There was numb pain in the bloody eyes, and Motoyoshi stared at Rika's face, as if he was looking at it, as if he was thinking about something.

"Yuan, Yuanji." Rika five fingers twitched coldly, and touched his face along Motoji's waist and abdomen, "You ......"

Motoyoshi's eyes suddenly froze, and he stared at the tears in the pear blossoms' eyes, and a familiar scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

A skinny girl slumped in the snow, her face covered with her hands spilling out intermittent cries.

She was so weak, scarred wrists and shackles and mud in her nails under that icy and snowy ground. The golden hairpin was tied to her messy hair.

At that time, he only thought in his heart, she was so good-looking.

The flesh behind his back was torn, blood dripping down the hideous wound into the snow, and the maniacal laughter was behind him, and with each whip snapped down, he gritted his teeth and bit the breath even more.

At that time, there was a voice in his heart that told him.

I have to ...... Let her hold on.

She......

Let me hold on......

Suddenly, Yuanji, who was in front of Pear Blossom, suddenly widened his bloody red eyes, and the breath overflowing from his mouth turned into mist in the cold air. He seemed to be suppressing something.

"Kill ......"

Yuan Ji raised his blood-red eyes, and the Seven Slaughters in his hands shook violently, and then a scorching fire burst out!

"Kill!"

He turned around, faced the middle of the field, and stared at the black feather!

Black Feather narrowed his eyes, stared at Yuanji and muttered, "Since you can't use it for me, then die."

At this moment, Yuan Ji suddenly flew up, the fierce flames stained his body, and his body was like a fireball rising into the sky at this moment, flying towards the black feather!

Poop!

The soul-attracting lamp suddenly trembled, and the blood disciples all swooped down, and all the righteous monks looked at the sky in horror, watching the desperate figure pounce into the sea of blood!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, I heard a sky-shattering roar suddenly come from the sword pool, and a dazzling white light rushed up to the sky!

Everyone looked at the sword pool in shock, and then saw a huge figure leap out of the white light!

"Oh my God!"

Countless monks pointed to the flying figure and exclaimed in unison!

"It's a white tiger!"

The supple fur was as pale as snow, and the majestic white tiger leaped out, roaring and shaking the earth, and its angry claws swept through the air, instantly tearing the blood in the air in half!

"Sea Eater." The white tiger spoke, and it looked at the sea and said, "Come with me!"

Hai Yu shouted in surprise, "I thought you were taken away!"

"Don't say much, hurry!" The white tiger took a few steps to the front of the sea devourer, "Come up."

The sea devourer immediately jumped up and lay on the white tiger's back, then pointed down and said, "Take them!"

The white tiger immediately ran to Zhen Kexiao and Jiang Guo, and the two of them helped Wu Shiliu to climb onto the tiger's back, and Hai Yu pointed to the pear blossom and the beggar Jingcheng in front of the cliff steps, and said, "Take them with you!"

At this time, the blood disciples had already been slaughtered, and the black feather stared at it, and the soul-attracting lamp in his hand paused one after another, and then flew up and went straight to the white tiger!

The white tiger landed on the ground with four paws, rolled its eyes between leaps, and then swept out with both claws, causing the pounced blood disciples to be pushed away a few feet away!

Zhen Kexiao pulled Pear Blossom and the beggar Jingcheng on the back of the tiger when the white tiger was flying, and at this time the black feather was already approaching!

"Where are we going?" Suzaku is the only one in my big array, can you bear to let him be trapped alone in the array?" The flame of the soul-attracting lamp in Black Feather's hand turned from red to black, rising with pitch-black flames, "It's better to go back with me."

The white tiger glared at him and roared, his sharp fangs *** outside, and he immediately rushed towards Yuanji in the field!

Yuan Ji was already like a mad demon at this moment, and when he saw the thing that pounced, it was a sword that slashed out, making it difficult for the blood disciples to get close. But there were too many blood disciples, not to mention the sword pool, not to mention that even the righteous path monks couldn't break through the outer obstructions.

Rika clutched

Tiger Mao shouted, "Yuanji! Come up!"

Yuan Ji raised his head suddenly, and suddenly saw the white tiger flying over his head, and Pear Blossom's hand also hung down.

Motoyoshi slammed into his feet and reached out with one arm to hold Rika's hand.

The white tiger took a few people to leap a few times, and then his hind paws accumulated, and he flew out of the cliff violently!

But at this moment, the sword pool suddenly burst into white light, and countless brilliant chains of light stretched out, entangled the white tiger's hind paws, and forcibly pulled it!

Zhen Kexiao hurriedly said, "It's a magic circle!"

Several people were shocked, and their faces showed despair.

"Sea devourer, take them first!"

The white tiger immediately turned over and was shocked, and several people on the back of the tiger were shocked and flew off the cliff.

Hai Yu summoned the magic weapon gourd, took several people one after another, and he turned to the white tiger and shouted, "Then what should you do?!"

The white tiger turned its back to everyone, and the fierce tiger eyes were blazing, and it stared at the blood disciples who surrounded it, and said in the cold wind, "If it weren't for the Seven Slaughters to suppress the flesh, I would have been taken away by the flesh long ago. I didn't expect that hundreds of years of time could give birth to a second Holy Spirit, and I was really reluctant to kill this lovely doll. But it has been suppressed for hundreds of years, and there are countless grievances to vent."

The spear drawn by the blood disciple in the field pointed at the white tiger.

In a hurry, the sea devoured and shouted, "You're not leaving?"

"You know bragging on weekdays, and I have to cover the big scene." White Tiger burst out laughing loudly, "I'm afraid this is the last time I'll carry you. We must succeed and not fail to live up to this thousand years."

He clenched his fists and said, "Can't you not be the master at this time?!"

The White Tiger laughed even louder, and said with a smile, "You've been loaded with garlic before, and it's my turn!" Let's go!"

After the white tiger finished speaking, he raised his head and roared angrily at the countless pairs of bloody eyes in front of him!

"Roaring !!"

The whistling sound shook the sky, and this scene fell in Hai Yu's eyes, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, and raised the back of his hand to wipe it.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, and the gourd turned upside down and flew swiftly beyond the sea of clouds!

"You're waiting for me!" He cried out at the top of his voice, "We'll see you again!!

The white tiger glared at the black feather angrily, and said to himself, "First solve this kid for Bai Yi, I will keep my oath!"

The sound of shouting and killing in the sky enveloped Gu Feng, the pillar of light in the sword pool soared into the sky, and the sound of chains rubbed against the mountain stones. Zhen Kexiao and his party looked at the back of the white tiger from afar, watching it leap, move, bite, and roar.

At this moment, they all understood that this person turned out to be Qianli.

It turned out to be a thousand miles, Zhen Kexiao sighed. The first time she saw Qianli, she felt that this person's attire was like a stranger walking in a foreign land, and his body was full of hardships and dust that only the world had.

His name is Chisato, and he must be very good at running. Now he is a white tiger, but he is bound to freedom.

It should have run to heaven and earth, galloping through the wilderness and desert and stained with servant dust, that is what he looks like.

Zhen Kexiao felt a deep sense of guilt in her heart, she stopped on the gourd, looking at the sea of clouds being scraped to both sides, the undulating clouds and waves were so beautiful, and there was a distance in front of her.

The white back.

The battle of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate against the Demon Dao was only terminated in the early morning.

In this battle, the White Tiger fought in all directions and showed its might. But after all, he couldn't resist the fierce battle of countless blood disciples, and when he was exhausted, he was imprisoned by Black Feather's soul-attracting lamp. The righteous monks opened their eyes and rushed forward, ambitious and determined to save the white tiger with justice. But there is still no way to rescue the sea of people.

Seeing that the righteous path was full of momentum, Hei Yu knew that he should not be in a hurry, so he waved the order of the blood disciple army to withdraw from the Ten Thousand Swords Gate with the white tiger and disappear under the cliff.

Beitang Tianming stopped on the edge of the cliff and looked down, and Beitang Du stood at his side.

"Yesterday, your Dao heart was newly cast, so you shouldn't have left the customs early." Beitangdu's words were indifferent, but his words contained a faint gentleness, "It's better to go back to retreat as soon as possible and concentrate on understanding."

Beitang Tianming seems to have something

Looking back with feeling, he stared at the sword pool for a moment before turning his head and saying, "Last night, I was inspired by the aura of the Sword Ancestor, and this is the decision."

The wrinkles on the face of the North Hall Watari were slightly squeezed, revealing a deep expression.

"The breath is gone, and I feel it." Beitang Du's eyes were mixed, "It's the sword."

Beitang Tianming seemed to have a big stone in his heart, and said with relief: "The sword of the Sword Ancestor is still in the world, which is really a great blessing of misfortune."

"This sword is no longer human, you must not forget the evil things that happened to the Sword Ancestor back then, but you must remember it." Beitang Du looked sideways at Beitang Tianming, and he sighed with a serious sigh, "The life of the Sword Ancestor is so sad, I don't want the same thing to happen to you, this curse is so deep that it will not be dissolved for thousands of years. You have seen all this in the White Tiger, and you have seen it in him."

Beitangdu's bitter words lingered in his ears, Beitang Tianming was silent, he looked at the clouds on the horizon, looked at the end of the thick clouds that swam in, and the red and dazzling sun gradually rose.

He thought back to the dim starlight of last night, and then to the snow that had shrouded the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate for thousands of years.

It was darkness that would never go away, like snow drifting on his shoulders.

Beitang Tianming watched the sun rise, tapped his chin, and said, "My son obeys the teachings."

But when he turned to Beitangdu, the upright body and determined eyes made Beitangdu feel a little surprised, and the firm words that seemed to be hidden deep in the sword box.

"The way of the Sword Ancestor, I will break it."

Aung Chin's promise was broken.

The group made it through the hunting grounds of the desert, but when he led his horse up the dunes at night, he was thrilled by what he saw.

The light of the fire in the atrium was like the fire that had swept through the right courtyard of the desert years ago, the tent was shattered by the scorching flames, and the bright embers flew in the air, and he saw the blood reflected on the scimitar.

Machete.

In the hands of brave samurai.

They had entered the temple of Talaten.

The warriors who survived the hunting ground hid their faces and howled, screaming in pain like lone wolves abandoned by wolves in the starlight of the night.

They inspected the royal tent in the atrium, where Aung Chin saw his father, leaning in silence before the steps of the throne.

The wound on his chest was thick red, it was left by the spear. A spear pierced the heart, and he died a painful death.

The old king died, and Ang Qin succeeded to the throne as the new king. But all the warriors in the desert atrium have been killed, and all the people of the desert have been taken captive.