I only saw the wind around the short tooth, whimpering, hula-la-la gathered, mixed into a frosty sword qi, and suddenly attacked towards Boton. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind and rumors of the sacrifice were surging and howling, and everywhere they passed, the earth was torn and the stones were broken, turning into a snow cellar and ice sky.

Lin Sheng originally thought that this sacrificial rumor had been a blow from Otillette with all his might, but this time this sword qi attack was extremely fierce, and the current situation was becoming clearer and clearer, and it had already shown a one-sided trend.

Unexpectedly, this sacrificial wind rumor was in mid-air, and only half of the march was made.

The wind power on the top of the broom cliff suddenly decreased without warning, and the fierce sword qi gradually slowed down, and the earthy yellow sword qi gradually turned transparent, and a pinch of yellow sand fell from the sword qi and scattered in the air.

Whew.

The bronze bell on the lotus-colored belt made a few last pleasant sounds, and fell silent completely.

It's just that no one could have imagined that this genius of the wind erosion, Otillette gathered all his spiritual power, and used the power of the wind broom cliff to use the power of the wind broom cliff to make a sacrificial wind ballad, as the wind slowed down, gradually the twilight of the road, and the fierce offensive also came to naught, and finally suddenly became a wisp of fresh wind.

"You ......"

Burst.

Seeing that his several attacks were resolved one by one by this demonic thing in front of him, the donkey's skills were poor, and his strength was exhausted, I don't know if this time it was a physical injury, or a blood attack.

Otilette spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bolton pursed his lips, gently stroked the heads of the two black strange horses, and said with a sly smile:

"Cousin, do you think I've been wasting my time for the past seven years? The young master of the Black Iron Castle will be crippled for life......

Do you know how desperate the words "lifelong cripple" are to me...... I have been thinking about every day and night in my dreams every day and every night of the sacrificial wind ballad you performed, and just now you used that sacrificial wind ballad, my heart is still a little throbbing, as if I have gone back to seven years ago.

But now that everything has passed, the sacrificial wind ballad is born from the sacrificial wind, and complements each other, if it is exerted in the wind, it has the power to destroy and wither, and if the wind and waves are calm, it will be reduced to nothing.

Just now, you are in this broom cliff, taking advantage of the time and place, and you sacrificed the wind by yourself, and this time the wind ballad is considered to have reached the extreme, with the power of the wind and clouds.

It's just that you really can't imagine that my two "witch swallows" can actually swallow this gust of wind...... Ahahaha......"

Otillette was about to open his mouth, but he spat out a mouthful of blood, and he went limp, and collapsed to the ground.

Click.

The sword road left by the sacrificial wind and rumor sword path just now was full of loess, and the demonic man in the purple robe was thinking about Otilette step by step, and the woman who gave him seven years of nightmares finally fell into his hands.

With a smile on his face, seven years of hatred were finally released at this moment.

Lin Sheng watched from afar, his legs and feet trembled, and he couldn't close his jaw in shock.

Who would have expected that this war situation would be full of twists and turns, ever-changing, and he would be completely numb. This time, I didn't understand what blood feud existed between the two cousins, nor did I know the mystery of the victory or defeat of the two brothers.

It's just that the two strange horses swallowed the "sacrificial wind ballad" in one go.

Halfway through his line, Bolton stopped beside Otillet.

"So my good sister, what do you think I should do with you......"

Otillet's eyes lost their light this time, and he collapsed to the ground in a gloomy manner, faintly forgetting Lin Sheng's glance, his spirit was weak, his breath was like a gossamer, and his voice became smaller and smaller:

"If you kill me...... Ahem...... If you can solve the hatred in your heart, then do it, all these disasters are caused by me...... It has nothing to do with that innocent person......"

Bolton raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "I didn't think you had compassion for Otillette...... It's not simple...... You know that because you broke the oath you made here seven years ago three days ago, and secretly performed the Ritual Wind Rumor, this Wind Erosion Fortress will not be destroyed......

"What...... Wind erosion fortress extinguished......" Lin Sheng heard this, and suddenly came back to his senses.

The wicked man looked at Lin Sheng, who was frightened, and laughed out loud.

"This little brother is stupid, I don't need you to say it, I am also reluctant to kill him, even if it is to fulfill your last wish, hehe, my good sister, how does my brother treat you......"

Otillet ignored the shameless man in front of him.

With the last strength, he shouted at Lin Sheng, who was stunned: "Don't you go quickly, fool......"

Walk.

Am I leaving.

Lin Sheng was still immersed in the battle between the wind and the giant horse, the scene of Otillet using his short teeth to resist the ghost finger, and the demon man named Bolton told the truth that the Wind Erosion Fortress had been destroyed. Lin Sheng's eyes were filled with tears.

The scene of little Luca playing chess with him in the past few days, the scene of Banjie arguing with himself, and the scene of Otilette singing and harmonizing with himself in the corridor of the style of writing, at this time, it was like a snowflake in Lin Sheng's head, falling scene by scene.

Should I run? I suddenly felt like I had a hard choice, and my trouser legs felt like they were filled with lead.

His neck stiffened, and he looked desperately at the flaming wind-eroded fortress behind him, and the fire dragon rushed in his eyes, and he knew that it was all over, over, he told himself.

Run.

Run now. Although the Wind Erosion Fortress has given him a lot of good memories, he still has something to do, to save Lan Lin, and to find the witch god. You can't be so rash and stay here in a daze to give away people's heads, then you will die too worthless.

Taking a step back, he is now unarmed, what qualifications do he have to fight with the man who has crushed Otilette with this spell, and there is no chance of winning at all.

At that moment, Lin Sheng no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth, and held back the tears that were not angry. Slowly lift the heavy footsteps, and you are about to go down the mountain.

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Years later, Lin Sheng knew that he would inevitably miss this scene.

He hurried a glimpse before leaving, and it was the last glimpse of the shock.

I caught a glimpse of the white-haired woman named Otilette, with a fragile and petite body, lying in the sand, the wind of the Broom Cliff beating against her resolute and moving face, the light of the fire of the Wind Erosion Fortress reflected in the woman's pupils, her expression was calm, and she only watched from afar as she was about to leave her.

Ugh.

Lin Sheng stopped, his nose sour.

Click, click.

Muddy tears slipped down his eyes.

Why? Why is this scene so familiar?

Damn, why is Otillette's silent eyes, resolute expression, weak and pitiful appearance, and peaceful expression so similar to Lan Lin who left him that day.

Suddenly, a great grief suddenly grew from my heart.

It was as if his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word.

Bolton looked at Lin Sheng who was grinding in front of him, frowned, but he didn't get angry, who let himself have a good temper today, he only jokingly said: "Huh, little brother...... Why don't you go...... Of course...... If you want to know how we torture people in the Black Iron Castle...... You can also stay and have a look...... Hahaha...... This Otilette shouldn't have bullied you on weekdays......"

"Of course. A strange sound came from the teenager's throat, hoarse, painful.

"Huh......"

Bolton stopped what he was doing and looked at the young man standing on the edge of the cliff in front of him.

It's strange, what's going on? The stupid boy's voice suddenly changed.

Whoa.

As he was thinking, a strange inverted cross purple light faintly shone from the cuff of the young man's right hand.

Rustling, the wind changed direction again, the wind was wrapped in sand and dust, and there was a trace of blood and evil breath in the sky.

Burton's heart sank suddenly, and he blurted out, "What is this!"