Chapter 2185 Heartbeat

Qu Shunhua hasn't spoken yet.

Zhongshan Weisun also pointed to the sky as a character, and wrote it into a book: "Today Zhongshan Weisun went south to seek battle, and the paranoid god came to the first place, selfish for the sake of fame! If you have a heavy thorn, it is difficult to follow the eagle's rise. No matter whether you are injured or dead, no matter what Take it for yourself, no regrets - no one has to stand up for me!"

With such a certificate, even if Qu Shunhua beat him to death on the spot, Zhongshan Yanwen could not say anything more.

Zhongshan Weisun's determination was evident here.

"Okay!" Qu Shunhua never hesitated and casually summoned the commander of his guards: "If I die in battle, take charge of the army on my behalf. Don't delay the military aircraft. Do you understand?"

Zhongshan Weisun said that he could die in battle, but he still needed Qu Shunhua to help him protect Long Boji, so he would never kill Qu Shunhua.

Then this is an unfair battle.

It's okay for Qu Shunhua not to fight. Since she plans to fight, she will never accept this unfairness - just like Zhongshan Weisun bet, she is confident that she is invincible, how can she ask anyone to give in? she?

The commander of the personal guards bowed and obeyed the order.

Qu Shunhua untied his waist order again and threw it to his bodyguard: "The name of the world is merciless. If I die in battle, whoever Zhongshan Weisun wants to protect, the Qu family will protect it for him. This is Qu Shunhua's promise!"

Finally she looked back at Zhongshan Weisun: "Come on. I have seen your courage, now tell me to see your strength!"

In this step, she climbed up to the sky, tied up her hair and hung in the night sky, and issued an invitation to Zhongshan Weisun - come and fight between life and death!

It was a spectacular battle.

On one side are the top four players in the outer building of the Yellow River Club. At that moment, the other two of the top four had become real and were listed in Taixu Pavilion. The remaining Yan Shaofei is also the well-deserved number one genius of the Wei Kingdom. "I am proud of the world and would like to be the third". I heard that he is also on the road to seeking truth.

Yifang is the number one in the blessed land whose identity is almost clear in Taixu Illusion. He is also the most powerful contender for the title of number one god in the world after Jiang Wang, and the owner of the ultimate magical power!

It was not only Qu Shunhua's headquarters barracks who paid attention to this battle, nor was it just one or two people.

At the headquarters of Da Chu's right camp, a towering mountain shadow jumped up, covering half of the full moon.

And above the crescent moon, at some point, two figures stood.

One is chic in a green shirt, and the other is noble in a blue robe.

They all tied their hair with jade crowns, as if the bright moon had been reincarnated.

A noble prince in the world, a swordsman in heaven.

Qu Shunhua glanced at the other side casually, raised his hand, indicating that everything was under control.

The style of this jade crown was chosen by her herself, and the craftsmen were not allowed to make it differently. The previous one worn by Jiang Zhenren was destroyed in Tianjing City, and this time he sent a new one.

Zuo Guangshu held his heart, made a beating gesture, grinned and showed his white teeth, smiling very sweetly, expressing that he was heartbroken for his sister.

Jiang Zhenren slapped his hand off and told him not to interfere with the fight.

The channel to Nandou Hall was not blocked. Chu State gave them enough time and allowed them to let go and look for helpers. We want to see who is coming to save us, in the heavens and on the earth, in all directions.

So everyone in Nandou Hall tried to find a way out, and they all saw the process of the sky falling - this was particularly disappointing.

Later, it was Nandou Hall who isolated the channels, brought them together, and unified contact with the outside world.

Lord Changsheng is a real king who has long enjoyed a good reputation, Master Siming is a real person with a wide circle of friends, each of the six true masters of Nandou has his own abilities and friends, and Nandou Palace has also worked hard for so many years. Due to the entanglements of interests and historical origins, the Some have all...

But as of today, there is only one Zhongshan Weisun who has actually come to Du'e Peak to help.

Although he acted stupidly, wasn't it the choice itself that was stupid?

Long Boji got the news in his room. At that time, he was in a state of confusion that he couldn't explain clearly. He vowed to dedicate everything to the sect, but the sect was doomed. He was determined to fight against the outsiders, but he knew that nothing he did would be of any use. He was in a daze all day, sometimes pacing back and forth, sometimes lying still.

The door suddenly opened, letting in the starlight. The junior brother who delivered the message had a weird and strange expression on his face. He lowered his voice and couldn't hide his excitement and said, "Senior brother! You are saved!"

There was some redness and swelling on Long Boji's face, which was the mark of the slap that had not gone away. After he ran away from Meiyue, he ran to ask his master why Uncle Qisha and Aunt Tianji were not in the palace. Could it be that those two bullshit real people knew the danger a long time ago, but they ran away and abandoned their fellow disciples.

Fu Zhaofan, the real person of Siming, gave him a slap in the face without any explanation, and slapped him out of the palace, leaving a mark to this day.

"Me? Can I be saved?" Long Boji looked at his junior brother strangely and grinned: "You are also crazy. Another one."

"No, no, I'm telling the truth." The junior brother who delivered the message closed the door and lit the candlestick in the room, and the candlelight like bean sprouts swayed away the darkness.

The room turned from pitch black to dusk, as if it had stepped backwards from night to dusk.

The junior brother who delivered the message approached mysteriously: "Senior brother, don't you know yet? Zhongshan Weisun of Jing Kingdom is challenging Qu Shunhua, and the bet is to save your life!"

Zhongshan Weisun!

This name was like a sharp axe, splitting open the hazy mind.

Long Boji sat up straight suddenly, his body seemed to be electrified, and he was stiff for a moment.

Zhao Tiezhu really came to the rescue!

He actually had no hope, and he wrote more than one letter. In the name of Long Boji, in the name of Nandou Palace True Successor, in the name of Nandou Palace... all of them were lost.

"really?"

"I have been in charge of the Nandou Channel these days. I will inform my senior brother as soon as I receive the news. There is no mistake!"

Long Boji immediately stood up, put on his boots in a hurry, took two steps, turned back and hung up his sword in a hurry...but finally sat down on the bed.

He said sadly: "What have I become..."

"Senior brother." The junior brother who delivered the letter got closer and closer: "You can't leave alone."

Long Boji looked at him suddenly, his eyes were very harsh for a moment, but then softened: "What should I say?"

"You have an entourage!" The junior brother who delivered the letter reached out to pick up his sword: "I will be your sword-holding boy from now on. When you leave here, who will care about one more humble servant?"

Long Boji had woken up by now. He knew that it was not easy for Zhongshan Weisun to save him, so if he wanted to take someone along with him, that would be really shameless.

But he just moved his sword away and patted his junior brother on the shoulder: "Don't make any noise."

The long night has come, and in the dark Nandou Hall, only his room is lit.

Finding the only hope in a desperate crowd will not bring you blessings.

People will come looking for the light and either share it or... put out the light.

The junior brother who delivered the letter nodded vigorously: "I understand!"

But he doesn't know enough yet.

Long Boji calmed down his emotions and began to think about what he had given up and almost rusted his brain: "Zhongshan Weisun challenges Qu Shunhua. The odds of winning are slim. Do you know the specific rules?"

The junior brother who sent the letter said: "It seems that there are no rules, whether life or death."

"Ah!" Long Boji stood up suddenly, but then stopped. He murmured: "Zhongshan Weisun must be sure to make this choice. I believe in him, I should believe in him."

"Of course, those are the geniuses of the Jing Kingdom, one of the top four of the Yellow River!" The junior brother who sent the letter had also placed his hope on Zhongshan Weisun, and his words were as fanatical as worshiping a god. If he was given a little more time, he would surely be able to find all the glory in Zhongshan Weisun's life.

He will definitely be able to prove with words that Zhongshan Weisun is the best god in the world.

"How many people know about this?" Long Boji asked.

The junior brother who delivered the letter realized the problem at this time and looked troubled: "I am not the only one who is guarding the letter."

"We can't stay here any longer." Long Boji stood up immediately.

"Where to go?" asked the junior brother who delivered the letter.

"Go to Siming Hall, no, go to the front line!" Long Boji made a decision: "Yes, let's go to support the front line!"

"This will make it easier for Zhongshan Weisun to pick us up!" The junior brother who delivered the letter was filled with joy and diligently opened the door.

Squeak~ Yeah.

The door was pushed open, and the candlelight in the room also wandered outside.

The field of view was very congested, and candlelight could not break through the siege - the courtyard was full of people.

They were all fellow disciples of Nandou Hall, and they all looked at Long Boji.

What kind of look is that?

In the dark night of endless despair, the people lying on the ground waiting for death saw the only light flying in the sky that could possibly fly out of here.

Is that eagerness and hope?

not at all.

Because everyone knows that the light can only shine on himself, and it can only take away himself.

"Senior brother." The first person to speak was a true disciple of Tiantong Hall. He looked at Long Boji with a subtle expression: "Are you leaving?"

"Where am I going?" Long Bo held the sword without leaving a trace and said as calmly as possible: "I am going to the front line to bleed for the sect!"

"I heard that someone wants to save you." said the true disciple of Tiantong Hall.

"Really? Where did you get the news?" The thick clouds quietly moved away and there was a rare moonlight in the yard. Long Boji said: "Don't have unrealistic illusions anymore. We can only rely on ourselves. We You can only save yourself.”

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall raised his chin behind him: "Didn't this junior brother who is on duty to guard the faith tell you?"

"Ha, you're talking about the Zhongshan Weisun incident? I did hear it just now, do you take it seriously?" Long Boji shook his head: "He can't beat Qu Shunhua. I don't count on it."

"But there is hope of winning, right?" asked the true disciple of Tiantong Hall.

There was a rustling sound at night.

That is the restless human heart.

"Hope" is such a beautiful word, but it is also too cruel amid the wall of despair that cannot be crossed.

Looking at the densely packed familiar faces in the courtyard, looking at the pairs of unfamiliar eyes... those strange and dancing lights made Long Boji feel a little chilled.

He knew there was a better way to handle it now, and he was not a person who didn't know how to weigh the situation, but for some reason, his heart beat twice violently. The mood that was already calm suddenly became very irritable.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions: "Winning or losing is not that simple. It's very late, junior brother. Let's not waste each other's time. I don't want to discuss this now. I want to go to the front line to kill the enemy."

But the crowd did not make way for him, Senior Brother Nandou.

"My master is dead and was killed by Dou Zhao. It's disrespectful to say this - but I think it's appropriate for him to die. He fled to the outside world by himself and didn't care about me." The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said: "Senior brother, You shouldn't leave."

My heart beat faster and faster. Long Boji was disturbed: "I don't know what you want to say. Why can't you leave? Get out of the way!"

Instead, the crowd gathered.

Those familiar faces were spinning in the field of vision.

"Senior brother, you are the acting headmaster of His Highness Nandou, how can you abandon us?"

"Brother, you have to stay and fight with us."

"Senior brother..."

"Enough!" Long Boji suddenly drew his sword: "Enough! Do you think I can't see your dirty thoughts? Fight with you, ha! Die with you?!"

"Brother! I don't understand what you said!" The true disciple of Tiantong Temple said coldly: "You don't want to die with us? Why aren't you from Nandou Temple?"

God knows it, God knows it, but God is not here!

The four seas of the human body surged violently, and the heart rumbled like thunder. Long Boji felt waves of nausea and a splitting headache. He raised his sword and swung it suddenly: "Get out!"

The uncontrolled sword energy screamed and cut a disciple in two.

"I'm not--" Long Boji took a step back, struggling to wake up for a moment in fear, and he tried his best to suppress his chaotic power: "I didn't mean it!"

The crowd suddenly erupted in anger: "He wants us to die, and he lives alone!"

"We can't let him go! Take down his sword!"

"Let him pay with his life, pay with his life!"

Bang bang bang bang, the heart beats like a drum.

Countless hands, countless faces, countless swords... everything rushed over!

The crowd was like the sea.

The tide receded again.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Long Boji knelt on the ground with the long sword that he failed to swing again, panting violently.

"Hoo..."

Five swords were inserted into his body, and the most deadly one was the one inserted into his heart.

He felt his heart beating very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, but he paid close attention to the sword, and the sword did not tremble with it.

Why all this happened?

Long Boji knelt straight in front of the door, in his own courtyard. He tried to raise his head and open his eyes to look forward. Everything in front of him became dark and blurry.

The blurry figure was shaking.

The voices in his ears were getting closer and farther away-

"He betrayed! He betrayed us!"

"He was the first to do it! We were just forced to fight back!"

"He also killed people! He killed his fellow disciples!"

"He is a traitor of the State of Chu! They have colluded long ago!"

"Okay! Let's kill the traitor!"

The junior brother who delivered the letter, the junior brother of Tiantong Hall, the junior brother who was killed by his sword, the junior brother who stabbed his heart with a sword... Long Boji couldn't remember any of these people's names.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a lonely sound. It was particularly lonely in the noise.

What are their names?

Long Boji struggled to think, and slowly, slowly lowered his head.

"Brother, how are you?" The junior brother of Tiantong Hall half-knelt in front of him, supporting him.

At this moment, the face of this junior brother suddenly became very clear, and the voice of this junior brother was heard word by word, and it was heard very clearly.

Long Boji stared at him blankly, and through the arm that was in contact, he felt the heartbeat of this junior brother, which was so chaotic and strong-

Boom! Boom!

Long Boji seemed to understand something, and in the last moment of his life, he grinned.

…

…

A quiet afternoon many years ago.

There were not many people in Taixu Fantasy Realm, and there were few pedestrians in Hongmeng Space.

"This Dugu Wudi must be an antique!" Jia Fugui said fiercely.

"He must be two or three hundred years old. Look at the old man smell on him." Zhao Tiezhu curled his lips.

"Everyone should be more objective." Shangguan analyzed in a serious manner: "The naming method of Dugu Wudi was very popular fifty years ago. And his dressing style is really rustic, like that of a grandfather. He should be around fifty or sixty years old."

Jia Fugui clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Shangguan is still objective! Well-reasoned!"

"Ah, this broken illusion, how can the old man accept it?" Zhao Tiezhu cursed: "Where is the promise to cultivate geniuses? Even fifty or sixty people are accepted, what the fuck is Jiazi Tai Sui!"

"Hahaha, Jiazi Tai Sui!" Shangguan laughed so hard that his stomach hurt: "That's great, Brother Tiezhu!"

Jia Fugui clenched his fists: "When I challenge the blessed land, I will definitely knock down this Jiazi Tai Sui. Damn it, he dares to call himself Dugu Wudi. I hate these old things with pig noses and green onions the most!"

"Brothers, it's rare that we get along so well." Zhao Tiezhu grinned: "Why don't we find a place to sit down and talk about it?"

"Great!" Jia Fugui raised both hands in agreement.

Shangguan waved his hand: "I have something to do and I'll leave first."

He took a few steps and added: "But I'll come tomorrow."

"Then, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Thanks to the book friend "Chen Bo" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 712th alliance of the Red Heart Sky Patrol!