Zasaktu did not move, layers of true qi circulating between his arms, and at the same time staring at the light and shadow in front of him, figuring out his running path, the direction of his feet, and constantly calculating with his fingers, intending to kill with one blow. Suddenly, Jiang Yanchen sneered in his ear: "You have been cultivating the Seven Evil True Tricks all your life without success, so I will try to show you one by one before you die, and repay you for your nurturing grace." ”

Zasaktu listened to the wind, and from the circle of his voice, until the last word was finished, he judged that he should turn exactly thirty-seven degrees west-north at this time. said that it was too late and that it was fast, and he immediately punched out, this punch was the strongest blow in his life that all his skills had accumulated.

However, as soon as the arm was raised, a phantom shadow was scattered, and it was immediately known that something was wrong. After the heavy blow, he didn't exert his strength, his arm was stretched, and he had no time to take care of it, and he was about to turn around and jump out of the circle, and then make a decision, when he felt a chill in his heart, and looked down, and saw a bloody claw piercing out of his chest.

Jiang Yanchen clinged to him, his left arm passed through his back, straight to his chest, and after exercising, his five fingers turned into evil claws, and his fingertips were horizontal under his eyes, still gurgling blood.

Zasaktu felt hollow at first, and only after a moment did he feel a great pain in the wound, and his eyes went dark for a moment, and then he regained his vision slightly, but he couldn't lift his breath anymore, so he barely grabbed his wrist, twisted outward, and then retreated his elbow and slammed it back.

Jiang Yanchen couldn't dodge, he was hit by the dovetail point in his chest, the momentum was huge, he was knocked upside down, rolled after landing, stood up again, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. Then I felt that my left hand was out of order, and when I looked up, I saw that my wrist was twisted at a strange angle, and all my fingers were open, but there was a bone at the blood vessel that stretched out horizontally and stood upright, and I could see that the wrist bone had been broken.

He didn't pity himself, he grabbed the palm of his hand, aimed the bones at the broken joints, clicked a few clicks, and connected the broken bones at will. The wrist moved slightly, the fists tightened, and the whole body turned into a black man, and pounced on Zasaktu.

In the secret room, I saw a black shadow shuttling back and forth in Zasaktu's body, back and forth a dozen times, and the black shadow burst out of his body, regrouped into a human form, stood in front of him, and stared coldly ahead.

Zasaktu raised his left hand with difficulty, and wanted to try to exert his strength again, but he was hit several times in a row, and a bloody hole opened in his body, and his heart, lungs, tendons and veins were all broken, and he couldn't support it, and his tall and thin figure fell to the ground with a bang.

This gray-robed guest has been the leader of the sect for many years, and now he is lying on the ground, his majesty is lost, and he is as fragile as a dead stone or a piece of rotten wood.

Jiang Yanchen raised his hand to wipe away the blood stains on his mouth, and sneered: "If you kowtow to me now and beg for mercy, I won't be soft-hearted." When Zasaktu heard this, he reluctantly lifted his head that had fallen to the ground and stared straight at him, never making a kowtow gesture.

Jiang Yanchen was slightly surprised, and then sneered: "It's all like this, it's not dead yet, it's really tenacious." Why don't you say that untouchables are hard?" lifted his foot in front of him, and wiped the upper of his shoe leisurely on his face. Zasaktu couldn't even raise his hand to push away his feet, his eyes burned with mad hatred, and the only thing left in his body was this pair of eyes.

Jiang Yanchen pressed the knuckles of his fingers and sneered: "Don't stare at me like that." After you return to the West, I will definitely develop the Shadow Sacrifice Sect into the head of martial arts, and if you want to regain the unfulfilled wish of the world, I will also complete it for you, and you can rest in peace. ”

Zasaktu finally accumulated some strength, his throat gurgled, and he tried his best to squeeze out a sentence, listening to him say "...... on the Huangquan Road" Jiang Yanchen squatted down, admired his dying struggle, and approached him again, sneering: "Yes, the scenery over there is very good, you enjoy it slowly." ”

Zasaktu gasped a few more times, and suddenly shouted, "You come along!" The sleeves of his robe swung out quickly, and the cuffs opened, and a thick black potion shot out of them. Jiang Yanchen quickly got up to dodge, waved his sleeves, but he didn't expect him to be restless when he was about to die, and kicked out in anger. Zasaktu's skull shattered, and the desperate blow just now exhausted all his physical strength, and his body stiffened, and he fell to the ground and no longer moved.

And although Jiang Yanchen dodged in time just now, and swept away most of the potion with his sleeve, the distance was too close, and the flow speed of the potion was extremely fast, and two drops were still splashed on the right side of his face. Suddenly there was a hissing sound of burnt flesh, and at the same time, there was a sharp pain on the face.

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Chu Menglin escaped from Zasaktu's pursuit, rushed all the way, heard the sound of fierce battle behind him, and slowly calmed down, knowing that with his father's skills, it would only be a moment to catch up with him, so the cat's waist lay down in the grass on the side of the road. Her breath was faint, coming and going, and Zasaktu thought that she must be desperately trying to escape, so he only strode in pursuit, and did not pay attention to the strange situation on both sides, and even escaped her again. Seeing his father's back go away, he dared to exhale lightly.

After all, the father-daughter relationship is deep, although it is only a glance, and I also noticed that my father's sleeve robe was stained with blood, and seeing his breath freely, he was not injured at all, and I really couldn't tell what it was like in my heart. After waiting for a while to confirm that the crisis had passed, he quietly stood up. At this time, she had a heart, no longer procrastinated, bought a small gourd wine in the border town, and hurried to the road.

After a few more days and nights, it was not until the usurpation of the throne in the Shadow Sacrifice Sect happened that she rushed to Qingyi River, and she was completely ignorant of the changes in the sect. Along the way, I saw the steep terrain and imagined the tragic situation of the corpses of both sides of the fierce battle, and the situation was vivid, and it was better than seeing it in person. The bottom of the river may be buried with the dry bones of countless soldiers, and suddenly the clear river water has become dirty.

The soldiers enlisted in the army just to feed and clothe the whole family, just because of the selfishness of the lord, they went into battle to meet the enemy, and their lives were like mustard. The first army was victorious, and I don't know how many old mothers, wives and children in the family wet their clothes with tears. What is the benefit of each person in order to monopolize power, fight for years and years, and devastate the lives of people?

There is no blood on the road, and you can still feel the endless killing breath in the wind. Moving slowly, I walked to the middle of the river, and saw a tall peach tree planted by the river, and the treetops were full of flowers and bloomed brilliantly. Jealous, he unsheathed his sword from his waist and threw it towards the top of the tree. The scabbard passed through the gap in the branches and fell to the ground, and the peach blossoms on the branches also fell.

Chu Menglin looked at the flying flowers in the sky, but there was only indescribable desolation in her heart. Raising his palm, he caught a few petals, and said in his heart: "When a hundred flowers bloom, they are gorgeous and colorful, and after all, they will inevitably wither and wither one day." After landing, they are mixed with the humblest earth, and no one can remember the splendor of their bloom, so why bloom in vain?"

The power of the individual is too small, in the face of the vast nature, nothing can be saved, whether it is old or striving, but if you are involved in the torrent of time, but as insignificant as a drop of dew, but there are people who pursue the fame in history, and they are bound by this all their lives.

In a trance, she stepped forward, hugged the trunk of the tree with her arms outstretched, and pressed her face on the rough bark, thinking that the trees had no grievances with her, but the flowers were destroyed in vain, but even if she didn't do it herself, it wasn't "the east wind was powerless and a hundred flowers were left"? The same is true for her life, if she is not killed in the battle, she still can't escape birth, old age, sickness and death, and perhaps her sin may not be as deep as the world thinks.

Thinking of the tragic fate of her life, she couldn't enjoy the love of her parents since she was a child, and the people around her were a group of walking corpses with straight faces, who only knew intrigue all day long, and she was born and died regardless of her safety, in exchange for a kind look.

The only happy time is when looking for broken soul tears, walking with Li Yijie and others, touring the mountains and rivers along the way, arguing and laughing, or fighting for a Shen Shiyun and being jealous, all chic and happy, it turns out that what he yearns for is just the ordinary happiness of ordinary people.

Although she didn't want to admit it on her lips and suppressed her thoughts in her heart, that experience was often recalled repeatedly in her heart, and Li Yijie and Nangong Xue were also her most cherished friends, and even if her true identity was revealed, she still didn't want to be an enemy with her face.

Both of them are temperamental people, and when they make friends, they are sincere and honest with each other, and they will never calculate the gains and losses of interests everywhere like others, and they are indeed very relaxed at that time. However, good and evil are not mutually exclusive, and decent disciples have always been jealous and hateful to the demons, and she has naturally become an enemy from the Demon Sect, even if she has betrayed the sect now, they no longer hate themselves to the core, and it is obviously impossible for them to be friends with each other as they were at the beginning.

The different trends of several people are predestined from birth, and no one can change them. Only the facts lie in front of them: they can never go back to the past, they can't get back to the past. She usually doesn't like to read, but at this moment, there is an old saying that clearly flashes "The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night".

There was a surge of sadness in his chest, he felt exhausted, his legs slid to the ground with soreness, his eyes were already full of tears, and his knees were stimulated by sharp stones, and the tears were overflowing like a spring.

Thinking of Kongtong's head of the family everywhere calculating, fighting for a lifetime, and finally only ending up in a corpse wilderness, although he has no good feelings towards him, but he has also known each other for a long time, fighting wits and courage, watching him be so angry that he blows his beard and stares, it is really fun. Now that he died tragically, most of the relationship was for himself, and his heart became more and more bitter, both for him and for his ambitious father.

She doesn't want her relatives to be the supreme lord, there are people outside the world, no matter how high her martial arts are, she will encounter stronger masters in the future, and she is afraid that it will be difficult to resist. Gaining power and losing power is just one thing, and I don't understand why he always can't see it. As a daughter, she prefers to be by her father's side, give him a good old age, and enjoy a peaceful family, but this simple wish is difficult to achieve in her life.

Shaking his head to drive away the nonsense, facing the east, he muttered: "Daddy, my daughter is not filial, and I have angered you." In this life and this life, after all, we have embarked on a path that is contrary to you. Your diligent nurturing, your daughter keeps it in mind, and she doesn't dare to forget it, and she can only report it in the next life. After speaking, he lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, and kowtowed respectfully. sniffed and continued: "You have great ambitions, and my daughter wishes my father a thousand years of life and domination of the rivers and lakes." Mighty all over the world, forever!" After speaking, he buried his head and kowtowed.

Although she spoke with a weeping tone at this time, there was no trilling sound when she prayed sincerely, but it still sounded very sad. When he raised his head for the third time, he said in a lamenting voice: "Fate is over, daughter...... Say goodbye to Daddy!" kowtowed very slowly, and the tears were even more irrepressible. She used to bow and bow, and she was often dissatisfied in her heart, and secretly retorted, but now it is the first time that she is so obedient. If Zasaktu has a spirit under the spring, I don't know if I can forgive this "rebel girl".

Chu Menglin stiffly moved her knees, looked to the north, looked at the imaginary imperial city, and said, "Brother Death, a hundred years later, no one will be sorry for anyone." You must have your reasons for choosing to surrender to the imperial court, I ...... I don't blame you. It's just that in this way, Daddy has fewer helpers around him......" Lifting the flask, pulling out the soft stopper, bringing it to his lips and taking a big sip, then swinging the spout downwards and swinging back and forth on the ground in front of him, swaying a trickle of wine, dragging a dark wet trail on the ground.

Chu Menglin leaned back, leaning on the trunk of the tree, her legs folded in a kneeling position, raised her eyes to look into the distance, and sighed: "Jiang Yanchen...... Heh, you stinky boy, no one will be mischievous by your side in the future, you should be happy, right? Since you want to please your father, you should treat him well, and do your filial piety for me, thank you...... He has long regarded you as his righteous son, and it is not a sure thing that he will inherit the throne with you in the future? I have not seen you succeed to the throne in person, so I would like to say congratulations first. "I closed my eyes and thought that I had fought with him for more than ten years, and now I thought about it was just ridiculous and meaningless.