A rooster that falls into the water is certainly embarrassed, but it is by no means a defeated rooster.

A defeated rooster does not peck at people, but a rooster that falls into the water not only pecks, but even pecks blind eyes.

The first heavy snow of winter had stopped at some point, and a cold wind blew, and the smell of blood was in my nose.

There was no corpse in the mud mixed with snow and blood, and the corpse had been snatched away by the people of the four major sects.

In this strange battle, it seems that none of the four major sects have profited.

Or maybe they didn't think about making a profit at all, they just teased each other and tried each other.

The six elders of the Qin Sect and the six elders of the Qi Sect slowly moved their steps and circled them like sheep.

They will definitely not kill each other again.

Because the colors in their eyes are the same, and the direction of their gaze is also the same.

The color is the color of hatred, and the direction is the direction of Dishu night.

When human beings can't find someone to be angry, they always like to be angry.

In a scuffle, they couldn't find the murderer who killed their fellow disciples, so they could only find this introduction that hadn't burned to ashes until now.

Di Shuye glanced at the earth-shattering battle in the distance, which was still in full swing, and his heart was still hanging.

He felt very bad today, and he always felt frightened, and this feeling has become even stronger for a while.

But whatever he was worried about, he came.

Eight sub-level masters worked together to besiege Tianpai Shui, and there were only four left at this time.

Even if Tianpai Shui is only a soul body of the upper level, its strength can also be arrogant.

The heavy snow stopped early, and the visibility increased greatly. Suddenly, several figures rushed to the sky.

Each one is like a void against the wind, and it is like the Nine Heavens Milky Way falling.

Di Shuye did not find it, and neither did the shepherds, because they were already fighting in one place.

They fought together in the blood-red muddy water.

The roar of the tiger is like thunder on the ground, the flames are like a dragon that devours the gods, the shadow of the sword is like a wave of water, the gray-white mist is hovering, and the red light of the red armor flickers and dims.

Blood was dripping on the golden talons, and a heart had already been crushed by sharp toenails, and it was bloody. But the wings were flapping rapidly.

The white stick head had a dim earthy yellow glow. smashed mercilessly, the wind howled, the space collapsed, and the hand holding the white stick had long been dyed red with blood.

The pitch-black medicine shovel was held in a pair of miserable white hands. The pale hands were already shaking. It seems that it is possible to lose the medicine shovel in your hand at any time.

Everyone's expressions were unified at the moment. Sluggish! Sluggishness is full of shock.

But they had all seen that Di Shuye and the others were already at the end of their crossbows.

There were only three saints left beside them. One nine-star, two nine-star peak sages.

Life and death seem to have been decided.

Yao Shun, the leader of the Pharmacist Alliance, looked demented, and he couldn't have imagined that Di Shuye had such strength.

In the Qin Sect's camp, Nie Xiange's face turned pale, and he was glad that he hadn't rushed to Di Shuye's side before.

Zhan Quming glared at Di Shuye, occasionally glancing back at the snowman over there, and the murderous intent rolled out of his eyes.

So his body moved, and his body moved, but there was a voice in the sky.

"Hahaha, old thing, long time no see. ”

The distant sky laughed like thunder, rolling in.

Di Shuye's heart sank.

When he turned around, he saw four figures shooting arrows.

No, faster than arrows, even faster than thunder and lightning. Because when the sound arrived, they had already arrived.

Four figures, two in black and two in white.

Di Shuye's gaze was like a nail on the man in black.

He inexplicably gave birth to a galloping killing machine, as if he saw an old enemy, an old enemy who had been entangled for thousands of years.

The hatred that even he didn't know, the killing intent that even he didn't know why.

Four people appeared, and the number of besieging men returned to eight.

But everyone stopped.

But one person didn't stop.

Shepherd.

Because the bell-ringer died, and died under the sword of Di Shuye. His hair was already the same as when Di Shuye first saw him.

It's messy, messy like a chicken nest.

There are no tricks, no moves, like a stake to the dazed Di Shuye.

"Boss!"

"You're finally showing up...... Saya careful."

The old man's voice swirled, accompanied by several exclamations, the exclamations were mixed with screams, and the screams were mixed with the sound of ice breaking.

The shepherd slapped his palm on Di Shuye, and the sky slapped the water and flew back to save him like lightning, because he had seen that Di Shuye had already collapsed, and if he continued with this palm, he would definitely die.

Di Shuye was indeed unable to fight again. The bluebird could not fly at all. Ye Yunzhou and the others could only barely stand by relying on weapons.

"Old thing, mind your own business!"

The sneer was accompanied by an incomparably strong self-confidence, and no one present could see through the other party's cultivation.

Four figures, four palms, two black, two white.

In an instant, they intertwined, forming a net, a net that shrouded the sky and slapped the water faster than when they appeared.

It was also a net that made Di Shuye almost desperate.

His soul is strong, but he can be sure that no matter how powerful his soul is, under this net, he will become a little sheep without combat power.

It was a web specifically aimed at the soul body, powered by its two black palms.

Di Shuye jumped up, jumped half a foot and fell, falling into the blood-red mud. He was no longer able to fly.

He looked desperately at the electric sky-beating water, and tears overflowed, but they were red.

Tears.

He wanted to let the heavenly water drill into the void pot space, but he couldn't speak.

Even if he could speak, would he be able to open his mouth? Will he be slapped to death by the shepherd?

The blood-red palm shadow had arrived, and Di Shu was about to be buried under his palm, and no one doubted the strength of a nine-star peak sage.

Fire Phoenix and the others seem to be stupid, but even if they are not stupid, how can they catch up?

A terrible roar was heard in the distance, but no one was looking.

Half a foot, five inches. One inch ......

The pale, supposedly illusory palm slammed lightly against the blood-red palm.

The blood-colored palm suddenly turned into a blood-red popsicle and shattered in an instant.

Tianpai Shui didn't have time to kill the shepherd, and the soft palm power was imprinted on Di Shuye's chest, and he touched Di Shuye's body for the first time, so he smiled.

"Xiaoye, let's go, remember to go to my courtyard to play, take care of ......"

The voice was ethereal, and Di Shuye couldn't hear it for a long time, because he had been knocked a few feet away.

But his eyes could see, and he really wished he was blind at this point.

He saw that the big net covered the god-like Grandpa Shui.

He saw Grandpa Water's pained face.

He saw Grandpa Water's instantaneous illusory body.

He saw Grandpa Shui's warm smile looking at this.

Then he saw a white figure.

I don't know if this white figure is merciful or cruel. He blocked his view.

It's like a wall with no edge in sight. separated him from Grandpa Water forever.

Suddenly it rained in the sky.

No one has ever seen a heavy snowfall still raining.

"San'er, save ......"

This was the last sound Di Shu heard at night when the sky slapped the water.

At the same time, he also heard a voice, in fact, not only him, but everyone heard it.

"Old man water. I'm late again. Brute. Still not stop?"

Di Shu didn't have time to look at it. Because he is not at all involuntary.

The white figure in front of him seemed to turn.

So he could see it again, but he only saw a streamer.

The four palm powers instantly condensed, and the figure of Tianpai Shui turned into a streamer and was packed into a ring.

My heart cracked instantly. He wanted to raise his hand, he wanted to move, he wanted to listen, but it was all in vain.

He knew that Tianpai Shui wanted San'er to save himself.

But he suddenly felt that he deserved to die, and he suddenly felt that death was sometimes a very liberating thing.

It will be easier to die, there will be no more guilt, there will be no more sorrow.

The Three-Eyed Cow did save it, but it didn't save Di Shuye.

Perhaps in his eyes, Di Shuye would never die. Or maybe he simply has this self-confidence.

The Three-Eyed Cow's goal is to borrow it.

A golden arc of lightning shot at the ring on the hand of the man in white. The sudden change surprised the man.

But he reacted so quickly that he almost threw the ring to someone else.

With a sound of "Kara", a huge spatial crack appeared in front of the white-clothed man's eyes in an instant.

Like a huge black mouth, he didn't even have time to exclaim before he was swallowed by the spatial crack.

The arc turned, chasing after the man in white with the ring in his hand.

But the arc stopped suddenly, briefly for a moment.

In less than half a second, the arc swished and shot towards Di Shuye.

The soul contract let him know that Di Shu's heart was like ashes and lifeless.

The cute little guy never killed anyone, didn't make a move, because he was so naïve.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt fear, because he could no longer feel his father's soul.

Di Shuye is not dead, but he is not far from death.

Zhan Quming, who was dressed in white, had already rushed to Di Shuye not far away, and as soon as he grabbed it in the air, Di Shuye stopped steadily in mid-air.

There is still a long way to go from the fire phoenix, and the sky is beating the water to throw Di Shuye towards the fire phoenix.

The long sword in Zhan Quming's hand had already been stabbed out.

But he suddenly stopped, because out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a goose-yellow figure.

The goose-yellow figure was extremely fast, a speed he had never seen before.

The pale and slender fingers pointed in the air, and when the ice arrow was shot, the long sword in Zhan Quming's hand had already fallen.

"Snow ......"

Di Shuye spat lightly, but his eyes looked to the other side.

"The wind and fire are too high, you are late, haha!"

The remaining two men in black and one in white shouted Taishang, but they were smiling on their faces.

Suddenly, a golden light rose from under their feet, and the three of them waved their hands at the electric figure, and with a whoosh, it was already several miles away.

The speed of the figure who rushed was even faster than the sky shooting water.

When he swept past Di Shuye's side, he suddenly flicked his fingers and popped out of an object, and his figure was already far away.

Di Shuye's eyes suddenly had a hint of light, as if he had been reborn.

The arc on the horns of the three-eyed cow disappeared in an instant.

"Jiang Xue, you ......"

Zhan Quming looked at the goose-yellow figure and spoke in a trembling voice. (To be continued......)