artese: The West Desolate Dust Lake

The cool moonlight spread all over the ground, and a few unknown birds slid through the sky, leaving a trailing and loud aftermath overhead, drifting to the horizon with the wind, to some unknown corner. Beiqian and Yang Huan stood quietly by the lake, his eyes full of worry and fear of the unknown, while his eyes were still uninhibited and cold. Beiqian raised his head to look at the pure white moon, the corners of his mouth gently raised a charming angle, the corners of his dark eyes revealed a demonic and powerful aura, the loose black cloak fluttered with the night breeze, and the silver lines on his arms mysteriously flashed with an ancient luster, he turned his head to look at Yang Huan beside him:" You have to protect yourself for a while, the power of the divine prayer in your body is not perfect, you just forcibly summoned the heavens to hurt the desolate night, and now, I am afraid that you will not even be able to resist the soldiers of the four countries, and if you encounter danger, you will blow this stone whistle in a while. Beiqian took a jet-black stone whistle from his neck, put it in the palm of his hand and handed it to Yang Huan: "Remember, if you encounter danger, you must blow it." ”

Yang Huan blinked, looking at the dark corners of his eyes in the north, he had never looked at him so closely, he had always been wearing a black cloak to cover his eyes, as if a mysterious ranger from another world had been protecting himself behind his back, Yang Huan took the stone whistle: "Then what can I do for you?"

"As long as you protect yourself, it will be the greatest help to me, you must not get hurt, you know?" Beiqian looked at Yang Huan with a concerned face: "Promise me!"

Yang Huan didn't speak, after all, it really made it difficult for him to resist thousands of soldiers without being able to use divine arts.

"Promise me!" Beiqian shook his shoulders and leaned down to look at him seriously.

"Good. I will protect myself, I will take down the Lei Lingyu, you have to be careful!"

"It's coming!" Beiqian and Yang Huan stood face to face, Beiqian looked behind Yang Huan, suddenly smiled lightly, and said softly to Yang Huan: "It's here!"

Yang Huan didn't react, his eyes widened and he looked at the delicate face of the northward migration like a celestial, and asked him curiously, "What's coming?"

"The first wave!" The hat of the cloak with both hands lifted from the back of the north was put on his head, covering his eyes, the corners of his clothes were blown by the night wind, strong and desolate, he passed by Yang Huan and walked behind him, step by step forward, Yang Huan turned around and looked in the direction of the north, the distance was black and pressing, thousands of soldiers walked neatly towards this side with spears, and the lonely figure of the northward migration remained in Yang Huan's eyes, like a black and white silent movie.

"Who is coming! dare to offend my ......" The soldier leader did not finish his words, moving north faster and faster, dusting the cloak with his left hand, as if he had not heard the warning of the soldier, he rushed forward with an arrow, grabbed his throat, the lines on his arm flashed silver, the person leading the soldier was instantly frozen by the thick ice, the north moved to let go of his hand and pushed him back, the iceman fell to the ground and cracked into a broken ice, the cold moonlight reflected on the broken section of the ice, emitting a cold light. The silver light falls on the blade, and the flying flowers chase the dust. The soldiers took a few steps back in fright, looked at each other's eyes, and then gritted their teeth and stabbed towards the north with their weapons, his figure flashed, stretched out an arm to clamp all the stabbed blades, and pulled back, the soldiers all staggered and pounced, and the north moved to stretch out their palms, and the dense blue-black lightning instantly penetrated into the bodies of all the soldiers, "Click!" Several dull breaking sounds came from the body, and all the bones were instantly shattered. The soldier kept falling to the ground, his mouth, body, and the blood flowing from the broken limbs slowly piled up and flowed, and the soldiers kept falling, and a tragic cry of pain came out of the crowd, blood splashed, and the north moved back and forth in the middle of the soldiers, he raised his five fingers, took a deep breath, and countless transparent air blades appeared around the palm, the moonlight was impregnated, and the gorgeous flashed, and he waved his hand, and countless air blades in the air flew out, cutting through the Adam's apple of countless soldiers, no bad, the blood spurting out of the arteries was scattered, and a few drops splashed around the eyes of the north, and his whole person suddenly frowned, as if a sharp knife was inserted into his eye socket, He quickly wiped away the thick bloodstains, looked at the group of soldiers in front of him with hatred in his eyes, and rushed into the crowd to continue the brutal slaughter.

The Extreme of Artesesi: The Temple of Coldness

He sat majestically on the seat in the hall, and ran in from outside the door in a panic with a bloodstained soldier with a blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Master, someone has come to snatch the Thunder Spirit Jade, and they have already started to kill in the Phantom Dust Lake!"

There are countless people who have threatened to seize Lei Lingyu from all sides of the four countries of Yate over the years, from top killers to nobodies, all of whom want to get Lei Lingyu to ascend to the sky in one step, but the final result is all eaten by Jairus without exception or fallen to the death of the Emperor, or killed by the deserted night, and it will be impossible to return forever.

"What about the deserted night?" said Fu Chen, lightly, like a light wind and drizzle, humid and warm.

"Young Master, no one has seen him since yesterday. ”

Fu Chen's heart began to feel uneasy, unknown fear spread to his whole body in the blood, and he felt that something big was about to happen: "I'll go and see, what kind of person is so powerful!"

The Extreme of Artese: The West Desolate Dust Lake

Beiqian and the soldiers fought constantly, bright red blood splashed everywhere, Yang Huan in the distance stood stupidly, staring at the figure of the northward migration, he had never seen him such a terrible power, gently waved with one hand, a row of dozens of soldiers fell to the ground, the color of the moonlight shone on the palm of the north, Yang Huan only then understood that he was just gathering into a wind blade in the palm of his hand, and waved the throat of the soldiers with one hand, and the deep blood marks continued to flow blood from the body.

In the chaotic crowd, a bright yellow lightning suddenly shot out from behind the north, and the northward quickly looked back, the long hair was blown up by the wind, and the body tilted its toes and rotated around the ground for a moment, the flickering golden bird fluttered its wings from afar and swept under the feet of the north, and the northward migration stood firmly on the body of the bird, flying into the night sky, the feathers of the golden fire of the bird's flow fell in the night sky, and countless feathers that emitted golden light were like a deep winter twilight snow, and the illusion was so.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you still like to do things behind your back. Beiqian breathed steadily, raised the corners of his mouth, and said to the person opposite with a cold face.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you would also have a day of killing. ”

The deerskin velvet on his body was wrapped tightly, and his tone was a hint of surprise, but he looked unusually calm.

"It's so rare that you can still remember me. "The words of moving north are full of hatred, like the night in the sky, cold as water.

"Then I won't dare to forget, you hurt me with a streamer sword in the first place, how could I forget you!"

"That'...... What about my eyes?" Beiqian turned his head to the side, gently brushed away the blood stains on his cloak, and then continued to look at Fuchen: "Should I ask you for an explanation?"

"If you have the ability, come and ask for it!" After going to the dust with a smile, he asked the north with a vicious face: "What about the deserted night!"

"Die. Beiqian said nonchalantly: "Now that you don't have the Spirit Sword, I want to see how capable you are?" He lowered his head and fiddled with his slender fingers, without raising his head.

"Dead?!" Fuchen glared: "Impossible! No one in these four countries can kill him!"

"You know, I'm not from Art. Come on, this hatred in the past, resentment in this life, make an end tonight!"

Dust's eyes flashed, stretched out his hand in the sky to summon a large piece of bright yellow lightning, rotating in the night sky to form a magnificent whirlpool like a galaxy of day and night, the rotating air flow rolled up sand and gravel dust on the ground, between the heaven and the earth stood the lightning scattered electric trees and silver flowers, the air was filled with a smell of saltpeter gunpowder, and the thunder of "boom boom" shook the heart and lungs.

The surface of the lake at the foot of the northward migration is as calm as water, and the water flowing at the bottom of the lake suddenly crushes the water surface that is as quiet as glass, and the water breaks out, carrying the momentum of destroying the world and the earth, and the water surface stirs up thousands of feet high waves, and the surrounding stones have fallen to the life of the emperor, without a trace of echo. His blood-red eyes were furious, and he opened his sharp teeth and threw himself in the direction of the north.

The whirlpool between heaven and earth swept countless stones of all sizes, mixed with countless sharp and bright lightning bolts frantically smashed in the direction of the northward migration, the northward migration called the golden flowing fire under the feet of the Wanggui bird to fly to a higher place, under the huge moon, the northward migration turned around on the back of the Wanggui bird, the corners of the cloak fluttered with the wind, the black figure of the northward migration, the huge golden wings of the Wanggui bird, under the moon like a hell's receptionist, terrifying and soft.

Beiqian quickly stretched out his left hand full of silver lines, and countless sharp blades emitting cold light flowed out of the silver lines, flashing moonlight around Beiqian's body, flying up and down, countless stones and lightning smashed, and a knife passed through, shattering completely. A silver-white light appeared in the palm of his right hand, and he was in a stalemate with Jair's blood basin: "Yang Huan, if you don't want to die here, hurry up and get Lei Lingyu!" There was a hoarse cry in the night sky, after all, there were few people in the world who could stop the top-level magic skills of Jairus and Dusty at the same time.

Yang Huan looked at the side of the sky on the ground, frightened, a sentence from the northward migration made him come back to his senses, he hurriedly ran towards the center of the Phantom Dust Lake, thousands of soldiers were slaughtered by the north, the ground was full of blood, Yang Huan took a step, the blood spilled to the ankles, wading through the bright red blood everywhere, and walked forward with difficulty. The remaining soldiers stood in front of Yang Huan with a broken spear, and the blood stains on their faces didn't know if it was their own or someone else's, and they retreated in fright.

"Go away, I won't kill you. Yang Huan said lightly. Several soldiers looked at each other and ran away in a panic. Yang Huan strode and walked to the edge of the Phantom Dust Lake, the lake swayed like glass, clear and cool, thin as cicada wings. Yang Huan's heart suddenly ached, and the next wave of longing in his career came up, and the breath of love and hate came up, and every time Yang Huan took a step forward, his heart was like a knife inserted an inch deeper.

"I didn't expect Lei Lingyu to be so sought-after tonight!"

Yang Huan turned his head and saw the source of the voice behind him, an evil and feminine woman figure standing behind him, speaking softly.

"Who are you!" Yang Huan took a step forward.

"Me?" the woman stretched out her index finger and put it in front of the tip of her nose, looked at her fingertips ghostly, and smiled wickedly: "Guess!"