Chapter 887: All Lack of One
At this moment, Liu Jingxun only felt that the world was extremely quiet, and the silence was terrifying.
The sound of a continuous heartbeat, bang...... Bang......
There is also the sound of breathing out and exhaling through the nose and mouth.
Nothing else.
He looked down at the half-cut canoe in his hand, and had planned to break the sword a long time ago, but when it came to the end, he still couldn't accept it.
The gatekeeper, the sword that has been inherited for nearly 100,000 years, was destroyed in my hands.
The fire of life was flickering, and it seemed to be about to be extinguished, and then it fell into silence again.
In fact, in the eyes of others, he was stunned.
And at this time, the Sect Ancestor was actually forced back by two figures for a million miles.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gu Yijue's imperial sword rushed over, and he wanted to shake Liu Jingxun, but Yao Fangniu came quickly and stopped Gu Yijue.
"Don't move him, let him rest for a while, he never needs to be woken up."
After saying that, he almost emptied the magic weapon he was carrying. Countless brilliant brilliance emerged instantly, with Liu Jingxun as the center, three layers inside and three layers outside, and the surrounding water could not be drained.
Yao Fangniu said in a deep voice: "I can only protect him like this, and we have to help over there." ”
Gu Yijue glanced at Liu Jingxun, took a deep breath, and muttered, "Hold on, you haven't said goodbye to the most important person yet!" ”
Millions of miles north, some people hold swords and some hold swords, resisting the ancestors together.
Anzi holds a sword in one hand, and the sword in his hand is called Gengyu.
Zhouzi held a single sword in his hand, and the true body of martial arts became bigger and bigger, and the true meaning of martial arts became stronger.
Zhouzi looked up at the Sect Ancestor, the martial arts true body held a single sword tightly, and with a single thought, the pouring rain fell from the sky.
Chen Pao took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zheng! ”
Zheng Hongzhu nodded, "It's here." ”
As soon as the words fell, a crimson sword light disappeared into the rain, and for a while, the rain also became red, like blood rain.
The Sect Ancestor squinted slightly, slashing into the void with one foot, and a huge crack immediately appeared behind him. There are yellow talismans gushing out from the cracks, like a heavenly river falling.
In the red rain, Zheng Hongzhu shouted: "Brother Zhang, make up a number." ”
Zitong nodded with a smile and said, "It's here." ”
A figure came quickly, leading with both hands, and rushed towards the Sect Ancestor with lightning speed.
He pushed forward with both hands, and the two streams of medicinal springs actually made the long river of Fu pause slightly.
But the Ancestor just shook his head, and at the same time reached out and twisted the tip of the sword, which made the sword bend in an instant.
When he let go, a golden aura popped out from the tip of the sword, and the aura turned into a golden armor heavenly general, heading straight for Zhang Evilzi.
The latter frowned slightly, and a voice came from his ear: "Hide." ”
Zhang Evilzi just smiled, "Hide? Hide a fart! ”
He laughed loudly, and the deafness and dumbness came from the left and right, as if it had grown on him.
This Zitong evil son actually turned into three heads and six arms, with a green face and fangs, like a demon god.
Didn't they all say that I was the plague ancestor?
Then I'll scam at it.
Chen Zhuo frowned and said, "Why is this so? ”
Zhang Evilzi smiled and replied: "The evil son is not a fisherman after all, and he and Liu Jingxuan can exchange their lives for cultivation, so why can't I?" I'm not from outside the world. ”
Perhaps because of Liu Jingxun's crazy act of sacrificing 20,000 years of life, this Zitong Zhang Wei, who was added to many titles, also sacrificed the rest of his life, in exchange for a fleeting glimpse of the sky. ….
The Sect Ancestor shook his head helplessly, "Why do you bother? I am not enemies with you. ”
Zhang Evilzi smiled, "Yes! Speaking of which, my godfather and I are still our own family. It's a pity that the Tao is different and doesn't conspire with each other. ”
As soon as the words fell, the six arms pinched at the same time, and a surging aura rose from Zhang Wei, instantly submerging the Fu Changhe River and washing it away.
And the golden-armored god general who was ejected by the tip of the sword was finally easily killed by Zhang Xi.
Zhang Wei coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't stop laughing: "Godfather, how is it?" ”
The yellow-clothed Taoist looked at the blood rain in the sky, shook his head and said, "No, if that fisherman is here, he can calculate what my next step will be." ”
As soon as the words changed, the Sect Ancestor said coldly: "It's a pity, the wicked man is self-appointed, but the fisherman is not." It's a pity that there is one less son in the world! ”
The next moment, the golden armor god who had clearly dissipated actually revived in front of Zhang Xi.
Everyone didn't see what was going on, and there was no more evil in the world.
The Sect Ancestor stretched out his hand to catch the blood rain and muttered, "If everyone sacrifices Shouyuan, wouldn't it be endless?" I don't bother to pay attention to you. ”
The next moment, the yellow-robed Taoist turned into thousands of talismans, which should have been a journey between thoughts, but he walked for a long time, but he was still in the blood rain.
It was also at this time that the Sect Ancestor laughed and said, "It is worthy of being the first Jiuzhou monk to break through the twelfth floor and call for me, and it is worthy of being the master of the way of the sword." ”
The next moment, in the blood rain, the sword intent and the martial arts true intent were mixed, even if the martial arts true intent carried the sword intent, the two could not be fused, but they were forcibly fused, so that they repelled each other, and became an extremely violent and strange aura, which was somewhat similar to Liu Jingxun's aura.
At this time, the godfather was deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself.
The rain of blood, which stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, exploded one after another, like a long firecracker, and it took a long time to finish.
But this is not an ordinary artillery battle, but sword intent and fist intent.
Zheng Hongzhu appeared out of thin air, standing beside Chen Pao with a solemn face.
The two spoke at the same time: "Brother Zhang, let's go." ”
Chen Zhuo glanced back at Liu Jingxun and muttered, "Do you feel it?" A lot of people died. ”
Zheng Hongzhu's face was solemn, and he nodded: "It's not that you break through the realm by relying on your own efforts, after all, you are inferior." ”
The blood rain is still exploding, and the sound is huge for millions of miles, and the whole world can detect this abnormal movement, especially in the Middle Earth and Jiuzhou, where everyone is in danger.
And on that battlefield, Du Shen and Xing Hanzao stood at the bow of the ship, their faces extremely solemn.
Xing Hanzao turned his head to look at Du Shen, and after a self-explosion, he clenched the Dao Palace token with both hands, and his eyes were red.
But the punishment Hanzao could only say in a deep voice: "Festival mourning." ”
Du Shen shook his head and muttered, "Few of the people who came here thought that they would be able to go back alive. ”
It's the same with my master.
In fact, Du Shen knew in his heart that the reason why he was forcibly pulled here was because he was just good-looking.
Command the big battle? What can you command? Everyone is fighting desperately, this kind of scene, anyway, Du Shen doesn't know what way to break the game.
There is no prior layout, on this sea of clouds in the sky, there is no danger to defend, there is no way to retreat, only to fight forward. ….
So Du Shen muttered: "It must have been said by Mr. Liu in advance, just to build momentum for us." ”
In fact, Zuo Chunshu gave birth to them, why not?
At this moment, on the battlefield between Da Luo Jinxian and Kaitianmen, Yan He is dead, Guihai is immeasurably dead, and the two ancestors of Baihua Villa are dead.
Seriously, no one noticed how they died.
Seeing that since Liu Jingxun was repelled by a sword, even if An Zizhouzi came and Shixian helped him, he still couldn't reverse the situation.
It was at this time that someone stood at the forefront.
The man was dressed in a Confucian shirt and had no weapons in his hand, but he was covered in blood.
Ma Sanluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile: "Chief Qiao Shan, what do you say?" ”
The scholar smiled: "Ladies and gentlemen, young people have a better future than us. ”
Ma San smiled and nodded, "Understood." ”
Beiqiu Pingchuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "That's right, there are talented people in the country, if you have to die, then we will die first." ”
Li Nimaru smiled, took the lead in igniting Shouyuan, and took the lead and rushed into the enemy formation.
This was followed by the great gentleman who called himself Wuliu, several Taoists, and several monks.
In short, none of the monks who were born and raised in Jiuzhou flinched at all.
As early as when Liu Jingxun came to the door, they already knew that there would be today.
Jing Huan turned his head and glanced at the battlefield elsewhere, Zhouzi Anzi, at least he could hold on until Liu Jingxun got up, right?
In the rain of blood, Chen Pao frowned and said, "These people are crazy, I'll go over there to help ...... first."
Before he finished speaking, a sword was inserted from the back of the neck of the boat, piercing through the neck.
Zheng Hongzhu's pupils shrank instantly, and he lit the fire of Shouyuan without even thinking about it.
But another sword struck from behind Zheng Hongzhu, and a sword pierced his chest.
The rain of blood suddenly dispersed, and there was a figure with a cloak scattered inside, covered in blood.
As soon as the long sword on Chen Zhuo's body turned, the boat in the world became a headless corpse.
Like Liu Jingxun, the three souls are in the same realm!
The sword on Zheng Hongzhu's body was pulled out violently, and the scarred Sect Ancestor muttered, "I didn't want to get into this situation, for me, you are all useful people." ”
As soon as the words changed, the three figures spoke at the same time: "But you have to persecute me, is this pickled world worth it?" ”
Chen Pao's head and body were falling rapidly, and everyone's eyes were focused here.
Zheng Hongzhu smiled bitterly and murmured, "You may ...... I don't know a word, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own ...... Kennel. No matter how rotten the world is, that is also the place where I was born and raised. ”
The three figures merged into one place, and another burst of golden light flashed, and the Sect Ancestor smashed through Zheng Hongzhu's chest with a punch, and also murmured: "I just want this world to be pure and clean." ”
Anzi staggered back a few steps, no longer able to support it, and the whole person fell from the sea of clouds.
100,000 heavenly soldiers were killed by several people who did not want to die until only half of them remained.
It seems that the Sect Ancestor is also distressed.
He let out a long sigh and said hoarsely, "You guys retreat, I'll come alone." ”
I only heard Qi Qi's voice: "Obey." ”
Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers, already those so-called heavenly generals, actually turned around and left.
Zheng Hongzhu used his last strength, caught up with Chen Zhuo, pieced it together, and then fell together.
"If the yuan is placed, we can hold on for a while, but it's a pity."
It's a pity that there is one less son in the world!
At this moment, that Sect Ancestor was wearing a cloak and holding a sword in one hand, and he was a towering giant who had escaped from life.
He smashed the light curtain that protected Liu Jingxun with a sword, his eyes glowed with golden light, and he no longer looked like before.
Like ...... It's no longer human.
"Disperse here, and the world will be opened, and I will leave you here. This is my last word of advice. ”
But one of them came to this point with his sword, and his white clothes were stained with blood and he was out of breath.
"Give me another thousand years, and it may not make you so presumptuous."
Black then arrived, also seriously injured.
"Who's to say it isn't?"
But the Patriarch didn't want to speak anymore.
The three sons in the world lack one person, and the Tianjiao, who is overwhelming half of the world, also lacks one person.
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