Zhao Zhijing's face was smiling, not affected by the dark clouds in the sky at all, a trace of emotional fluctuations in his heart, those bright eyes swept the ruins in front of him, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the earth, and said loudly: "Zhanxiong, I know you don't die so easily, come out, don't hide anymore!"

"Boom!" A huge sound fell into his ears, and the ruins that covered the ground in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes suddenly scattered in all directions, and the pieces and pieces of tree trunks that had been torn off the string flew out like sharp arrows from the string at this moment, and an invisible force scattered in all directions, only to see Zhanxiong standing in the middle of the broken sword. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Zhijing and Zhanxiong, one in a white robe, the other in a brocade robe, but at this time it became different, Zhao Zhijing, who rose from the ruins, did not have a trace of stains on the white clothes, and the flying dust was blocked by an invisible force, and he couldn't get close to Zhao Zhijing's body, how could he let it be contaminated with dust.

Looking at Zhanxiong in a brocade robe, the sharp tip of the long sword in his hand has been pinched off by Zhao Zhijing's two fingers, and the brocade clothes he is wearing have been pierced by Zhao Zhijing's fingers before, piercing large and small finger holes, but at this moment, the luxurious brocade has been torn, and it can only be said that a piece of cloth is wrapped around Zhanxiong's body, and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth has solidified, but it is still so dazzling.

The two people at this moment, one is like a scholarly family, the son who is familiar with poetry and books, and the other is a man in distress, full of embarrassment, the strip of cloth wrapped around his body, the surprise is like a beggar begging along the way.

But only when he sees Zhanxiong's bright eyes, the image in his mind will suddenly disappear, so how can this kind of righteous and bright breath be something that a beggar can have, and how can that kind of awe-inspiring breath be exuded by a beggar.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's bright eyes, Zhanxiong's chest continued to rise and fall and there was a wheezing sound, and after a while, Zhanxiong, who stopped his rapid breathing, slowly said: "Brother Zhao is really good, my thoughts can't be hidden from Brother Zhao's eyes, I will definitely lose this battle, but I still hope that Brother Zhao will forgive my sins, I still haven't given up." ”

Zhao Zhijing laughed and shouted: "Okay, it really deserves to be the descendant of Zhanzhao." No matter how much admiration he had in his heart, Zhao Zhijing still adhered to the concept of immortality and poverty, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a long dragon shadow suddenly sounded, and Zhao Zhijing's figure was like a galloping arrow, straight to Zhanxiong.

The long sword stabbed out, there was no dazzling brilliance, but a momentum suddenly erupted, this sword was like an axe light in the chaos of the sky, the surging chaotic qi was suddenly torn apart, and a vitality emanated, like a firm reef in the torrent, separating the torrent. Those aura curtains that stood in front of Zhao Zhijing were torn apart one by one by the Purple Emperor Sword, and even the fallen leaves and dust that fell on the ground were scattered one after another, revealing a path that led to the place where Zhanxiong stood.

The natural dark clouds became even darker, no trace of sunlight could be seen, everything in front of him became dim, and a drop of crystal water fell from the sky, hitting the ground, and the sword qi was a crystal light of water. Wisps of mist condensed in the sky, as if hinting at something, a depression from the heart, enveloping the room.

Zhanxiong, there was a trace of silence on his face, the broken sword in his hand was raised slightly, pointing directly at Zhao Zhijing who was galloping at this time, and a deep shadow appeared in his mind, those things that had gone through decades of time were still clearly imprinted in his mind, how much beauty he had missed, and how much pain was nothing at this time.

The broken sword in Zhanxiong's hand, a sword swing out of a round of golden sunshine in front of him, but this round of golden sun, without the vitality of the rising sun, nor the momentum of the clouds in the sky, but a round of sunset, a round of sunset about to fall into the darkness, try their only strength, but also sweep out a light, a dazzling light like the afterglow of the sunset.

Zhao Zhijing's Purple Emperor Sword, which was only jade-colored, and the condensed True Qi slowly came out, gently tapping at the center of that round of sunset. "Click!" A sound in his head tore all the silence, and on the golden sunset in his heart, a small hole like a pinhole appeared, but this was not the end, one after another cracks started from the holes, and after a while, the golden jade plate was already covered with cracks.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound, the golden sun dissipated, and everything in front of him became extremely clear, only to see the sharp tip of the jade-colored Purple Emperor Sword, gently pointing on the crack of the broken sword, and a wave of energy swept through, and the broken sword was full of cracks. The Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand trembled slightly, and the broken sword in Zhanxiong's hand shattered one by one, and pieces of similar size fell from the air and fell to the ground, without brilliance, and became extremely dim.

Zhao Zhijing withdrew his long sword, with a calm face, he slowly straightened his arm, the jade-colored long sword in his hand slowly stabbed out, and a bright light appeared at the tip of the sword, it was a touch of starlight, and then turned into a galaxy. The river of stars turned, and the huge force pushed the movement of the stars, slowly pressing towards Zhanxiong.

In the face of all this, Zhanxiong slowly closed his eyes, everything he experienced in his mind became extremely clear, everything in the river from childhood to adulthood became clear, and his family, friendship, and love in the river were still so warm to his heart, but I don't know when all this will come again.

The rivers of stars turn, the stars collide, and finally condense into a point, like a starting point in the void, from which everything in the world is born. The tip of the sword lightly touched Zhanxiong's chest, and Zhanxiong only felt a warm current hit him, and he fell into the darkness. The long sword was unsheathed, and Zhao Zhijing's face showed a trace of sadness.

Looking at Zhanxiong still standing there, there was no trace of blood on his chest, not even a small red dot, Zhanxiong with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping in a dream, but this sleeping light, I don't know if he will wake up, or still sink in the dark.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning swept through the dark clouds, illuminating the darkness with a dazzling light, and the crystal droplets of water fell from the sky, and the next moment they converged into a curtain of water hanging across the sky, and everything in front of them became moist, and there was no trace of dryness in sight.

There was a hint of darkness in Zhao Zhijing's bright eyes, looking at Zhanxiong who was still standing at this time, there was a trace of bitterness in his heart, such a person died in his own hands, it was a loss and a pity. opened his mouth slightly, only to hear him muttering secretly: "Zhanxiong, even the sky is crying, it's a pity that you have a rare light in this world!" (To be continued.) )