There were runes in his pupils, and there were the evolution of the magic powers, and now they all became the reappearance of this gun intent.

When he and Guan Juyi met for the last time, Guan Juyi once said: It's just a pity, I still have a shot, which is reserved for the monster of Meteoric Ink Mountain, otherwise it will be used in front of you at this moment, and it will definitely help your magic power to go further.

Now, Li Chen said: "I saw it. ”

Not only did he see the gun intent, but he even understood what kind of state of mind Guan Juyi, a scholar on that day, was in to sacrifice himself to die.

Li Chen lifted the sword, just like Guan Juyi that day, the connection of the two figures in the dark, and the illusory gun intent in the air were also collected into the sword by him, so the whole world seemed to be stunned, and the shouting and killing noise on the battlefield became small for a moment.

The monster on the opposite side once again felt the familiar threat, just like the last shot of Guan Juyi that day, the extreme pain of that day in the memory, and the feeling of dying lingered in the bottom of the heart, this feeling made it afraid, it knew that the young man in front of it must not be able to use such a powerful means as Guan Juyi, but it didn't dare to gamble, it had to turn around and flee into the distance in a sharp scream, panicked and embarrassed.

Li Chen's sword had already been swung out, and the sword spirit of the lonely sword was really urged by Li Chen for the first time, and an illusory world like a wilderness forest appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and in the sword spirit vision, a fire phoenix flew down the treetops, scorched the air, and went straight to the monster.

The Jiangliang Strange Beasts squatting on the ten-mile slope looked at this scene with their heads raised, and the Qinglong Divine Beasts in the Immortal Mountain Canyon also raised their heads slightly, as well as many strange beasts in the vision, they were all kinds of sword spirits that had been in the world for many years.

The scorching sword light fluttered its wings and swept through the void, skimming thousands of pairs of eyes of hope or shock, tearing through the clouds, and colliding with the monster without hesitation.

Like the fall of flint outside the sky, the heavy collision in the hiss of the air shattered the body of the monster in the Forgotten Worry Realm, shattering into countless flesh wrapped in firelight. Clusters, those scorching sparks fell among the monsters, and just the sparks that splashed out could scorch through the bodies of ordinary people on the other side, and countless monsters rolled and howled.

The sword light that was red for half the sky gradually became illusory, and in the illusory shadow of the lonely sword sword spirit, the fire phoenix flew back to the treetops, proudly combing its hair.

The gunfire intent that had been maintained in the sky for several days disappeared, and Li Chen's body, like a bird with its wings cut off, fell straight down.

In this momentary moment of lightning, all of his Yuan Force was emptied, and the meridians dried up, only those Yuan Force particles that had not yet had time to absorb were still honestly staying in the dantian or everywhere, but now without the transmission of the original Yuan Force, they could not be mobilized.

All the soldiers and monsters on the battlefield watched this scene.

For a moment it seemed like a long silence.

On the desert, a burst of pilgrimage-like fanatical cheers suddenly erupted, "Your Highness! ”

"Your Highness!!"

The death of the monster in the Forgotten Realm dispelled the shadow that shrouded the Falling Ink Mountain in an instant, the sun fell, and the daylight reappeared.

Even the eldest grandson Daosheng didn't expect to win this battle, they jumped high and cheered with those ordinary soldiers, the cheers swung on the white desert and mountain cliffs, and the new snow that landed was soaked in blood and melted, and it was immediately covered with another layer of snowflakes.

Some people celebrate the aftermath of the disaster, some people cry and shout revenge, some people praise this big victory, only the autumn wind covers Li Chen with an umbrella to cover the snow, Cheng Zhian holds Li Chen's shoulders, and the three of them carefully step over the corpses everywhere and step on three lines of footprints on the snow.

Of course, an umbrella can't cover three people, so Qiu Feng tried her best to move the umbrella towards Li Chen, so she and Cheng Zhi'an came out empty, and along the way, they fell on both sides of the white heads in half but in pairs, as well as the man in the middle who was not stained with dust.

Cui Hao and Xiao Qi followed behind the three of them, and both of them were ready to draw their swords at any time, just because the current Li Chen was too weak, and he couldn't even compare to a Huangquan Realm.

Finally, there are a group of children from families with mixed feelings.

Lu Han thought about the fierceness and ferocity that Li Chen faced with the monster, and said happily: "Fortunately, when we came, this highness was not on the mountain. ”

This time, even the eldest grandson Daosheng felt the same way, he only felt that Wang Chong and Chen Xun were stupid, and they were the first to be a bird in the face of Li Chen, thinking that a person like the Nine Emperors, even if he put aside his identity as a prince, he was a strong man who was not easy to offend.

The sunset turned over the sky and was about to hide in the mountains, and the crescent moon pulled up a new curtain, creating a silence for three minutes, and then dispersed by the fireworks of the human world.

A big cauldron was erected on the Meteoric Ink Mountain, the heat boiled half of the mountain, after a big victory, the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain were all full of joy, cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle and for fun, all the monarchs built a night together.

The soldiers who have been frightened for many days are only at this moment at ease, and a bowl of hot soup is warm, driving away the cold brought by the winter, so many people's legs and feet that have been shaking for many days slowly stabilized.

The shouts that resounded throughout the mountain, and the meat words that popped up from time to time, became playmates with the passing wind, and the smoke rolled away to the wasteland outside the mountain, leaving behind the smiling faces on the mountain.

Cheng Zhi'an sucked most of the bowl of noodles in one go, squinted her eyes and looked at Li Chen, who was serving marinade not far away, and said, "It's good." ”

This holy pilgrimage has always been a three-way area, and today it has two generations of backbones, the old and the new.

All the soldiers set up two gods in their hearts, the old gods created rules, and the new gods kept peace.