Article 873

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"Ink burning..."

Hearing his voice, the burning pupils turned slightly. He stopped, the rain was red all over his feet, and there was blood all over the place.

After a while, the man with split consciousness suddenly became restless, as if he was invaded by another consciousness. He began to pace back and forth, and the expression on his distorted face became more and more terrifying.

"Chu nightning! You hate this seat very much, and you want the life of this seat at all costs, don't you?"

"I hate you so much too! I wish I could tear your corpse to pieces and eat your intestines. I wish you could die for thousands of lives! You can't blame me, it's you who killed me—!"

His robe sleeves were hunting, his eyes widening in anger.

He was arrogant and angry, and it seemed that he was about to smash the throat of Chu Wanning in the next moment and pinch him into pieces.

But it is like a bow that breaks before it is full, and a sword that breaks before it comes out.

I only heard a loud bang, and a blue light penetrated into the chest of Xianjun, and the eyes of Xianjun dimmed, and he was suddenly silent and restrained. After a few moments of silence, he slowly stood up straight, standing alone beside the road of martyrdom.

Chu nightning turned back and saw that the teacher was holding the rock swayingly, and still maintained the posture of throwing the spell. A pair of peach blossom eyes were fierce and fierce, with a fierce luster.

"It's almost the same as reciting the old." The teacher gritted his molars and raised his fingers to seal, and he stared at the blood-soaked Emperor Treading Immortal, "You know what is the most important thing. Since you're not dead, go and replace it quickly. I have collected the last thirty pieces!"

"Hurry up," he said, gasping for breath. "No longer."

Under the brilliance of the spell, Ta Xianjun's face that was chaotic and woven of good and evil gradually became as calm as dead water, as cold as frost and snow.

The madness in his eyes, the resentment, all the emotions disappeared.

Stepping on Xianjun Chao Shimei nodded briefly, and the flame of Mo Dao in his hand lit up. He replied almost numbly: "Yes. Master."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and lowered the protective spell to protect the teacher, and then the black robe swept up like an eagle and wanted to fly towards the front hall. Ke Fang rose to mid-air, and a figure stood in front of him.

Chu nightning stopped him.

My whole body is soaked, my heart has long been smashed and smashed, I wish I could turn it into dirt and dust, and shatter my bones in the bào wind and rain.

But he still had to stop.

"It would be nice if more people were more comfortable..."

That was what Mo Ran said to him when he was awake, so even if it was painful and exhausted, he would hold on to the last moment.

Chu nightning said hoarsely: "Huaisha, summon."

Treading Xianjun looked at the familiar golden light in his palm, and his eyebrows twitched.

waisha.

bào rain.

Desolation of the world. The sea of ​​blood is boundless.

They had a similar day many years ago. On that day, they gave all of their blood to each other, exhausted their life's force, and the world changed color, and the golden crow sank.

I didn't expect that the battle between master and apprentice in the previous life would come to the world again after a long period of time.

People may always be destined to live forever, just like Nangong Si is destined to die in his prime, Ye Wangxi is destined to become a handsome gentleman, and the summit of life and death is destined to be doomed. Stepping on Xianjun and Chu Wanning are destined to face each other with swords.

Either hate or love.

Can't escape.

"No return. Summoned."

Shen Chi's voice was low, and the blue light illuminated the eyes of Ta Xianjun. He is now under the most powerful control by the teacher, and there is no turbulence in his eyes. He is like a mirror from hell, reflecting the cold and lonely figure of Chu night Ning Cang in the rain.

The sword qi breaks through the clouds, and the horizontal sword reverses the rain!

In the gust of wind, two figures, one black and one white, collided with each other, and the spiritual currents collided!

They quickly dismantled their moves from the wind and rain, and they left the ground in an instant. No one was slack, and they fought each other with all their might, all the way from the back mountain to the front of the Tongtian Tower.

The battle of this battle stopped the clouds and shook the ground. For a time, people on the mountain and down the mountain were all alarmed and looked up at each other——

"Is it Chu nightning?"

"How did he, how did he fight with Mo Ran? Aren't they two together?"

The raindrops are like tens of thousands of horses, and at the peak of life and death, the golden light in Chu nightning's hands pierces the chest of Xianjun! However, before the rays of light arrived, a roaring sound was heard, and the splendid Yanyang gushed out from the palm of the Immortal Treading Emperor with the momentum of lava splashing, like a volcanic torrent engulfing the golden light in one go!

"boom!"

In an instant, broken tiles and bricks were scattered, and the surrounding trees were uprooted.

Jiang Xi was leading the crowd to fight against the chess pieces in front of the mountain gate. He responded very quickly and shouted sharply, "Be careful!" Yan Bi suddenly opened a barrier to protect the surrounding people. The towering giant trees all fell on his barrier.

It was extremely difficult for Jiang Xi to support, and he suddenly gushed out a mouthful of blood, fell to one knee, his lips and teeth were scarlet.

"Open the barrier! I can't stop the second time!"

Many monks remembered in panic at this time, and hurriedly held out their barrier umbrellas. They looked up in the direction of Tongtian Tower, and they couldn't help but be a little stunned at the moment, Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning, what kind of strength is this...

In front of the Buddha Pagoda, the two masters and apprentices fought more and more fiercely. Apart from him, there is probably no other person in this world who can take so many attacks from the emperor.

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