The consciousness gradually awakened, and the unbearable pain had subsided.

Zong Shou tried his best to open his eyes. All limbs of the body are regaining sensation, but they are still unable to move.

And in the abdomen, there is a trace of coolness, penetrating into the body. It should be the power of this medicine pill that made him sober up, and also suppressed the surging qi veins in his body.

Looking around, he was still in the carriage. However, the cloud-turning car below has stopped, and on the four walls of the carriage, a dark pattern has emerged.

In the middle of the carriage is a purple jade ball. The size of a fist, hovering in mid-air, slowly turning, full of inspiration.

"Is this a Divine Weapon?"

Zong Shou was stunned, and then he thought that the first snow was a double cultivation of spiritual and martial arts. There is enough telekinesis to activate this Wind Wall Array.

Presumably, this carriage, and in mid-air, this jade ball of extraordinary quality is the means reserved by his father, who will shock the cloud realm in the future in the mouth of the first snow a few days ago.

In this car, there is this array of support, even if the innate martial artist is there in person. For a moment and a half, you can also save your life.

Crazy Blood Demon Saint, Nine-Tailed Fox King. At the beginning of the spiritual energy outbreak, the east was bordered by Yunlu, and there were only a few heavenly powerhouses in the demon clan. Once as dazzling as a blazing voice, and falling like a meteor. Countless people in later generations sighed for it.

I don't know why, that name should have been just a sigh for. When I think about it at the moment, I feel extremely close.

Zong Shou didn't know if it was because the situation when he was in a coma was extremely similar to the situation before the real Zong Shou 'disappeared', because it resonated with the remnant soul, or because it was something else. In short, the memories of this man's thirteen years have all been stored in his mind.

The pride of the sky fell into the clouds again. All those close to them have been alienated. I worked hard to do it, but I didn't achieve anything. went away and changed the way of the spiritual master, but three years later, he was still regarded as a wasted person, and was ridiculed and despised by more people.

In the near future, he will also become a puppet in the hands of others, tortured and died tragically on the Qiantian Mountain.

The head on the neck will also be hung on the top of the mountain by the next Demon King of Qiantian Mountain, and the corpse will be hung for three months!

The consciousness was still groggy, and in this moment, in the chest and abdomen, it was full of unwillingness, grief and indignation—

No matter what kind of pain you have, you can endure it. No matter how hard he practiced, he could persevere! But why couldn't he open up the chakras?

Could it be that he is really a useless person? In this life, he can only hide under his father's wings and be sheltered by him?

No willingness!

Mixed thoughts, full of thoughts. Zong Shou shook his head violently and forced himself to sit up. When the scene outside the window came into view again, the muscles of the whole body immediately tensed. The ears, which were temporarily deaf, also reconnected the surrounding sounds at this moment.

Laughing silently, Zong Shou moved his body slightly, warming his limbs. Suddenly, he stood up with his sword and stood in front of the jade ball.

This array separated the inside and outside of the carriage, and if others didn't want to come in, they didn't want to go out.

Fortunately, in his previous life, he also had a little study of the method of the spirit master. Rune Method, even better.

Condensed at the fingertips, and dotted outside the spiritual light, completely cut off the flowing spiritual energy.

The jade ball in front of him immediately spun wildly and floated around. The purple lines on the walls of the carriage also faded suddenly.

Zong Shou didn't pay attention to it anymore, and carried the loose wind sword, and directly took an arrow step through the car door. Firmly outside the carriage, looking ahead through a wall of wind that was still swirling.

The green wasteland has now been painted with a touch of blood. Five or six corpses, lying on them.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the vultures in the sky were roaring wildly, hovering.

Most of the corpses were next to the carriage, and the throat bones were torn apart and scratched open.

Seven hundred paces away, the sand roared and grass clippings flew. There was also a figure lying nearby, with a thin body and hands like bird claws, but the shape was different, not the Uwe he had seen before. Lying face down on the ground, lifeless.

And nearby, the sword light is like a waterfall, and the sword shadow is like a tide. Covered by dust and sand, it is almost impossible to see the figure inside.

With all his eyesight, he could only see Yin Yang's chest, which had been pierced. Half of the broken blade was still burrowed in the wound, struggling to support itself under the fierce sword light.

What a fiery sword!

His eyes were slightly condensed, and Zong Shou followed suit, and then looked at the scarred cat-eared girl not far away.

The skirt on her body is like a snow, and she has become a bloody cloth. The skin exposed was like snow, and it was full of scar wounds from valgus.

"Cher—"

The memories of the thirteen years resurfaced in front of me again, childhood sweethearts, and the two had no guesses.

Everyone regarded him as a waste, a mongrel, and a disgrace to the Qiantian Mountains. There is only Cher, who will never leave.

Even if he knew that this was the memory of the dead man, he and this cat-eared girl had only been together for less than half a month. The corners of Ke Zongshou's lips are still not obliquely raised.

It's a big grin, usually a little confused, but as long as you see this girl, it makes people feel warm.

It's just that this smile has just floated, and it has turned into cold and cruel.

It's not fighting, it's abuse. Supporting this seriously injured body, he fought six people alone. The pace is messy, shaky, and the sword claws with both gloves are full of flaws in self-defense.

The rest of the people mostly stood by and watched, their eyes sneering. Only Zong Yu, like a cat playing with a mouse, walked around Su Chuxue's body for half a foot. Then, from time to time, on Chu Xue's body, a sword was drawn, or a blood flower was stabbed. There was a smile on his lips, as if he was extremely happy.

And the cat-eared girl didn't seem to know her situation, it was extremely difficult to stand, but she still chased Zong Yu's figure in vain.

It wasn't until the wind beside the carriage dissipated and the wind blade disappeared that his body froze, and his eyes showed despair.

Zong Yu was also stunned, and suddenly took a few steps back, avoided it from a distance, and looked at Zong Shou. The look of doubt flashed, and the smile was full of smiles.

"It turned out to be a younger brother, and it seems that Xue'er's recitation of the Fa has not yet been practiced at home. I'm still having a headache just now, how to open this wind wall array. I won't kill you today, how about going back to Qiantian Mountain with me? With Brother Yu protecting you, no one will dare to take your throne. But this Xue'er is good, full of martyrs, you have to give it to me-"

Zong Shou didn't bother to pay attention to it, his expression was extremely focused, and he looked at Su Chuxue up and down, as if he wanted to imprint the scars and sword wounds on her body deeply in his heart.

While swimming out of the chakra and pouring wisps of true qi into the Pine Maple Sword, he was thinking about it in a divergent mind, and he didn't know what was the difference between the feeling of killing people and breaking corpses in reality and the whole virtual illusion?

In the game of the previous life, there was a guy known as the corpse maniac. After killing, he always likes to torture corpses, which is unbearable to witness and notorious.

At that time, Zong Shou always didn't understand, and he felt a little inexplicable. But now, unconsciously, he actually had the same tyrannical thoughts in his chest.

Ten thousand years later, the Sword Emperor talked about autumn, and in the first battle of this era, he didn't expect to be these scum!

Zong Yu didn't see Zong Shou answer for a long time, thinking that he was already stunned, and couldn't help but snort softly again: "I thought you had grown a little over the years, but you still couldn't get on the stage!"

He was about to signal to the side and order someone to take him down. But when he saw Zong Shou, he suddenly asked, "Xue'er, do those injuries hurt?"

Chu Xue was already dazed, and after hearing this, although she was confused for a while, she immediately shook her head and said: "It doesn't hurt, but Xue'er regrets a little that she didn't take good care of the young master!

Zong Shou felt a slight pain in his heart when he heard this, but there was a smile on his face: "If it doesn't hurt, then take a good look at it, your young master will give you a breath! I will take off the heads of these guys and kick them for you?"

At this time, not only was the first snow surprised, but the ball? Could it be a hydrangea? Is it used to kick? Even a few people around were also stunned. Zong Yu was angry and laughed, and sneered: "Angry? You are just a waste that you can't protect yourself, who are you angry with? Brother Shou, are you crazy or stupid?"

waved his hand indifferently, and the three blue-clothed swordsmen beside him had already jumped out of their own way, rushing on land, their bodies like arrows, and stabbing away.

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows slightly, and then took a deep breath for a long time, and adjusted his body to the best state. The pine wind sword pointed diagonally in front of him, and his hands were clenched. The hidden power in his body exploded with a bang. With his right foot slamming on the ground, he rushed forward half a foot wide!

In future games, he also killed like hemp. But in reality, whether it is fighting or killing, it is the first time.

But it is surprisingly adapted, without any sense of rustiness, and in the chest, it is like a flame, burning.

In just a few steps, the faces of several people on the opposite side could be clearly seen. Dressed in blue, he has a strong body and pounces on him. The eyes of the three of them were all green eyes unique to the low-level wolf clan. At this moment, he is full of coldness, but there is no trace of war intent, in the minds of these people, they are afraid and have never regarded him as an opponent. It's just that he is a clown who doesn't know whether he lives or dies, and he is very sexual.

laughing at himself, Zong Shou's right chest, the wind spirit acupoint called Lingchi, exploded violently. Disperse the true qi in the inner body and guide the feet.

"Treading the wind!"

With a strange step, Zong Shou's figure flickered, and he unexpectedly brought out an afterimage. Without warning, the whole person accelerated nearly doubled! appeared in front of the first person, almost face to face, looking at the look of astonishment and horror in the man's eyes.

"Rush the sword!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the sword light pierced forward like electricity.

A line of blood, immediately carrying countless bones and fragments of flesh and blood, surged wildly from the hole after opening the throat and neck!