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The iron spear no longer flies between the night clouds and the cliffs, but is tightly held in the iron hand, in perhaps the last battle of his life, Ximen Wang, a strong man who has betrayed the Demon Sect for decades, finally returned to the original world, and his power is endless, showing the demeanor of an authentic Demon Sect powerhouse. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Ximen looked like a mountain descending from the sky.

And Xu Chen is like a gravel under the mountain peak, which can only be crushed into powder.

Ximen Wang shouted violently, kicked the night clouds, raised his gun and hit again!

Xu Chen raised his knife with difficulty and blocked it again.

Waves of air sputter in all directions.

Xu Chen's falling speed became faster, if he landed on the ice like this, even if he could dodge Ximenwang's next iron spear, he was afraid that he would be shocked to death!

However, I don't know if it was lucky, or if he had calculated in advance before jumping into the air, the place where he fell happened to be in the lotus field, and there were dozens of holes in the lotus field that had been blasted open by the small iron kettle.

In the dark hole, the lake throbbed and shook restlessly, and a thin film of freshly condensed ice floated on it.

With a pop, Xu Chen was smashed into the cold lake water, splashing a splash.

A storm struck, and Ximen Wang did not hesitate, and fell into the lake with an iron gun in his hand.

The snow flying everywhere slowly fell, and the Yanming Lake in the night returned to quiet, there was no thunderous sound of swords and guns, and the two figures who sacrificed their lives and forgot to die could not be seen on the lake, and the sound of the lake water swaying came from the holes in the lotus field, as if it had become even colder than before.

The maid on the cliff on the south bank of the lake climbed out from under the big black umbrella with difficulty, looking at the lonely and terrible winter lake, her pale little face stained with blood, and the deepest fear and worry.

On the side of the wooden bridge, Pan An, Ye Yao and Ye Tong looked at the quiet lake, no one spoke, and their breathing was like a winter reed by the bridge, occasionally shaking, and they were silent for a long time.

In the palace, His Majesty the Emperor put his arms around his wife expressionlessly, Li Yin and Wuchan stood in the pavilion, Wuchan's right hand gently left the ancient bell, and the bell was silent in the snow.

In front of the snow bridge, Xu Shi's silver-white eyebrows fluttered more and more wildly in the night breeze, but the second senior brother who was sitting cross-legged in the snow on the bridge still lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face.

In the winter forest, the mute monks covered in snow were naturally silent, but the sound of cicadas that had been whispering faintly in the forest seemed to have become quieter than before.

On the city wall, Senior Brother and Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake and were silent, the snow on the wall in front of the two of them had been scattered to the houses under the city wall at some point.

The entire capital fell silent.

The people in this city knew that Ximen Wang and Xu Chen were chasing or fighting under the ice of the snow lake at this time, in the cold water, but no one could know what was happening there.

I don't know how long it took, but a voice sounded on the snowy lake.

The sound was like an old wooden door being slowly opened, and it was like a heavy stone table being dragged on the ground, a very soft creak, but it broke the silence of the entire capital.

A bulge appeared on the snowy lake.

Then the creaking sound turned into a loud click.

From time to time, the ice of Yanming Lake arched and then fell, and it seemed that an invisible giant hand kept tapping desperately from the lake below, trying to smash through the ice.

The extremely thick ice was shaken up like a wound by a huge force, crushing against the ice next to it, and the lake kept tumbling and making a tsunami-like sound.

The previously secluded snow lake suddenly became extremely terrifying, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and the storm did not stop!

A dark shadow scurried out of the crack in the ice, but fell hard into the snow.

It was Xu Chen, the black hospital uniform on his body was already soaked, and he was torn so much that he couldn't hide his body, and his bare body was full of mottled blood that couldn't be washed away by the lake.

Without a moment's pause, he scurried in the direction of the cliff.

In a few moments, the surface of the black uniform began to freeze, but compared to the dark and cold world at the bottom of the lake, the snow lake seemed to be a garden of heaven.

In the running like a flight, Xu Chen thought of the friend who returned to the embrace of the sky in advance, and thought to himself, Xiaoheizi, you really can't believe all your information, Ximen Wang is not afraid of water at all, and it is right, even if he can't swim, but how can a martial arts peak powerhouse be drowned in the water?

At this moment, a loud bang sounded behind him, and the thick ice on the surface of the lake was directly lifted, and the cold water of the lake overflowed the lake, and the huge waves were like snow that wanted to flood the whole world.

In the terrifying snow waves, there was a powerful figure of Ximen looking like a demon beast in the sea, he stepped on the cold lake water, swept more than ten zhang, and smashed Xu Chen's back with a shot!

Xu Chen turned around abruptly in the rush, holding the hilt of the knife in his right hand, holding the other end of the back of the knife in his left hand, standing horizontally in front of him with Haoran sword momentum, trying to block Ximen Wang's shot.

A crunch click!

Xu Chen's left wrist bone was broken, and the back of the knife fell heavily on his shoulder.

He carried it on his shoulders.

Simon looked at the momentum of the iron spear and moved forward.

Another snap!

Xu Chen's left shoulder was in severe pain, and he could no longer resist the huge force from the knife, so he knelt down on one knee, and smashed several cracks in the hard ice with his knee, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He was in pain, very painful, so his face was very white, very white, but for some reason, he didn't see any shadow of death in his eyes, but it was bright, very bright.

With a cry of pain like a beast fighting for his life, Xu Chen turned the pain into unimaginable instantaneous strength, forcibly flipped his right wrist, and his already injured left hand clenched into a fist and hit the back of the knife hard!

It was just these two simple actions that made the heavy standard saber in his hand seem to have gained some kind of vitality in an instant, like a smart snake, rolling up along Ximenwang's iron spear, blooming a series of knife flowers, but pressing Ximenwang's iron spear below!

The drop of crystalline liquid in his abdomen that was compressed by Haoran Qi suddenly exploded!

The drop of liquid evaporated in an instant and turned into nothingness!

Those wisps of vapor poured into every part of the body along the meridians!

All the Haoran Qi in his body exploded in the shortest possible time!

The blazing celestial glow erupted from the blade again, making his figure at this time look more burly and even more invincible than Ximen Wang in front of the knife!

The divine light shone on Simon Wang's thin and strange cheeks, illuminating his eyes, and even the cold mockery in his pupils.

Ximen Wang knew that this was Xu Chen's fatal blow.

But he was not afraid, as he said before, Xu Chen was not Ke Haoran, and no matter how much his Haoran Qi simulated the Heavenly Divine Radiance, it could not be the real Heavenly Divine Radiance.

He stared at Xu Chen's pale cheeks and shouted coldly: "No matter how many things you know, they are all other things after all!"

The shouts echoed on the cold snow lake, the divine brilliance on the shocked Xu Chen's knife shook like a torch in the wind, the iron spear suddenly rose a few inches, and the standard saber retreated a few inches.

"You can't stab me again, and you can't hurt me again!"

Ximen Wang stared at Xu Chen's eyes, and said indifferently: "As a disciple of the Dushan Sect, you actually fall into the demon and refuse to cultivate your natal object! You don't even know what your heart refers to, what good is it to not die?"

As soon as these words came out, the divine light on the knife shook more and more violently, like a candle in the wind that seemed to be extinguished at any moment. Xu Chen's face was pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed into Shenhui, which turned into a slightly burnt steam with a sneering sound, but his eyes were still so calm.

Then he said two words that no one could have imagined.

"Thank you. ”

Xu Chen knew very well what a powerful person Ximen Wang was, and how difficult it was for himself in the Cave Xuan Realm to complete a rare cross-border challenge in the world, so he made a lot of plans.

These plans spanned a full fifteen years, and it was not until he left Kuanyi Pavilion during the day and smelled the mutton soup in the streets and alleys of the capital that he finally settled down.

These plans are aimed at Ximen Wang's strong strength, as well as the means that this strong man may hide, and then try to find an opportunity to kill, in tonight's battle of Snow Lake, some of these plans played an important role, such as the storm of Fu, the cooperation of iron arrows and iron kettles, and some were useless.

For example, he fell tragically from the night sky before, which seemed miserable, but in fact, he wanted to lead Ximen Wang to the bottom of the dark and cold lake and wait for an opportunity to kill him.

Some plans, Xu Chen never found a chance to come up with them in the battle, and some plans were used halfway, from the very beginning, he has been looking for the moment to face Ximen Wang head-on and compete with true qi, because through Ye Tong he knows the threat of Tianshenhui to the powerhouses of the Demon Sect.

He found two opportunities, he was faced with two choices, and the first time the Heavenly Radiant homemade saber erupted, he chose to use Haoran Qi to match Liu Bai's sword intent.

According to his calculations, the heroic aura inherited from the junior uncle and the newly realized Liu Bai sword intent were his most powerful means, and in fact, he did succeed in seriously injuring Ximen Wang, but unfortunately he was not able to kill the other party.

Faced with a second chance, he was not sure how he should choose, until he heard Simon Wang's cold and condescending scolding, and he finally strengthened his confidence.

After using the secret method of the Demon Sect, Ximen Wang was extremely emaciated, his eye sockets were deep, his cheeks seemed to be covered with only a thin layer of skin, and the bones below were clear and visible.

At the expense of burning his life and flesh and blood, and seriously depleting his longevity, Ximen Wang completely changed the situation of the Battle of Snow Lake, in front of the powerful him, Xu Chen did not have the slightest power to fight back - the Heavenly God Radiance created by Haoran Qi could cause him some damage, but it could not change the entire battle situation.

Xu Chen saw that he was about to die, but at this moment, he said thank you.

This thank you is so inexplicable.

Ximen Wang didn't know if Xu Chen was really crazy before he died, and he couldn't understand why Xu Chen was thanking him, but he always felt that there was a strange smell in this thanks, and he was a little uneasy.

Xu Chen looked at Ximenwang's thin cheeks as hideous and terrifying as gods and demons over there in the blazing light, and said with mixed emotions: "I also have a natal object, do you want to see what it is?"

With these words, an extremely condensed telekinesis was released from Xu Chen's body, and the telekinesis broke away from the mottled blood on his body and drifted towards the sky above the snow lake.

The adjective ethereal and misty does not mean that this mental power walks slowly, but that it itself gives people the feeling that this mental power is extremely pure, but it is like a naughty boy with brute strength but ignorance, permeating the heaven and earth vitality on the snow lake, and he doesn't know where to touch it.

In front of the gate of the White Wind and Snow Palace, Ximen Wang once commented on Xu Chen's telekinesis, saying that his telekinesis was strong and pure, but his control of the vitality of heaven and earth was extremely bad.

This is exactly what happened at this time.

However, Simon Wang's eyes suddenly became cold.

Because he clearly felt that the mental power released by Xu Chen captured an extremely thin wisp of heaven and earth vitality on the snow lake, and that wisp of heaven and earth vitality instantly reached the cliff on the south shore of the lake, and as soon as it fell to the cliff, the extremely thin heaven and earth vitality stabilized in an instant, and began to expand at an extremely terrifying speed, as if there was something in the cliff that was constantly infused into this wisp of heaven and earth vitality.

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, Xu Chen's face was pale and his eyes were bright.

At the risk of ruining his work, he dispersed the liquid in his abdomen as soon as he thought about it, and transported all the Haoran Qi out at the same time, ensuring that he suppressed the Ximen Wang's iron spear for a while.

This is a time he must cherish.

His mental power released from the sea of consciousness, passed through the sea of snow-capped mountains and qi that were stagnant and could only pass through ten orifices, and walked through those difficult and difficult invisible qi apertures, and finally converged into a small song with a very weak sound and a very clumsy rhythm.

He wanted the song to be heard, to be understood.

Because he's calling out his own destiny with this song.

A practitioner controls things, not relying on the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to directly affect the things in the world, but using the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi as a bridge to transmit his own mental power to the object, thereby causing the vibration of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi inside the object, and the object that is most harmonious with the cultivator's mental power and is most likely to resonate is the natal object.

This is Pan An's statement, and he believes that it is very difficult for a practitioner to find a natal object that is completely in line with his own breath. That night in the old school, he talked eloquently about Xu Chen, using music as an example, the so-called natal object is the object that can understand and listen to his own music very much.

This is also known as bosom friends.

The swordsman's natal object is the natal sword, such as Liu Bai's Dahe Sword, of course, as the strongest sword saint in the world, he is now able to draw his natal sword on paper.

The talisman master's natal object is the natal talisman, such as the well character of Master Yan Se, Xu Chen's master, this talisman is the closest to him, and until the moment before his death, he was still fighting side by side.

Xu Chen is a rare part-time cultivator, his natal object is not a knife, not a sword, not a natal talisman, not a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, mountains, rivers, streams, wood, or even the most beloved silver.

His natal object is a little maid.

It was the ordinary little maid with yellowish hair and a slightly dark face.

On the snow lake, Xu Chen's telekinesis controlled the wisp of heaven and earth vitality and came to Yanming Mountain.

The song rose silently on the edge of the cliff.

Pan An once said that his music was difficult to listen to, difficult to understand, and it was relatively far away tonight, so the music was unusually dull and ethereal, and it was simply not a tune.

The maid felt the power of thought.

She heard the tune and understood it.

Although the real rhythm was not played on Yanming Mountain, she clearly heard a mountain song, which was a song that Xu Chen often liked to hum many years ago when she was climbing in the depths of Minshan Mountain with her on her back.

Xu Chen doesn't know all the things, and the five tones are incomplete, the reason why he is not afraid of losing face, and he often hums this song to the maid, is because when the maid can't sleep, he likes to listen to him sing this song.

This song is the lullaby of the maid.

The maid stood on the edge of the cliff with a big black umbrella and a slightly confused expression.

She looked at the light in the snowy lake below the cliff, and didn't quite understand what was happening, but she understood Xu Chen's summoning, or invitation, in that telekinesis.

Xu Chen was inviting her to establish the closest connection, which was absolute obedience, a connection that neither the shadow of death nor the intimidation of Hades could tear apart.

Any conscious being, faced with such an absolutely one-sided connection, will instinctively resist, and even if it finally accepts, it will take a long time to struggle.

But the maid did not hesitate, let alone struggle, and agreed to the invitation.

Because she was originally his little maid.

The maid's right hand was in the cold night wind.

A ray of light arose on the tip of her index finger, and the light suddenly rounded up, turning into a faint flame, the color of which was unusually white, without a trace of impurities, and revealing a holy smell.

Immediately afterward, her thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger also gave birth to this holy flame at the same time, shining her slightly black little hands unusually white.

These holy flames of light are the Celestial Radiance.

The celestial glow between her fingers swaggered when the night wind blew it.

More holy divine radiance, seeping out of the gaps in the fabric of her new clothes, from her slightly dark face, from the ends of her yellowish hair, covering her thin body, the large black umbrella she held between her left hand seemed to sense something, and slowly closed without wind, silently clinging to her legs.

The cliff of Yanming Lake shines brightly.

The maid shines brightly.

It was as if endless celestial radiance erupted from her thin body, illuminating the snow-covered cliff in front of her in an instant, the snow-covered snow lake under the cliff, the broken well on the other side of the lake, illuminating the broken well and the reeds on the west bank, and the winter forest snow monk on the east bank, illuminating the entire capital.

The holy and fiery light shot from the shore of Yanming Lake to the sky, spreading to every corner of the capital, and the deep night seemed to usher in a solemn sunrise, as bright as day.

On the cliff on the shore of Yanming Lake.

The celestial glow outside the maid's body didn't seem to have any temperature, because her hair was not curled and her clothes were not burned, but the flames of light that had become raging seemed to be really burning.

The blood stained on her clothes was scorched without a trace, and the dirt and snow on her shoes had all turned into green smoke, and all the dirt was purified, becoming cleaner and more transparent than clean.

It's as transparent as her people.

The old man looked at her, followed her, and told her that the light of chance was bright, and that he had taught her all his life without concealment, and said with great emotion, I have never seen a more transparent existence than you.

So the maid is transparent.

Therefore, the celestial radiance emanating from her body has no loss or refraction, just as holy and pure as the original divine radiance.

There are people who have worked hard to the Dao and have also mastered the Heavenly God Technique, such as the Daoist Ye Tong who is proficient in this Dao, but no one in the Dao Sect can cast a purer Heavenly Divine Radiance than the maid.

Because she is the heir of light.