"Uncle Shi!!" in the bloody woodland, a heart-rending roar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is the first time that Su Junyan has called Uncle Hai Chris.

In the past, he always felt that there was a barrier between him and this man known as the Central Tiger.

Even if this one-eyed man favors him very much, he defends him everywhere, and even gambles with his life to save his life.

However, it is a barrier.

It is a kind of estrangement that Su Junyan no longer believes in human beings.

Until this moment, the one-eyed man was going to die.

Die for him.

He felt a great, real sadness.

After the age of eighteen, he had no father.

But he thought that if his father died in front of him, it must be like this.

So when the Eighteen Iron Guards all tried their best to pull him away, he struggled, he had to stand up and pick up his sword.

Go and get revenge on his father.

"Get out of !!," he roared, hoarse.

But it didn't work at all.

Because, it's too late.

In the sky.

Face the music.

Simon Yelou punched and hit Hai Chris's desperate sword.

For the last time.

The one-eyed eye of Hai Cris, who saw the face of the night tower of the West Gate.

But in fact, what he saw was not the face of the West Gate Night Tower.

It was an infinite sea of grass, and the sea of grass drowned him.

Just like countless times when he was a teenager, he wanted to get out of the sea of grass that surrounded him.

In the end, always, when he tripped from behind, he fell to the ground and said to his brother:

"Caesar, I have fallen. ”

This time really.

"Kacha-" The old, scarred knife of Hychris, shattered into the darkness as if it had weathered.

He fell.

Will the star fall.

The sea of grass grows wildly.

Darkness has completely descended on the whole world.

Hykris fell to the ground again.

"Poof-" The rain has stopped.

"General!!" was silent for a second.

All of them.

The eighteen iron guards no longer insisted on taking Su Junyan away.

Because their generals, already dead.

They were even more frantic than Su Junyan, rushing towards the West Gate Night Tower even faster, and they wanted to maintain the last dignity of Hai Chris.

They are the Eighteen Iron Guards.

They lived to die for the general.

Eighteen knives, eighteen charging souls.

but one by one they died in the infinite darkness.

Like a fly, the Ximen Nighttower blasted away the eighteen people who rushed at him with one punch.

One punch is a human life.

Eighteen punches, eighteen lives.

Eighteen iron guards, all dead.

Nineteenth Punch ......

"When-" A violent roar continued to vibrate from the fist of the West Gate Night Tower.

But in the end, it was swallowed up by all those darkness.

Including the one on the knife, the blazing black flame.

The nineteenth knife, Su Junyan's knife.

He was killed.

But it was swept away by the punch of the Ximen Night Tower, and there was no possibility of breaking through.

So he understood that the previous knife was deliberately cut into by Ximen Yelou.

For the sake of ...... Kill Chris.

So, it was actually him who killed Hykris.

It's you, kill, Hykris.

An infinitely whirling sound vibrated in Su Junyan's mind, and he felt that his entire head was about to explode.

He could only swing his sword desperately, hoping to cut through the darkness that went deep into the abyssal sea in front of him.

However, the darkness did not move.

This is the real gap between the king-level powerhouse and the person standing outside the door.

Also...... The sinister nature of reality.

This world is so cruel.

Good things are destined to fade.

The people you want to save, die for you.

All those who are good to you will not die well.

Su Junyan......

"Ah!!!!h

He wanted to die.

"You want to die?" said Simon Nightlou grinning low as he pressed against his blade.

Do you want to die?

You want to die.

These four words.

It burrowed into Su Junyan's mind like a snake, making him tremble incessantly, incessantly.

"Come, come, come!!"

"Kill me!!"

"Kill you. Simon still smiled lowly, "I want to do this." ”

Almost as soon as he said this, he felt his back locked.

"Just kidding. He pushed Su Junyan out, he didn't intend to entangle with this poor young man anymore.

Tonight, it's over.

Thinking so, he looked at the northwest sky again.

But Su Junyan didn't plan to give up, he still wanted to rush to the West Gate Night Tower endlessly.

"Whew-" at this moment.

The gunfire rang out again.

One billion light years.

A shot hit Su Junyan's thigh, blasting his whole person out and hitting Hai Chris's side.

I felt a little impatient just now, and I was going to teach Su Junyan a lesson, so I grinned and whispered to myself: "Smart guy." ”

Su Junyan couldn't get up.

Ximen Yelou said hello to the unknown corner hidden in the darkness, and planned to leave.

And, unexpectedly.

It also happened at this time.

An accident that no one would have thought of.

The Night Tower of the West Gate, including the powerhouses of the Sanctuary who are still on the way.

They had poured all their energy into tonight, for the night when the plan was enough to make the Demon Seed King's World come true.

but neglects the most important thing.

Their big plan, the core.

A roar.

The roar of pain came from the farthest east, as if it had crossed the entire Endless Sea, and with a little bit of the bitter cold of the New World.

When I heard this roar.

Ximen Night Tower, who was already satisfied, instantly turned his face to the extreme.

He turned his head and looked at Su Junyan.

"Su Mubai ......," he whispered, "What a Su Mubai......"

"Since you have to be like this, then ......"

By the time this exit was made, Ximen Yelou had already punched.

This time he didn't care about the terrifying gun that was aimed at him in a slightly hasty manner behind him.

He was murderous.

A real murderous intent.

"Since you want to shatter our dreams, then ......," Ximen Yelou said slowly, "I will kill your son." ”

"When-" An unbelievably fast punch.

This punch, wrapped in darkness, was enough to engulf Su Junyan in less than a second.

However, just when the fist was about to hit Su Junyan's desperate face.

A little frost appeared.

In front of the West Gate Night Tower.

Is that......

An iron armor.

An iron sword.

An iron sword that can't speak.

Iron armor is speechless, General Su.

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