Heaven and earth are finally silent.

It's not that the people in this Zhenhuang city were finally deaf by the thunder and scream, and they couldn't hear anything, or that the people in this Zhenhuang city were buried under the rubble and rubble, and they didn't have a life.

Heaven and earth are silent.

It is because all things come to an end.

It was because after that scorching wave of qi, when he used the last few points of luck in his body to knock open the royal court with his two fingers, the white sword qi that was already a hundred zhang high rose to a thousand zhang again, and overshadowed the golden phoenix with the power of the qi through Changhong, causing it to be crushed to the ground and unable to move anymore.

And without the support of the phoenix's protective body, after the phoenix's eyes trembled slightly, he was completely engulfed by the majestic sword qi of the two Qinghe, and he couldn't stand up anymore, and disappeared into the flying dust in an instant.

And when the dust curtain that covers the sky finally settles slowly, when the moonlight and stars on the horizon no longer change, and finally calms down...... There was nothing left in front of him.

In front of Wang Manxiu, there was nothing left.

In the northwest of the entire Zhenhuang City, the warehouse area that had no effect when the east-west trade road of Tianxing Mountain was cut off, but it also covered an area of dozens of acres, and the towering city wall that was seven zhang high and two and a half zhang wide, and Zhenhuang was proud of.

It's all gone.

One-fifth of the True Glory City is gone.

The sand slope three miles outside the city wall is gone.

The barren fields ten miles outside the city walls are gone.

Of the hundred-foot hill thirty miles outside the city wall, twenty-one feet three remained.

And within thirty miles and a hundred feet in front of him, there was nothing left.

There was only a long, bare pit that contained countless remnants of ashes.

Suddenly, a breeze blew a little dust to his feet.

Wang Manxiu raised his head slightly and looked at the bright moon in the empty night.

It is the second chord.

The cold moonlight of the last quarter moon poured down on him, illuminating his pale complexion, illuminating his already pale lips, and illuminating his gradually dull eyes.

There really is nothing left.

Even Wang Manxiu's qi and blood, deeds, fate, and divine soul ...... There is nothing left.

That style of sword Qinghe was already going to burn up all the qi and blood in his body, and in the case that was already like this, Wang Manxiu tried his whole body to knock out a royal court when he was already seriously injured, and naturally used up all the souls that belonged to him in his body.

Although in the ancient books and secret books he read when he was young, he never explained in detail the ins and outs of this style [Knocking the King's Court] and the details of the moves, why it is called this name, and why it has such earth-shattering power......

But this style of [knocking on the king's court] is undoubtedly Wang Manxiu's killer move, and it is his trick to press the bottom of the box.

Since it is a killer weapon, there is no reason to use it when fighting with the three saints of this hundred years.

Even if it would kill Wang Manxiu, even if it might not be able to really kill Fuliu.

However, Wang Manxiu once said to Zhang Shan and Li Shi.

In the duel between Qimen, there is no 'victory or defeat', only 'life and death'.

To live to die is his answer.

It was the answer of Pingshui Wang Manxiu.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, turning around, he smiled at Zhong Liyan, who was sitting on the ground.

Without waiting for her to respond, she raised her eyes again and looked at the people in front of the Xuanmen from a distance.

Look at the Wanxiang who is hurrying anxiously, look at the frightened Lu Lingyue, look at Yin Zheng who clenches his fists and closes his eyebrows and eyes, look at Shangshan who sleeps in Yin Zheng's arms, look at Zhou Yi who can't hold his indifferent expression and look at him with a dumbfounded gaze, look at Zhang Shen who fell to the ground in a pool of blood, look at Li Shi who opened his mouth but couldn't speak, look at Yin Shao who was carrying a spear and exclaimed his name......

Doubt, joy, sadness, helplessness, indifference.

Mixed feelings welled up in his heart, blurring his eyes.

Wang Manxiu couldn't see it clearly.

His clear, glittering eyes were now dim, and a faint mist had emerged, cutting off all his exploration of the human world.

The originally clearly distinguishable figure has become more and more blurred, and the original purple and red colors have become blue and yellow.

It was late at night.

Only the two big red lanterns in front of the bronze Xuanmen were still burning the last few bits of light for him.

Wang Manxiu looked at the two red lanterns quietly.

Suddenly something occurred to me.

I remembered a vague black figure, a vague eight-character speech.

He seems to have another sentence that he was asked by the figure to convey to her.

Wang Manxiu still doesn't know who she is referring to.

But he remembered what that phrase was.

"Caged ...... Spark. ”

Wang Manxiu, whose vision was blurred, looked at the pair of red lanterns with flickering firelight, and used the last bit of strength in his body to open his lips and speak.

"No, it's a prairie fire. ”

Eight words, just a moment to finish.

And Wang Manxiu, who finished saying this, raised the corners of his lips lightly.

He felt that he had done everything he had to do.

And after doing everything, he can already rest.

So, Wang Manxiu fell forward.

Then, I heard a 'thump-' sound.

Wang Manxiu leaned forward and fell heavily on the masonry floor.

He looked a lot like what he had done when he fell by the Crescent Moon Spring two hours ago.

Only this time, Wang Manxiu's face did not have any painful look.

No pain, no blood, no breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat.

He fell heavily to the ground.

And then, died.

Wang Manxiu died.

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