The moment when Zheng Xiu's fist and Aturu's fist collided.

The sound of the two *** heads colliding seems to be a big drum appearing out of thin air in the cicada valley.

Winter!

With such a loud bang, in the valley, the scorching sun tribes who were good at fighting and brave covered their ears in pain.

Blood spilled from both ears of the sun and earth.

Zheng Xiu's shirt was instantly blown into crumbs by the blade-like blast wind, revealing his sturdy and perfect flesh behind the [projection]. Whew~ The little phoenix meow in Mengnan's arms was blown into the sky at the same time, her four claws stretched outward, and she swirled in the air like a paper kite with a broken line, and she didn't know where it was scraped off. The round meow eyes looked lonely and helpless. - It regretted it.

Card!

The unimaginable force instantly bent Aturu's arm, and after a terrifying loud sound like a big drum, followed by a crisp sound of fractures, Aturu's arm was suddenly broken into several pieces, and the white bones pierced the flesh to expose the outside of the arm!

Aturu opened his mouth and spat out blood, flying backwards.

The force was mutual, and the same force acted on Zheng Xiu's arm, and his arm was instantly unconscious, hanging limply at his side.

Quickly took a few steps back to unload the remaining strength, Zheng Xiu looked down, and saw that the pores of his arm were stained with fine and round blood beads, as if they were squeezed out raw, and after a while, the unconscious arm felt a sharp pain, which made Zheng Xiu grin.

The two-meter-tall body of Aturu, flying upside down, crashed into the army, knocking his own army on its back. A brave war camel let out a panicked scream, there were a few unlucky soldiers, after catching Aturu with their bodies, the force of the backlash instantly shattered their internal organs, a few sounds, a few bloody eyeballs flew out of the gaps in the armor, and even some people squirted out of the foam of internal organs, for a while, Aturu's army was in chaos under this change, and it was difficult to maintain the original formation.

"Husband!"

Xie Luohe looked down at her hands, her eyes struggling even more, a rare anxiety appeared on her face, she put her back behind her back, bit her fingers, and wanted to step forward to help.

Zheng Xiu turned his back to Xie Luohe and stretched out his other hand to signal.

"Let me come."

Zheng Xiu said calmly, his entire right arm drooping and trembling.

The opposing army stopped charging because of Zheng Xiu alone.

With a sinister smile on his face, Arturu quickly got up from the pile of corpses.

His face was covered with black lines, and the arm that clashed with Zheng Xiu was no longer in shape. As he stepped out, the next moment, Aturu did something that shocked the watchers.

Aturu suddenly tore off the broken arm with force, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his shoulder, and the rich smell of blood wafted down the wind. On the valley of the cicadas, the desert inhabitants who were shocked by the monster-like strength of the two of them, when they saw this scene, some of the children had never seen such a battle, and they were so frightened that they lay on the stones and turned pale and retched violently.

Aturu opened his mouth wide and vomited blood, blood between his teeth. The whiteness of his teeth, the red of blood, and the big mouth of red and white blood make him look extraordinarily oozing at this moment.

Biting off the finger of the severed hand, Aturu easily tore off an arm from the corpse of an unlucky soldier on the ground in front of Zheng Xiu, and that action was as easy as tearing a leg of lamb from a whole roasted lamb.

"What is he going to do?"

Aturu's actions at the moment can no longer be described simply as "crazy". The coexistence of calm and madness as if wading through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood made Zheng Xiu have a bad premonition in his heart.

At this moment, Zheng Xiu couldn't treat Aturu as an ordinary alien general. Aturu is an Inhuman, an upgraded thaumaturgist who is even more unreasonable than a thaumaturgist, and can even ignore the rules to some extent and perform thaumaturgy beyond the norm.

He knew that he couldn't let Arturus do anything at this moment, Zheng Xiu took a deep breath, opened the sandbag containing "blood sand" on his waist, and spilled sand all over the sky.

"Strange Tales of the World......

The howling wind was particularly violent in the narrow part of the valley mouth, but on the contrary, the "blood sand" sprinkled into the sky

It was as if it was frozen in the sky...... Freeze frame.

"Paint sand."

Ten years, even Xie Luohe is not clear, Zheng Xiu spent a whole ten years in the world of painting, deeply cultivating the art of painting, and what realm he has penetrated into the door of [painter]. In fact, even Zheng Xiu is not sure.

Entering the door again and again, pushing open the door one by one, two years ago, Zheng Xiu pushed open the "third door" in a dream.

Just as the seventh gate in "The Doorway" is a threshold for thaumaturgists, once the seventh gate is opened, it can make a drastic change for thaumaturgists; When Zheng Xiu pushed open the third door, the "scenery" that was different from usual made Zheng Xiu unforgettable.

After the third gate, it is no longer a road.

Perhaps, after opening the third door, there is no way out of the "doorway".

It was an abyss that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Like an abyss, like a lake, like a sea, like an ocean.

Zheng Xiu didn't know what was under the "boundless darkness" that flashed by. All he knew was that there was no road ahead.

But there is no path, but there is a closed door on the other side.

He couldn't get there through the "path".

In the next two years, Zheng Xiu could still feel that he was improving, and his painting skills continued to improve, but he never had the opportunity to enter the door to get a glimpse, let alone know where he would go in the doorway without a road.

The blood-colored fine sand was mixed with Zheng Xiu's blood, Zheng Xiu's mind moved, his five fingers were weakly grasped, and the fine sand condensed into a delicate small sword in the sky.

Countless small swords circled at the mouth of the cicada valley, like a sword array. In the end, the scattered sand gathered between Zheng Xiu's fingers, becoming an illusory and clear "sand sword".

The sword only has an outline, no substance, but when Zheng Xiu held the sword, his temperament changed, and his eyes opened and closed, as if he had become another stranger. The eyes are full of vicissitudes, and there is a kind of calm that looks at the prosperity and sorrow of the world.

Behind Zheng Xiu, Xie Luohe, who was still anxious at first, suddenly became much quieter when he saw this scene. She quietly looked at Zheng Xiu alone, a single shadow, guarding here, unforgiving, her eyes were full of love and tenderness.

"Return to one sword intent."

I have a sword,

Chop!

Zheng Xiu took a step forward and swung his sword at Aturu in the distance.

Time seemed to stand still, and countless thin swords passed through Aturu's body in an instant.

The last gray sword light fell diagonally in front of Arturu.

Laugh at!

Aturu paused, his eyes widened, and the black texture on his body faded weakly.

Snort!

In an instant, behind Aturu, dozens of war camels foamed at the mouth and ran back frantically. As he ran, half of his body was disconnected and split into two parts, and the first half of his head was still running as if he didn't know that he had been cut off, and he ran a few steps and rolled into the ruins, blood spurting all over the ground.

"Ah!

！」

Aturu screamed, and the belt bone in front of his chest and stomach was cut open, leaving only a thin layer of flesh and skin, and the broken intestines flowed to the ground.

Hundreds of elite soldiers from the Western Regions, under Zheng Xiu's move, were killed and wounded, and the few dozen people left had already been frightened, dragging Aturu's remnants on a war camel, running wildly, and fleeing in the direction they came.

The town was full of corpses, broken corpses, colorful intestines, and crimson blood intertwined all over the place, forming a tragic scene that can be called purgatory on earth. There was no sound in the valley except for the sound of the wind, and the birdcage broke and fell into a rain of blood.

Xie Luohe watched the few elite soldiers flee, and did not chase them out, but came to Zheng Xiu's side as soon as possible.

She could see that her husband was not as relaxed as he seemed on the surface. She had seen the birdcage trick in her "memory", she vaguely sensed that her husband was not in a good state, and stepped forward to help, sure enough, after the "birdcage" broke, Zheng Xiu's sturdy body retracted like a deflated ball, and became as thin as a scholar, leaning softly in his wife's bulging arms, his face was pale, like a blank piece of paper.

"The battle between strangers is really dangerous."

Mrs. Zheng Xiu smiled at his wife, casually

Say a word. Xie Luohe's face changed, and he picked up Zheng Xiu's sword-wielding hand.

The next moment, Xie Luohe's long hair fluttered, in extreme anger, her right eye inadvertently appeared the word "Ding Wei", the howling wind in the valley stopped for no reason, the heaven and earth were terrifyingly quiet, a huge shadow behind Xie Luohe, silently emerged, the surging shadow was as high as the mountains, covering the sky and the sun, from a distance, it seemed to be a demon god who stepped out of the netherworld.

"Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and comforted, and stood up straight.

When Xie Luohe heard this, he was stunned for a moment. Nodding.

The boundless killing intent surging like the sea is as traceless as when it came, and there is no trace when it goes, and there is no trace of it. The wind blew again, blowing up Xie Luohe's long hair, covering her side face.

"Your hands."

Xie Luohe held Zheng Xiu's sword-wielding hand distressedly.

It was densely covered with blood holes of various sizes, and the blood was gurgling as if it had been pierced by thousands of steel needles. She tore off her sleeves and hurriedly helped her husband bandage it, wrapped it in a hurry, and wrapped it silently with tears flowed down.

"It's all my fault."

Xie Luohe cried.

At this moment, she no longer has the domineering and free and easy in the past.

"Blame myself."

Zheng Xiu glanced at Xie Luohe strangely, and the soft arrow just now made Zheng Xiu puzzled in his heart. For a moment just now, Xie Luohe's expression and actions seemed to be...... Fengbei.

When he hesitated to ask, he looked down and saw that his hand was quickly wrapped into a zongzi by Xie Luohe, and none of his five fingers were exposed, the shape of the bandaged wound made Zheng Xiu's doubts disappear, and he raised the "zongzi" with a smile: "Madam, are you taking the opportunity to take revenge?"

Xie Luohe's eyes flashed, he looked away, and his small mouth pursed slightly: "Who let you mess around."

At that time, Zheng Xiu was afraid that Xie Luohe would go crazy, and deliberately wrapped her two hands like zongzi, and now Xie Luohe repeated his old tricks, Zheng Xiu saw through Mrs. Madame's careful thinking at a glance.

The moon is in the west, and the morning sun rises in the east.

The inhabitants of the desert fell to their knees and worshiped in the direction of the rising sun, which was their faith, and the glow that dispelled the night seemed to be reflecting, and they survived the difficult night and ushered in the dawn.

It's just that Zheng Xiu's performance last night was not like ordinary people, including the patriarch Ridi, everyone looked at Xie Luohe and his wife, and they were afraid to hide their horror, and they lost their former kindness.

Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe didn't say much, stepped over the corpses all over the street, and walked towards the town by supporting each other.

"Why are your hands hurt like this?"

Halfway through, Xie Luohe asked.

After ten years as a husband and wife, Zheng Xiu had almost no secrets in front of Xie Luohe. Zheng Xiu didn't hide this, and said with a smile: "I tried to fuse different ways a few years ago and tried to create a new "thaumaturgy"."

"The sword?"

"Yes." Heaven and earth are intertwined and returned to one sword intent", which is a unique skill that can only be performed by the human soul when life and death are dying and when the human soul is separated from the body. And I forcibly simulated it with the "painter" doorway, which is equivalent to painting a snake to add to it, and when I hurt others, I also hurt myself." Zheng Xiu raised his hand and looked at the tightly wrapped hand, and a surging sweetness welled up in his heart: "The 'Guiyi Sword Intent' has become a double-edged sword in my hands, which can only mean that I haven't comprehended the true meaning. Even so, Shicai's sword is far less than one ten-thousandth of the true Guiyi sword intent, but it's a pity."

This is also why Zheng Xiu called it "Returning to One Sword Intent", rather than "Heaven and Earth Crossing Gang Returning to One Sword Intent", which is not a little bit worse.

But Rao is like this, that specious sword directly injured the alien Aturu, and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

"I don't know if I live or die, but I don't die."

Zheng Xiu had prepared for the worst, and told Xie Luohe: "Aliens are not very human, and it is impossible to die easily."

Xie Luohe nodded and remained silent.

She knows this all too well.

Inhumans are all monsters, without exception.

There were heavy casualties in the town, but most of the dead were outsiders. In this regard, the sun and earth did not have too deep sadness. He commanded his people to count the corpses in the town and was wary of the resurgence of the Western Regions.

After a while, Ridi stewed a pot of pork and mutton in a large cauldron. As for the carcasses of war camels on the ground, they did not use them to eat, but buried them one by one. For the Sun tribe, camels are different from pigs and sheep in that they have the same funeral treatment as living people.

Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu were sitting at the door of their homes, when a shy young man held a small pot of pork and mutton stewed and delivered. It was the Riding who crossed the desert.

His feet were still wrapped in gauze, but seeing that he was walking without obscurity, it was clear that the changes in his feet did not affect his movements.

[The problem of slow update of new chapters is in the can.]

It was pitch black, and I could no longer hear a sound.