The rain washed the ground, the lanterns of the congregation had been extinguished, only the altar shone brightly, and Fucheng stood under the only light source, the light of the night pearl illuminated him a cold and miserable white, the taut jawline, the straight nose dripping downward, his expressionless face was like a sculpture.

Fu Cheng looked at this cruel world like a newborn baby. The fighting has already entered a period of exhaustion, at this time even the light is pitiful, everyone held their breath in the rainy night, around each other behind the place, with trees as a protective barrier, the darkness infected the land a little bit, surrounded the battlefield in the middle, this place has become extremely cramped.

Fu Cheng's emotionless gaze fell on Rama. Rama's pure white robe began to get stained, and the embroidered spring knife scratched his sleeves, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Rama was angry, but when he saw Fucheng, he shouted in his old voice,

"I didn't lose!" Su Meiniang controlled Fucheng too reluctantly, Rama punched thirty-six golden needles into Fucheng's body and sealed thirty-six big points on his body, at this time Fucheng was like a marionette, the heaviest one was sealed on the top of his head, used to seal Fucheng's action, the golden needle on his head was pulled, and Fucheng recovered his mobility.

Using blood as an alliance is an ancient secret technique of the Life and Death Sect, and Fucheng is now completely controlled by Su Meiniang.

Rama's mood was high, and his attack became more and more aggressive, as if he wanted to kill the two brocade guards in front of him on the spot.

Liu Xitian took Lu Chuanbai to escape and said, "Heart." Lu Chuanbai held the embroidered spring knife in his hand, gritted his teeth and looked at Rama, he and Liu Xitian did not hold him back.

And Rama didn't seem to want to stop there, he folded his hands, his robe was filled with true qi, like a toad, the whole person swelled twice the size, his old face also changed, every wrinkle was strangely stretched, I don't know what kind of side door to repair.

Rama laughed and said, "Just use the two of you to sacrifice!" Lu Chuanbai wanted to correct him, and the sacrifice had to be willing by Lao Tzu himself, but he was not in the mood to joke, and he even suspected that he would die at the hands of Rama today.

Fu Cheng's eyes fell on the forest, and the awakening of Fu Cheng invisibly boosted morale, and the people in the forest who had fallen into exhaustion went crazy again, and they shouted the name of Fu Cheng: "Evil God!"

They are the lucky ones of the Cult of Life and Death, the witnesses of history, who can see the evil god once, and would rather die.

Father-in-law Cui frowned, these people don't want to die, he is greedy for life and afraid of death, Father-in-law Cui said while resisting the enemy: "It really wants our family's life." Fu Cheng saw a girl in red, Jin Ling saw Fu Cheng wake up and was first overjoyed, and was about to step forward, and then her footsteps stopped, she stood in place and hesitated, Fu Cheng didn't look like her dog city no matter how she looked at it.

In the end, Fu Cheng tilted his head and looked at the man standing in the rain, Zhou Heng kept looking at him. The rain wet Zhou Heng's hair, his eyelashes were pressed by water droplets, Zhou Heng looked at Fucheng from a distance through the rain curtain, surrounded by the tragic situation of fighting, blood washed by the rain, and there was a dead sect member lying at Zhou Heng's feet.

Zhou Heng's ears sounded Fu Cheng's words,

"If I fall into the devil, can you kill me?" Zhou Heng looked at Fu Cheng's cold eyes, thinking to himself, is it really to the point of killing him?

"Jin Ling, you go first. Zhou Heng was holding the Xuantie Sword, and at this moment, Zhou Heng was still delicate, and he couldn't let Jin Ling see Fucheng like this.

Jin Ling gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not leaving." "Whatever has become of Dog City, it's her brother. Zhou Heng understood Jin Ling's attitude at that time, and he showed a comforting smile to Jin Ling.

Even if Zhou Heng didn't speak, Jin Ling also saw the meaning of laughter, and Zhou Heng would bring him back.

Life needs to believe in others, Jin Ling can trust Zhou Heng, she nodded to Zhou Heng, so as to devote herself to the battle, not to let the people around her interfere with him, this is one of the few things that Jin Ling can do.

Whenever he draws his sword with Fu Cheng is the worst plan, but at this time, Zhou Heng has to face it. Zhou Heng said: "Fucheng." Zhou Heng still didn't give up waking him up.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, Fu Cheng accurately looked at Zhou Heng, his red eyes did not have any emotion, only the coldness of death, Fu Cheng seemed to understand that this was his goal.

Fu Cheng picked up a knife from the ground, an embroidered spring knife of a dead brocade guard. Fu Cheng held the knife across his chest, the luster reflected by the blade in his eyes, and the murderous aura in his eyes was full of murder.

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth, he couldn't lose, once he lost, Fu Cheng came to his senses and faced Zhou Heng's corpse.

But he didn't know the bottom in his heart, and standing opposite was Fucheng. Pedal and pedal - Zhou Heng rushed towards Fucheng, the water splashed everywhere he walked, the rain smashed on the Xuantie sword, and Zhou Heng's sword came.

Fu Cheng was not panicked, the embroidered spring knife stood up, and when the two blades collided, Zhou Heng felt a huge force, with the embroidered spring knife as the center, the water droplets on the blade splashed as if suspended, and a burst of water vapor was raised.

The two faces were very close to each other, Zhou Heng could even feel the smell of blood on Fu Cheng's face, the two blood marks and Fu Cheng's amber pupils were set together, looking a little evil, his breath His eyebrows and eyes Zhou Heng was quite familiar, Zhou Heng had kissed each other's fire cloud patterns countless times, this face Zhou Heng would not forget even if he brought it into the coffin, but the other party seemed to not know him at all.

The internal force on Fu Cheng's knife urged, and Zhou Heng intuitively collided with a huge piece of iron. Zhou Heng suppressed a mouthful of sweetness, he had an understanding of Fucheng's strength for the first time, and with just one knife, Zhou Heng knew that he was by no means Fucheng's opponent.

Zhou Heng didn't retreat, he let out a loud shout, and launched a second sword towards Fu Cheng, and at the same time he crossed Fu Cheng's shoulder and saw behind him, almost imperceptibly nodding.

Zhou Heng is not a lonely hero, Deadpool Five is like a shadow that melts out of the night, he came from the dense forest, the sword in his hand went straight to the heart of the back of the city, Zhou Heng had specially told not to kill people before, this move was just to make the city fall.

However, he clearly underestimated the strength of Fucheng. At the moment when Wu's sword was about to touch Fu Cheng, Fu Cheng's left scabbard shot out, only to hear the sound of Zheng, and the scabbard blocked Wu's sword blade.

He actually forgot Fu Cheng's teachings, and Fu Cheng saw the reflection in Zhou Heng's sword. It was too late for Zhou Heng to let Wu retreat again, Wu's stomach was hit hard by the scabbard, and with a loud bang, Wuzhi retreated straight back, until he couldn't stop until he took ten and a half steps.

There was no accident when Zhou Heng fell, and it was extremely difficult to hunt Fucheng with what Fucheng taught.

Not only that, but he had prepared for this a long time ago. He is not a person who gets carried away when he loves someone, he knows the special of Fucheng, since he has accepted Fucheng, he must accept this specialness, and he must prepare for the worst.

As soon as the five retreated, the left side of Fucheng ushered in Cui Gonggong's Broken Soul Claw, Cui Gonggong is famous for his Broken Soul Claw, which can break bones.

The Broken Soul Claw headed towards Fu Cheng, Fu Cheng glanced at Cui Gonggong lightly, Cui Gonggong felt that he was being targeted by a snake, and suddenly hesitated, and a moment of hesitation was enough.

Fu Cheng turned sideways, his sharp claws scratched five blood marks on Fu Cheng's left shoulder, and Fu Cheng's hand slapped directly on Cui Gonggong's chest like a ghost.

"Ruyi palm?" Cui Gonggong covered his chest and said, this is Zhengxuanshan's kung fu. Fu Cheng's seemingly simple palm is like a thousand pounds, Cui Gonggong walked without embarrassment under the injury, and his body rose backwards like a falling flower, and gently landed on the branches behind him.

Cui Gonggong felt more and more difficult to deal with, Fu Cheng had both decent kung fu and what the demon sect had learned. Gonggong Cui licked his fingers, which were stained with Fucheng's blood, and said softly: "It's really troublesome." The three of them took turns not to give Fu Cheng a chance to breathe, but Rao was like this, Fu Cheng had not taken the initiative to strike once.

The three of them fought to the death and never exchanged for Fucheng's shot in the blink of an eye Zhou Heng took the opportunity to attack the ambush city's leg, trying to deal with Song Chuan's move as the law, Zhou Heng's sword was close to the ground and left, Wu's offensive had come, Zhou Heng succeeded in this move, and Fucheng's leg cut a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

Fu Cheng fought with Wu on the one hand, and on the other hand, the embroidered spring knife was facing downward, and he actually suppressed Zhou Heng's sword to the ground.

Zhou Heng's figure flipped up close to the ground, and when he pulled out the Xuantie Sword, a gap had already appeared on it. The three of them fought with Fu Cheng for more than 50 moves, leaving twelve wounds on Fu Cheng's body, five of which were heavily damaged, but Fu Cheng's movements were not slowed down at all.

Grandpa Cui felt his scalp tingle, and said angrily: "What kind of monster is he?" Zhou Heng said: "He doesn't feel it." "There is only life and death in Fucheng, there is no difference between injury and death.

In order to achieve the goal, there is no other choice. The rain was heavy, and the ground was enveloped in it, and no one was spared under the deterrence of Fucheng.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and there was a muffled sound as it smashed against the blade. Zhou Heng, who was standing in the distance, nodded slightly.

Five is a Deadpool who is going to die from the moment he is born. Five no longer guarding the empty door, even if he didn't want to die, he went to Fucheng's embroidered spring knife, the embroidered spring knife penetrated his left shoulder, he made claws with both hands and clasped the embroidered spring knife to the city to draw the knife and did not decisively abandon the knife.

At this moment, Zhou Heng's sword really arrived, and the blade of the sword broke through the air and cut the rain curtain in front of him, aiming at Fu Cheng's chest.

This is Zhou Heng's final blow, if this trick is fruitless, then he can only abandon the city. When-the sword was Fu Cheng's hand, and the Xuantie Sword was held by Fu Cheng, and he couldn't advance half a point anymore.

The next moment, only a sound was heard that made people's scalps tingle, and this indestructible Xuantie sword actually appeared like a spider web.

Zhou Heng felt desperate, it always makes people desperate to face Fu Cheng with a sword, this is a war that is destined not to be won.

With a click, the Xuantie Sword broke, and the broken sword fell downwards at a rapid speed, and the time at that moment seemed to be deliberately slowed down, and the descending sword blade broke through the raindrops, and was finally caught by Fu Cheng's left hand.

The broken Xuantie sword became Fu Cheng's sharp weapon, Fu Cheng held the broken sword, evoking a smile, his facial muscles were involved, and the blood marks on his cheeks were stretched.

Wherever the broken sword went, the water droplets were cut in half by a sword, and the water mist burst through, which was the first move of Fucheng, wrapped in endless murderous aura, unstoppable.

Zhou Heng's pupils contracted, the distance between him and Fu Cheng was too close, and it was impossible to dodge. At the same time, on the carriage in the forest a foot away from the battle, Su Meiniang sat in the carriage, covering her eyes in pain, and blood gushed out from her eye sockets.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Li Jianqing.

"I ...... I almost couldn't control him. Not only her eyes, but her ears also began to bleed, if she forcibly suppressed it again, then Su Meiniang's ending could only be that she bleed and exploded to death.

"Mei Niang," Li Jianqing shouted,

"Let go. Su Meiniang didn't let go, her internal organs were in severe pain, she knew what the prince wanted, Li Jianqing wanted to see Zhou Heng and Fucheng kill each other, then she Su Meiniang would give him a killing.

Li Jianqing hugged her and said, "Mei Niang, don't be reckless, I order you to let go!" Li Jianqing began to regret joining forces with that old man from Rama, everything he wanted should not be at the expense of Su Meiniang.

Su Meiniang didn't say anything, Li Jianqing opened the carriage curtain and said to Li Xingkong: "Save her." Li Xingkong didn't care about the prince's orders, he just didn't expect this prince to be quite affectionate.

Li Xingkong got into the carriage, but he was helpless. Su Meiniang's eyes are very strange now, and the vertical pupils are covered with bloodshots, like a blood spider entrenched in her eyes.

She gritted her teeth and let out a painful roar, ah-Su Meiniang suddenly raised her head, as if she was being dragged by an invisible hand by her hair, Su Meiniang's vertical pupils disappeared, and she rolled her eyes upward, like a wizard who did it, it was no longer her to let go or not, under the influence of the golden needle, she was closely connected with the spirit of Fucheng, and today she and Fucheng must die!

Fu Cheng's sword stopped, he stopped an inch in front of Zhou Heng, and the sword qi cut a shallow scar on Zhou Heng's face, and blood flowed down.

Fucheng was struggling, and there was a voice in his head, kill him, kill him. When Elder Tang died, the people of Zhengxuan Mountain cursed that he was a monster.

At the time of the Life and Death Sect, he was the sect leader he had time to kill. These people gathered together, their heads squeezed, and they scrambled to appear in Fu Cheng's mind.

Fu Cheng's eyes were a little flowery, and there were many figures in front of him, so he couldn't tell where the illusion was and where the reality was.

Fu Cheng held the broken sword, his hand was shaking all the time, and the raindrops were bouncing on the blade. Fu Cheng slowly raised his head, squeezed out a word from between his teeth with difficulty, and said, "Get out-" Zhou Heng saw his face full of struggle, his face was full of pain, his eyes were as unpredictable as turning over the river and the sea, he seemed to want to break free from the shackles of fate, and fight with his life for this.

Zhou Heng felt afraid for a moment, Fu Cheng was holding his broken sword in his hand, with such a distance, Fu Cheng could be killed with one sword, he was gambling, betting that Fu Cheng would not move him.

Zhou Heng stood unarmed in front of Fu Cheng, opened his arms and said, "Don't you want to kill me?"

Why are you forcing me? Fu Cheng felt his mind tingle, like a number of needles pricking his brain. Zhou Heng seemed to be ruthless, completely ignoring the dissuasion around him, and continued: "Come on, pick up the sword in your hand and kill me!"

Fu Cheng covered his ears. Something was in his head, someone was talking to him, at first it was just whispering, and then the voice kept amplifying, kill him, kill him, kill him and you will be free.

Fu Cheng made a move, the broken sword went towards Zhou Heng, the blood slowly ran down Zhou Heng's chest, and Fu Cheng saw Zhou Heng's unbelievable face.