"You should give me some time to express some more feelings. ”

Li Xiu was back to back with the black shadow, and he looked at the ten monks of the upper three levels who walked forward, his face was calm, but there was a trace of bitterness in his eyes.

"There's very little time, so it's better to say less. ”

Zhibai Dao.

"Then you should at least allow me to choose a cemetery for myself. ”

Li Xiu looked at him and said.

It's not too demanding, and it should be easy to do.

Zhibai was silent for a while, feeling that this requirement was not too harsh, so he said: "As long as you don't choose the cemetery in Chang'an City, I will rely on you." ”

As an adversary, this commitment represents recognition.

Li Xiu looked around, looked at the mountains in the distance, and looked at the boulders and plains under his feet.

I looked at the small south bridge that was faintly visible behind me.

Then he said: "This is a good place, I like it very much, so I am buried on this boulder, so that I can look at the Tang Dynasty after I die." ”

Zhibai became more and more silent, and the national belief is not only fantastic, but also sounds very mysterious.

But this is something that every Tang person has in their hearts, as if they are born with it.

"Good. ”

The ten people glanced at each other, and then approached Li Xiu.

There was a wind blowing in the sky, and a petal fell in front of him, it was the petal of Fusang Sea, it was extremely rare to float so far, it should be regarded as fate.

Listening to the footsteps that were getting closer and closer, Li Xiu suddenly said, "I want to find some people to accompany the burial." ”

He raised his head to look at the ten monks in front of him, and the black shadow held a sword behind him to stop the other two.

Li Xiu's gaze lifted and fell on Zhibai and the more than 100 desolate warriors behind him, and continued: "I want all of you to be buried together. ”

This is very arrogant.

Arrogance and arrogance do not mean the same.

Arrogance is because I still have some capital.

Arrogance is nothing.

Zhibai sighed, feeling a little boring: "It's come to this, what's the point of saying some nonsense other than disappointing me in you?"

He suddenly felt that he had looked down on Li Xiu, and it turned out that Li Laizhi was Li Laizhi.

Li Xiu is Li Xiu, the two should never be confused, if Li Xiu is killed without saying a word at this time, he still admires this as a man.

Only then will the woman speak in vain.

"Because it's not nonsense, because I'm really going to have all of you buried with me. ”

Li Xiu's hands were no longer trembling, and the black shadow suddenly bloomed with a sword light, which cut through the throats of the two upper three level monks in an instant, and then the black shadow became deeper and deeper, and it actually showed a strange smile.

Then he walked towards Li Xiu and walked into his body step by step.

It's a weird scene.

And that sword is powerful.

However, the Chengyi realm was two monks in the upper three levels in an instant, this was an unlikely thing, but it appeared under Zhibai's nose.

His eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyelids jumped.

The palm hanging by his side couldn't help but clench a little, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Red Sleeves stood far behind the boulder, and Fat Bear sat on her shoulder and squinted at this scene, attracting the soul, this kid is so bold.

The black figure walked into his body, and Li Xiu closed his eyes and did not choose to resist.

The ten monks of the upper three levels are getting closer and closer.

The ominous premonition in Zhibai's heart became stronger and stronger, and the palms that were gradually clenched were covered with a dense layer of fine sweat.

The more than 100 desolate people behind him were expressionless.

Can a monk who promises to turn the sky upside down?

The black figure completely disappeared from his body.

The wind between heaven and earth never stopped, and the green shirt on Li Xiu's body fluttered to the side, and the wound on his back quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wreak of grass in his hair split in the middle and fell into the snow, and his black hair rose in the wind and his green shirt.

Li Xiu's tightly closed eyes opened.

Zhibai's whole body was shocked, and his face was extremely shocked.

What kind of eyes are they?

It was real indifference, mixed with a little alienation.

It is alienation from the world, as if it is out of place, like an immortal in the sky, who exists alone in the world, and there is no one who can whisper in the world.

The pupils were gray, and there seemed to be an indescribable feeling in their eyes.

It's like reading the vicissitudes of the world.

It's like I don't know the tiredness of the Chinese years.

He sighed.

Red Sleeves felt a little strange, and the hair on Fat Bear's body stood upside down.

Zhibai coughed painfully, and he waved his hand to signal everyone to do it together.

Although the desert warriors didn't understand what was going on, they still obeyed the order to form a phalanx and march together.

"What is the difference between living and dying, even if a soul has been sacrificed?"

Zhibai stood there, letting the snow on the ground float into the air and slide on his arm.

All this happened in less than four breaths.

It's not too long.

The swords of the ten upper three level monks were still several positions away from Li Xiu.

He didn't seem to see it, those gray eyes looked around, and nostalgia and liking gradually appeared in his eyes.

Whether it's the snow field or the Tang Dynasty, whether it's the Beihai or the green mountains.

It's all that world.

The world that has never changed and made him willing to fall to the earth.

The knives were getting closer and closer, and the sound of the wind breaking from the slashing was very piercing.

His brow furrowed, feeling a little bored, and he took a step to the side.

The sword vanished in the air.

And then it appeared.

Brought up a few heads.

Li Xiu's body appeared in the phalanx formed by more than 100 desolate warriors, and the three-foot sword in his hand became faster and faster, never stopping.

He was like a cloud of smoke, ethereal to the left and right.

There was no sun on the snowy field, but his sword was bright and blinding.

Obviously he is killing people, but his posture is extremely elegant and noble, like an immortal in the sky demonstrating the art of killing.

Perhaps, this is really a fairy.

One desolate man after another fell.

The remaining seven monks of the upper three levels only felt that their hairs stood on end, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from their foreheads, and they turned around and killed behind them.

Li Xiu's body suddenly disappeared into the phalanx and reappeared in front of them.

There was not a trace of emotion in those eyes, as if the way of heaven was extending the judgment.

There was a gray glow in his eyes.

The body of a monk who had gone to the third level flew out upside down and fell hard into the snow, with a sound like fried beans bursting all over his body, and he fell there as if he was dead.

In just a few moments, the place was full of corpses.

Four monks died in the upper three passes.

More than 100 desert warriors died, and more than 20 people died.

The horror in Zhibai's eyes gradually subsided, he looked at Li Xiu, or at the person in Li Xiu's body, and said seriously: "You are very strong, but how long can you hold on?"

Li Xiu didn't answer, he coughed softly, his body shook, and blood spurted out of his mouth and fell on the snow.

It's like a plum blossom dyed red.

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PS: Some people say I'm talkative, so I won't be verbose at the end of the chapter, alas, a little sad, but allow me to say it again, this chapter is really well written, and I can't help but feel a little proud