Thundered!

For some reason, a distant sound of thunder came from the depths of the heavenly dome.

It shook everyone's hearts!

In the boundless sky, clouds of ink are surging. Tumbling and roaring.

The tumbling clouds and waves, ups and downs, as if the waves of the Yangtze River are like angry tigers, more like thousands of horses galloping, thousands of armies vertical and horizontal, hula, rumbling, spreading out. It's like an ancient troll that has frantically devoured the original bright sky, eating it all away.

Before a while, the sky that had been clear and clear had become as dark as ink. On the high platform of the Banjie Mountain, the people around the ring raised their heads to look at the dark clouds in the sky, only to feel an indescribable depression, and the night was approaching in advance.

Then!

A tiny transparent drop of water fell from the endless dark sky across a distance of thousands of miles to the ring.

Tick!

The thin splash of water is as brilliant as the world, blooming silently, beautiful as a fairy.

Immediately after two drops, three drops, and in an instant on the ring, they were wet with dense droplets.

Wow. Boom, boom, countless small rains like fallen leaves sounded from afar, and then became louder and louder.

As the rain intensified, the turbid water on the ground rushed up. Walk through the soles of the crowd's feet above the Banjie Mountain ring, and then wind your way down the mountain.

I don't know when it began, on the high platform, a layer of misty light rose like a big umbrella to envelop everyone.

Lin Zhongyu lay on his stomach in the ring, motionless. It was as if he was dead. The earthworm dragon was by his side, screaming incessantly.

Under the clear sky, the quiet and flat surface of the lake is like a large piece of turquoise jade in front of you, scorching and flickering. The breeze came lightly, and countless spots of sunlight, like broken jade, shook slightly in front of them.

Then look at a few white clouds in the sky in the distance, floating leisurely, a beautiful and quiet as in a painting. But I saw a beautiful figure sitting on a foot-high stone by the lake, which made this qiē dim.

Dressed in white like snow, his eyebrows are like distant mountains.

That's the people who have appeared in their dreams thousands of times. That is a thousand years, 10,000 years can not be erased, deeply engraved in the heart.

He thought he had forgotten about it, and he thought that time would change by a qiē.

However, it seems that nothing has changed.

At this moment, suddenly a figure appeared next to the white figure, black clothes like ink, red hair like blood. He was standing in the back, looking down at the ground beneath his feet.

His face was so red that there were even beads of sweat on his forehead. But he rubbed the corners of his clothes, and for some reason showed a smile of satisfaction and happiness.

Who is that? Is that himself? Lin Zhongyu asked himself deeply.

He was about to step forward and ask his senior sister who that person was?

Suddenly. The black figure changed. has become a handsome young man with a long body, eyebrows and sideburns, and a handsome young man.

They were talking and laughing happily with the woman sitting on the stone, looking at each other with appreciation.

His steps forward were as heavy as a thousand pounds for a moment, and he couldn't lift it again.

At this moment, the whole sky went dark.

But I saw two rays of light in the sky. Fierce collision, shouting and shouting.

Suddenly, in that light, a figure flashed, and two wisps of purple light appeared silently in his hand. A myriad of purple rays of light followed. to his hands. Finally, from his tiger's mouth and fist, two dragon shapes with curved and graceful arcs emerged, until the two black dragons were more than a zhang long. That strange and strange longbow. I saw him take a step, holding the bow in one hand, and the other hand on the bowstring, as if pulling an ethereal bowstring, and exerted force backwards.

The bowstring was full, and three white arrows of light appeared on the bow. The brilliance is shining, only brighter than the heavenly sun wheel. "Evil arrows. Conquer demons and eliminate demons".

Those three arrows. It was like three bolts of lightning tearing through the space, piercing the sky, and roaring.

Lin Zhongyu felt that he was firmly locked by a huge force, and he couldn't move at all.

Looking at the power of the three-foot white light arrow, it must have been shattered. Ghosts and gods change color. Is there still a life for this arrow?

Is it over?

Are you going to die?

"No, no! no!" Lin Zhongyu's body flashed with light, and even a layer of blood red that had never appeared before. However, it still can't move a single bit.

Look at the three white arrows of light. It's going to be stuck in his chest.

But at this moment, I only heard a coquettish cry,

"Be careful".

Lin Zhongyu only felt a familiar warmth in his hand, and then his body moved. A slender and feminine figure. Get in front of him.

Burst!

The light arrow pierced her body, and bright red blood sprayed Lin Zhongyu's face.

The delicate body of the figure fell backwards into his arms.

Holding her, holding her warm body, like holding a beautiful dream.

"You, but Lin".

Lin Zhongyu nodded vigorously and did not speak.

After Zuo Yingsha saw it, a smile appeared on his face, and his soft little hands trembled and raised, as if he wanted to touch Lin Zhongyu's face, but he was a little cowardly.

In front of the ghost venerable, the crazy figure.

The nameless cave, the busy and sad figure.

In the stone prison of Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, that confused night.

How can a qiē, a qiē become a fortune sample?

Why, why?

Lin Zhongyu asked himself loudly, and also asked about the world.

But why didn't anyone answer him, the person in his arms, the temperature is still losing little by little?

"You're not going to laugh at me?

"No, no, how could I??"

"Such as... Well, that's good!!"

Crackle! Crackle!

Big, big raindrops fell on him like crazy.

Is he dead, and why is he still motionless, like a corpse?

Duguyue is still carrying one hand like that, and the beauty shows an inexplicable magic in the wind and rain, which makes people dare not look at it and feel awe.

Why is it that after so long, the results of the competition have not been announced.

The crowd around the ring began to talk again.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and at the same time, a faint red light rose from Lin Zhongyu's body. There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and the people on the high platform also looked at this place.

"It's coming!"

The light in Duguyue's eyes flashed. Said to himself secretly.

She's been waiting, she's been waiting for the strongest state of the blood slave to appear. In the last hasty battle with the blood slave, Duguyue had already sensed that there was a powerful force hidden in the blood slave's body.

That power was so huge that it even made Duguyue feel a hint of threat.

But just when the blood slave's momentum soared infinitely and he was infinitely domineering, he suddenly retreated for some reason. Duguyue was a little confused. There is a hint of expectation in my heart.

How many years, how many people.

In addition to the sect, there are a few elders who have been cultivating for nearly 10,000 years. No one can compare with Duguyue.

The kind of loneliness hidden deep in the heart, the loneliness without an opponent can not be understood by others.

Even if he later met Qitian Su Mountain, he cultivated to be an extremely high emperor. Duguyue also didn't use all her strength. She's waiting. She believed that the last one to fight against her would be the Blood Slave.

Sure enough, no matter how tortuous the process was, the blood slave really stood in front of her.

But what disappointed her was that this time the blood slave deliberately hid her strength from the beginning, and she was not qualified to fight by herself with her current skills. But to her surprise, the blood slave had barely exerted his whole body cultivation, and he was scarred, but he still didn't use that strength.

Why is that?

When the familiar red light rose from the blood slave's body, Dugu Yue's hand behind her clenched slightly. It wasn't fear, it was extreme excitement, and even some of it couldn't help itself.

But at this moment, the blood slave in the ring finally flew up in a red light.

Gla, Gra! I heard the sound of a chaotic sound of bones, and Lin Zhongyu lowered his head, bent over, and his arms drooped, hanging in the air like a zombie.

Looking at him, it was as if a puppet had been pulled into the air.

Xiao Benben under the ring saw this. I don't know whether I am happy or sad in my heart. In a moment when she was just netting, she seemed to feel that she could connect with the blood slave again.

"Blood slave, is it you, leave at my command!" Xiao Benben's face was calm, and the jade fingers hidden in the sleeves of his robe were scribbled repeatedly. If someone is careful, they can find that Xiao Benben has a trace of anxiety hidden in his beautiful eyes, it is so urgent!

At this moment, Lin Zhongyu suddenly raised his head and straightened his body. The eyes left on the mask were red like blood, and he glanced down coldly.

Xiao Benben's body slammed, and the blood slave's gaze was so sharp, it stabbed her heart at once, and there was even a burning sensation.

At this moment, she finally confirmed that she could really contact the blood slave, and she felt the blood slave's deep hatred and killing intent.

Why, why? Xiao Benben stumbled and almost fell, and the cold rain fell on his body, cold in his heart.

But I saw that on the ring, Lin Zhongyu stood tall. The red light on his body is like the sky, soaring infinitely.

Hula, the wind is blowing. His white hair fluttered high, and his black robe was hunting and drumming.

Coupled with the ugly mask on his face, he resembles an ancient demon god.

"Kill, kill, kill everyone!"

Who ordered this?

Can't resist and can only obey?

I only heard the roar of the jade monster in the forest, and then with a red phantom, his arms flew like wheels, and he attacked Duguyue.

At this moment, Duguyue's face was solemn, and her left hand, which was behind her back, received it on her chest at some point. The palms were circled against each other, holding up two circles of light, and greeted Lin Zhongyu's palms.

Wave!

The two of them touched each other with their palms, and they saw two brilliant rays of light, spreading out to the surroundings like water ripples, and even the eyes and this space had a slightly distorted feeling.

As soon as the two of them touched and separated, Lin Zhongyu's body flew upside down like a wheel, and the red phantom was like a meteor in the air, bringing a long red trail in the air.

Duguyue took two steps back, and her body shook twice before she stabilized her body.

I saw that all the bluestones under her feet were turned into stone powder.

The onlookers suddenly exclaimed, making people unthinkable that Duguyue, who had always had the upper hand, actually moved her steps under the hands of the blood slave.

The male on the high platform frowned when he saw this, in his opinion, although the blood slave's move was strong, it might not be able to compare with Duguyue.

But looking at Duguyue's appearance, it seems that she has suffered a dark loss. Is there anything wrong with this?

How did he know that the surprise in Duguyue's heart was even worse, although the cultivation of the blood slave had improved significantly compared to the state just now, it had not reached the realm of being able to repel himself.

But the strange thing is that the true power contained in the palm of the blood slave. Like a mad demon, there is a mad killing intent that implies that it has penetrated through its own true power barrier and penetrated into its body. made waves, scurrying around, so that Duguyue almost went mad!

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