The god of war in Jialou, the black knife Fu Yu, and the raging red flame spread from the long knife, covering the whole body.

The black clothes were wrapped in red flames, like a ball of fire.

The girl Cistanche with a big sword is entwined with blood and energy, and Fu Yu is evenly matched.

The blood-colored evil qi from the imperial tomb in the eastern suburbs continued to enter Cistanche's body, and the red flame of karma was also like a rolling river.

The luck of the two countries collided in a square inch, and the momentum was like a rainbow, which affected the pond fish. The black sheath and white sword in Nangong's hand reappeared, and after a few swings, the Xuanwu golden armor turned into a golden wall on all sides, enveloping Fu Yu and Cistanche.

The golden wall is like a golden bottle of continuous wine, and the Shura evil qi and the karmic fire of the Jialou industry make wine, and soon overflow from the huge gap above the golden wall.

There are many people in the audience who are not afraid of death, who are not only curious, but also vainly trying to absorb this surging national fortune, and step forward to guide the sputtering streamer into the body.

I saw that one person was about to touch a wisp of evil qi, and immediately his eyes were scarlet, and he was delirious like a trapped beast, and he roared and rushed to the others around him, but he was collided with another person who touched the karmic fire and burned, and immediately exploded and burned together like boiling oil to a fire.

Evil qi is evil, karmic fire burns evil, under the control of Shura and Kalu, it is like ice and fire, but in ordinary people, it is adding fuel to the fire.

The people who were burning in the flames were rampaging in pain in the crowd, and Nangong saw that he couldn't stop it, and he urged the golden wall to spread even more.

His Xuanwu Golden Armor could not withstand the impact of karmic fire and evil qi, and could only disperse the crowd of onlookers by constantly expanding.

However, the two people in the center of the battlefield were still increasing their strength, and Cistanche, who had encountered Shura's evil qi for the first time, could not control this power, and Fu Yu, who had finally found an opponent, was even more eager to let go.

The expansion of the golden wall is far less than the speed of the expansion of the qi fortune of the two countries, and under the burning of the karmic fire wrapped in evil qi, the golden wall is gradually melted, and the qi luck that was previously blocked by the golden wall is also like a volcano erupting, roaring and roaring.

Finally, the evil qi and karma and fire fused into one, the golden wall collapsed at the touch of a button, Nangong's chest seemed to have a thousand pounds, spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell backwards, and was steadily caught by Bai Liyao.

The fire of the evil karma is like magma rolling, and everywhere it passes is scorched earth. The onlookers fled in all directions, and in the panic, a woman was knocked down, trying to struggle to stand up but felt a sharp pain in her back, apparently accidentally injured by the weapon worn by the fleeing person.

When the woman was in a hurry, she looked for the young ranger who took her out to watch the battle in the crowd, and finally saw those familiar clear eyes, and reached out for help, but in exchange for the infinite hatred in the eyes that were still amorous like water yesterday.

This look made her more painful and desperate than the karmic fire.

She lowered her arms, no longer struggling, letting the flow of people trample on her prostrate palms and back. At the beginning, for those watery eyes, he left the family and made a private life with a young ranger who cherished the world, wandering the world. She only feels like the heroine in Mr. Storyteller's story, heroic and free, smiling proudly.

Now, in the same eyes, she saw the disgust that made her despair. After the ruthless turn of the familiar figure, she understood that she was nothing more than an ornament carried by the ambitious young ranger, and that she was no different from the long sword that had never been unsheathed in his hand and the jade pendant that had been carefully maintained at his waist.

A few days ago, he also talked about the grand event of slashing Chang'an, and wanted to witness the most exciting master duel in the rivers and lakes with her.

She is like a pearl and a flower, smiling without pretending, and coquettishly saying what if she is hurt.

The young ranger swore with his sword in protest: "If anyone dares to hurt you in the slightest, I will die with him." ”

She hurriedly covered the young ranger's dry lips with stubble, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, don't work hard, I've turned my back on my family, and if I lose you again, I'll really be left alone." ”

The young ranger embraced her in his arms, and said vulgar vows and love words, but the girl took them seriously.

Now, she finally began to regret that she had no hesitation about leaving home, and turned a blind eye to her mother's bitter words.

The heat wave of karmic fire hit, and she could almost feel the pain of eating the bone and marrow, but she only thought in her heart: "If you can never come once, I would rather not see this river and lake, I would rather not be that woman, I would rather be a husband and a child, but I will never leave that city and that Taoist door again." ”

She finally remembered her father's appearance, and it seemed that she was no longer as rigid and stubborn as before. It turns out that my father is so cute, and my mother is also gentle and kind.

Even the world's friend brother, who was always courteous to her, was a lot less wooden and more straightforward.

She really regretted it.

But no one has ever been lucky enough to get that bottle of regret medicine.

"What a precious opportunity to do it again. ”

"So, you have to cherish. ”

Suddenly, a warm and soft voice smelled like white jade sliding across the delicate waist, like the warm brown sugar in the throat when the winter was steep, making people's hearts sway.

When the woman heard the sound and looked up, she saw a young man in white clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, and a sea of stars in his eyes, which even made her feel that even if the world was sinister, it was worth having him in this life.

She lost her mind and said, "Are you here to save me?"

The man in white pinched her chin and said softly, "Just to remind you." ”

After speaking, he turned around and left, accompanied by a scholar, and did not come to the rescue.

The woman suddenly had a strong desire to survive, she wanted to live, she wanted to get up and find the son, tell him that she cherished it, and teach him his rudeness by the way. Then he killed and fell in love with him, entangled for half his life.

But when she turned back, the fire of evil karma rushed to her face.

This time, there really isn't a chance.

She closed her eyes and prayed that her death would not be too hideous.

I hope that the son can mourn for himself.

After a long time, I didn't feel the pain of bone erosion as I imagined, and there was even a breeze blowing on my face, bringing a piece of comfort.

When she opened her eyes, there was no more blazing flames, and there was a lot of greenery in front of her.

It's a patch of intertwined vines.

Outside the battlefield of Fu Yu and Cistanche, trillions of slender green vines leaned on each other, weaving a new city wall after the golden wall.

Beneath the scorched earth that had been burned by the fire of evil karma, new sprouts broke through the ground and were reborn from the fire, growing visibly with the naked eye.

These delicate grasses of unknown origin absorb the overflowing luck of Jialu and Shura, and grow wildly.

Those evil karmic fires that are burned as soon as they are touched are also wrapped in this green wrap and will no longer leak out.

Under the city gate, Nangong looked at Shennong who was holding the ground with his hands in shock, and finally knew why this sloppy emperor like an old beggar could become the faith of the Great Zhou.

From the bluestone slab under his palm, green shoots and vines continued to spread everywhere.

Nangong's Xuanwu Golden Armor has an amazing origin, but under the fire of Jialou's karma, it collapsed at the touch of a button. The evil karmic fire hurts the source even more. But the greenery that Shennong bred was not only not burned by the evil karmic fire, but regarded it as a nutrient to absorb and grow for one's own body.

Shennong turned around and winked at Nangong, as if he was proud, and said, "Amazing." ”

Nangong was stunned and said: "History...... Terrible. ”

He suddenly remembered something and looked back in confusion.

He finally remembered that he was the first in the world who rushed towards Shennong a moment ago.

The Great Dragon Empress, Ye Yu Qingtang.

A woman who can lift a mountain with one punch, a woman who has no one to stop and no one dares to stop her.

Even Fu Yu, the god of war in Jialou, couldn't resist her blow before using Jialou's karmic fire.

At this moment, he was stopped by a fat man.

The fat man who had no left arm and his right hand had his thumb cut off was said to be the eldest grandson of the Six Dao Sword Gods.

The founding patriarch of the Shushan Sword School, Lu Dafu.

Nangong recognized the familiar back, and shouted loudly: "Master......"