The familiar smell is the fragrance of the flowers that year, I met you at the foot of the mountain.

The familiar memory is that you took me and held me in your hands that year.

In the void, I hear your call, and I forget you.

The flower of memory leaves traces of the past, drifting with the tide on the Huangquan Road leading to reincarnation. Eight hundred miles of manzhu sawa, delicate and charming. Meng Po's soup has no taste, but it can make the soul get carried away. You never know that the person who is asleep is actually the awake self.

The sky is high and the wind is cold, and the clouds and tides are surging southeast.

The sun is close to the West Mountain, and the red glow reflects China.

Above the nine clouds, between the thousands of sunsets, a handsome white horse flapped its wings in the sky. It looked a little flustered, and it didn't dare to move its whole body except for its wings. I don't know if it's afraid of the canyon under the clouds, or if it's afraid of the little blue bird that is standing above it.

This little blue bird can only be the little blue bird.

The little paws were tied to the small scroll of letterhead, and they knew who wrote the letter, but they didn't know what it was written. Three small pale cyan feathers swayed in the wind on the melon seeds on its head, which was very chic. And its expression has become a little different from usual, it is less sluggish and more energetic, and it has become deep and solemn, like the demeanor when it came back after sending a letter to the north a year ago. And at this time, it stood on top of the white horse's head. The small eyeballs seem to be able to see through the obstacles, staring directly at the clouds below.

It really seems to see...

The clouds are thick, and there is a thicker layer of tidal fog below the clouds, and a thicker layer of thunderclouds below the tidal fog. The black clouds are pitch black, and the thunder light is contained in it not only flickering, although there is no sound, but the thunder and lightning breath sprayed by the interlacing of thunder and lightning is enough to make people deeply feel the horror of the energy contained in it.

Through the thunderclouds, down in diameter, it was a dimly lit world. The downpour and the wind raged, and the ghosts cried and the wolves howled. The water tank of the 7749 square burial corpses is arranged in a circle of four palaces and three talents, up and down for several miles. Endless human corpses are piled up into a mountain, and they are built into a circle of two miles. A high platform burned with a strange blood light, shrouding the red blood coffin in the very center.

"Wow..."

"Whew!!"

"Seven in the north and five in the south, swallowing the sun and the moon, breaking the sky, and the reincarnation of the six and four in the north... Withdraw!"

"Whew!!"

"Come again. ”

"The north and the south are cloud-by-month, and the three are five directions... Withdraw!"

"Whew!!"

"Come again. ”

"The north and the south are a ladder of clouds, the purple air comes from the east, Taoguang is obscure, the north is three and the south is five gossip and two instruments, and the four elephants... Withdraw!"

"Whew!!"

"Come again. ”

“......”

The rain falls and the wind howls, and the sword roars and the beast roars.

The sword order is endless, and it is stacked one after another.

The flat and rapid speed of speech is just like a lazy little disciple of the Seven Star Academy, who was punished by Mr. to stand in the wind and rain and recite the mantra.

It's boring and repetitive.

In the wind and rain, in the sea of corpses, the three-foot Qingfeng bloomed with silver rays and turned into a small silver fish, back and forth with the sword order, quickly shuttling inside and outside the hundred zhang with the altar as the center. His speed was so fast that in the wind and rain, you could only see the water streaks splashing with the force of the afterimage. Even so, with each sprint, he could not get within thirty zhang of the altar, because someone was faster than him...

It's two people...

They are more than a foot tall, with green faces and fangs, and their muscles are as deep purple as boulders. It was the two sleeping corpse kings, and now they had woken up. The huge body is like a small mountain, the fist crit is like a meteor shaking the ground, and the legs are running like a flood beast, and it is extremely fierce. They don't know tiredness, they don't have pain nerves, they don't even have weaknesses. The strength of the flesh is so terrible that people can't think of fighting. Mo Xian's three-foot Qingfeng attacked again and again, stabbing back and forth thousands of times, and even their flesh and skin could not be cut. On the contrary, Mo Xian is full of dangers, and he may face a devastating blow at any time. The only thing to be thankful for is that the two corpse kings are locked with a hard iron chain under their feet, and the iron chain is only more than 90 zhang long, so with the cooperation of Xia Xun's sword order, Mo Xian was able to detour on the edge of 100 zhang and be invincible.

But that's not a good idea...

Half an hour ago, Xia Xun was forced to let Mo Xian forcibly open the first round of detailed attacks in a roundabout way of trying the sword, thinking that he could find a way to break the situation in the battle, but how did he expect that the sword did not hurt the enemy, and the corpse king woke up, and the sudden blow of a heavy punch directly blasted the parried three-foot Qingfeng out of a crack, forcing Xia Xun to immediately drink out the "withdraw" order, so that Mo Xian hurriedly withdrew from the range of 100 zhang. This was the end of the first round of detailed attacks, and the battle lasted only a breath. In the second round, the third round, and the next attack battle, although the situation has improved, but half an hour has passed, and the time that Mo Xian can stay within the hundred zhang range of the altar is only more than the seven sword techniques that Xia Xun drank, and he has to withdraw from the battle circle again.

"The speed gap was too big for me to get close to that altar. ”

"Why don't I go and get out of the way?"

"You're too slow. ”

"But it's not the way to go. ”

"You can try to bring the raw Tai Chi to their feet. ”

"Uh..."

After returning from defeat again, Mo Xian sat down cross-legged on the spot, using the time of conversation to breathe the exhausted physical energy. Xia Xun pursed his mouth and shook his head again, he also rejected Mo Xian's suggestion: "No, if you don't have Tai Chi assistance, your sword domain will lose its assistance, and your speed will be greatly reduced." There are too many variables, and you're at risk. ”

"There's no harm in trying. ”

"Chirp~"

Mo Xian stood up indifferently but firmly, and the shadow of the heavy sword appeared behind him. He didn't give Xia Xun time to hesitate, and walked directly towards the two-headed corpse king a hundred feet away.

Seeing this, Xia Xun was a little worried, but it was not easy to stop.

"Whew!"

Then Mo Xian stepped into the range of the altar, and the two corpse kings let out a beast roar, and once again burst into flames.

"Enter the four left seven, shake up, the north four and the south two sheng Taiji, break the firmament!"

"Whew!"

"Whoo!"

Xia Xun quickly ordered to drink, and Mo Xian Qingfeng waved together.

The silver light turned into a wisp of light, Mo Xian quickly rushed forward a few zhang and then jumped up, standing two fingers in his left hand, and waving a sword qi with his right hand, the sword qi and the heavy sword sword shadow quickly stabbed down to the front road where the two corpse kings rushed forward, and exploded a silver-white aura with a radius of more than ten zhang in the sea of corpses! The surging sword qi was released from the sword shadow, and the two corpse kings were immediately slowed down by the sword qi that was leaking out, but it was only a trace. The two corpse kings let out another roar, and the huge hooves under their feet slammed into the overlapping human corpses on the ground, and they jumped up!

It's too late, it's too soon.

The speed at which the two corpse kings burst out in an instant, like two beams of purple-red thunder and lightning, instantly swooped down to Mo Xian's front with lightning speed!

"Withdraw!"

"Bang!"

Xia Xun's word "withdraw" had already been shouted in advance, but the fists of the two corpse kings were faster than the voice.

Before Mo Xian could collect the sword back, and he didn't hear Xia Xun shouting, two meteorite-like fists smashed into his chest and abdomen. With a loud bang, he became the third meteorite, with a scarlet blood line that cut through the dim wind and rain, flew upside down a hundred feet away, and fell heavily to the ground...

"Whew!"

"Senior brother!"

"Da-da..."

The victorious two-headed corpse king roared again, walked back under the altar, closed his eyes, and fell to one knee.

Xia Xun hurriedly ran to the direction where Mo Xian fell, helped him up, and asked eagerly, "How is the injury?"

A scoop of blood stained half of the black clothes, the black clothes were still black, but the chest and abdomen were all rags, revealing the strong muscles inside. Mo Xian wiped the blood from his mouth with one hand, inserted the three-foot Qingfeng upside down with the other, and sat cross-legged on the ground again. After the internal qi in his body calmed down a little, he replied to Xia Xun: "It's okay." ”

Xia Xun didn't believe it, took Mo Xian's left hand, pressed the pulse with three fingers, and released a wisp of divine consciousness from his fingertips to travel all over the body along Mo Xian's meridians, and finally confirmed that Mo Xian was okay, he calmed down and said, "The sword is too reckless." ”

"But it works. Mo Xian closed his eyes and replied.

"The effect is only instantaneous. ”

"A moment is enough. ”

“......”

Xia Xun didn't speak, because he knew Mo Xian's thoughts.

And this idea has actually been formed in his mind for a long time, but it is too risky, and he doesn't dare to let Mo Xian put it into action. On the contrary, Mo Xian also knew what Xia Xun thought, so he was reckless this time. And it turns out that their idea does seem to be a little feasible.

Mo Xian closed his eyes and said, "You already have a countermeasure in mind, right?"

"It's too dangerous. Xia Xun shook his head decisively: "The main thing is that I'm not sure." ”

"How many percent?"

"Twenty percent. ”

"Enough. ”

"Well, senior brother, you may have misunderstood. ”

Xia Xun said embarrassedly: "The two percent I said refers to the two percent that can break through to that altar, not the odds of winning. ”

"So what?"

"With the speed of those two monsters, they will probably be able to catch up when you break through to the bottom of the altar. ”

"I know. ”

The sword eyebrows rose, the closed eyes slowly opened, and Mo Xian said coldly: "In other words, I have a chance to shoot the sword towards that coffin, right?"

"To be exact, there is only one chance at most. Xia Xun corrected Mo Xian's wording.

"Good. ”

"Chirp~"

Holding the hilt of the sword, he stood up, and took advantage of the situation to pull up the three-foot Qingfeng and bring up a cloud of rain flowers. The silver glow bloomed slightly, covering the whole body, and the indestructible sword breath emanated from Mo Xian's body again.

"Then I'll try again. ”

"But brother, it's really dangerous. ”

"There's nothing more dangerous than sitting still. ”

“......”

Mo Xian's words are right.

Now, there is really nothing more dangerous than sitting still.

Now is the unitary time, and in less than an hour the sky outside will turn black, and the lunar moon will wake up all the dark things in the world, just like the story he said the day before yesterday, the sea of corpses under his feet will turn into a real purgatory, and the corpse king under the altar will be even more invincible, and it will be the most dangerous time...

In the wind and rain, looking at the back of walking away again.

Xia Xun's eyes gradually filled with a ray of determination, and he said towards Mo Xian's back: "Senior brother, don't force it." ”

"Oh~"

The sound of the sword sounded, and the silver mangs flourished again.

A firm step took the place of his master's answer.

The rain is pouring down, and Mo Xian is close to the bottom line. In the distance, four blood-red eyes lit up again, and the roar broke through the barrier of the wind and rain and spread throughout the sea of corpses, which was indifference and anger towards the comer. The iron chain of the buckle rubbed the iron sound of "clanging", just like the soul chain from purgatory, restricting the hearing of the creatures here!

"Rush!"

Someone came to the border again.

The two corpse kings moved again, the huge meat hooves trampled on the human flesh that paved the sea of corpses, the rain was stirred into two hollow tunnels, and two purple-red "meteorites" went straight out from under the altar!

"Purple Qi is coming from the east, Taoguang is obscure!Let's go!"

"Rush!"