Emperor of Death

Chapter 2075 Only a few people in the starry sky ([-])
When Situ Xueqin rushed to the battlefield, he saw three men fighting against five masters of different races.

The bodies of the three men had been beaten to pieces, and it could be said that they were crushed and beaten. However, the five aliens from the light camp who followed up were not much better. Under the desperate efforts of the human race, they all suffered serious injuries.

The offensive of the human race was very fierce, and broke out completely regardless of their lives, which made the aliens throw their hands at them.

Strong willpower can affect strength.Relying on their strong resilience, the human race has always held the line of defense and has not been completely defeated.

But in this way, it is a matter of time before the human race dies in battle.

"Crazy." A middle-aged bird man gritted his teeth and said.

At this moment, one of the human elders suddenly burst into flames, his flesh and hair were burning.

Seeing this scene, the pupils of the birds widened instantly.

"Are you crazy?" a bird man roared, "Retreat."

But the old man didn't give them a chance at all, and the sword light in his hand cut out a dazzling Changhong, which amazed the universe.

The sword light swept across the five birdmen, and finally returned to nothingness. The one who returned to nothingness together was the old man who just drew the sword.

The old man died, he burned his flesh and blood, burned his life's cultivation, cut out the most amazing sword, and fell in the most brilliant brilliance.

"Warrior, the glory of a warrior is on the battlefield. Old friends, the human race depends on you to continue to protect it." After saying this sentence, the old man's body dissipated like sand and dust.

The remaining two, as if they had already been prepared in their hearts, Situ Zhuoyue stepped forward silently, put the remaining leftovers into an empty storage ring, and then whispered softly: "You take a step first, we are almost there. "

"Uncle Ba, Uncle Tian!" Situ Xueqin murmured softly, looking at the two survivors.

Situ Xueqin was still a step too late. When she arrived, the old man had already burnt his cultivation base.

"Oh, Xueqin, you are here, the proud son of my master and apprentice, how have you gained recently?" Situ Zhuoyue smiled, and the sadness just now was well covered up.Anyway, he was going to die soon, so seeing his friend's death didn't seem to matter much.

"Killed more than ten alien races. Just killed Smaug." Situ Xueqin said, but there was no joy on his face. He looked at Situ Zhuoyue and said, "Uncle Ba, why did you come to the Starry Sky Battlefield?"

Situ Zhuoyue smiled and said: "You are the youngest child of our next generation, Uncle Ba is proud of you. Your Uncle Ba has lived for 50 years, and there is no hope of breaking through. Why don't you let me continue to retire at home and watch helplessly? You are fighting hard on the battlefield."

Situ Xueqin gritted her teeth, and said in a deep voice, "But Uncle Ba, your strength is very dangerous in the current starry sky battlefield."

Situ Zhuoyue's face became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "It's because it's dangerous, so we came here. Xueqin, you are geniuses, you have great potential, and because of this, you can't die. Our old man A generation of immortal-level martial artists can't help you much, and their contribution to the human race is limited. What they can do now is to use this life's cultivation to reduce a few enemies for you, make you a little safer, and let the strength of the alien race continue. Come down a little, that's enough."

"But……"

"You think our strength is too weak to be of much use, do you?" Situ Xuezhuo said, then looked into the distance, and said loudly, "So what if we can't beat you, burn your whole life's cultivation, and make the most powerful sword , or let other races accompany us to fall. Eighth Uncle alone has limited strength, but the elders of our human race are not limited to these people."

"That's right, one person's strength is limited, but I'm not the only human race waiting to come to the Starry Sky Battlefield." Another old man stepped forward and laughed at Situ Xueqin, "Little girl, practice hard, we are of no use. The only thing we can do now is to fight the alien race desperately, the future of the human race is entrusted to you to protect. Old friends, let’s go, and find a few more alien races to kill.”

"I'll go with you!" Situ Xueqin said.

Situ Zhuoyue waved his hand: "Girl, if I was afraid of death, why would I come to this Starry Sky Battlefield? If you accompany us, it will only affect your cultivation. If it affects you, then I might as well die."

"Little girl, this is our choice." Tian Bo said beside him.

"Uncle Eight!" Situ Xueqin handed Situ Zhuoyue two bottles of pills.

Situ Zhuoyue glanced at it, then picked up one of the bottles, and said with a smile: "I took the medicine for healing, and the medicine for improving strength is useless to me. If I could improve, I would have improved already. Girl, it's the last time we met , do it yourself."

Situ Zhuoyue and Tian Bo turned around and left, although their clothes were torn, they looked more and more unruly.

Situ Xueqin gritted his teeth, trying not to let his tears fall.

This is my eighth uncle. The eighth uncle who has been very kind to me since he was a child may have felt that his cultivation has reached a bottleneck. He spends more time teaching younger generations. Situ Xueqin has been taught by hand many times.

Yesterday's figure is still vivid in his mind, but today, he can only watch his bleak back getting farther and farther away, but he is powerless.

Block it?For what reason to stop.To die on the battlefield is the glory of a warrior. Many people who have fallen into the immortal state will take this path to dedicate their final glory to the human race.

And this path is also Situ Zhuoyue's current choice.

Soon, Situ Xueqin heard the two singing wildly, with a high voice: "The world is out of my generation.

In the chatting and laughing of Emperor Tubaye, it is a drunken life.

Raising a sword and riding a straddle, wielding the rain of ghosts, the bones are as frightened as a mountain bird.

The dust is like the tide, and the people are like the water, only a few people in the starry sky will come back! "

This song is like their life.

The previous two sentences are full of pride. Everyone who has reached the immortal realm is a former genius. He has the pride of having the world in my hands, and this kind of pride reaches its peak after being promoted to the immortal realm.

But with the slowness of cultivation in the immortal realm, and even entering the bottleneck, just like the next two sentences, he became negative and lamented the helplessness of fate.

But when the negative fate cannot be changed, when a powerful enemy invades the starry sky, the enthusiasm in their bodies will eventually be awakened, the blood will be burned again, and the sword will be taken to the starry sky.

Walking into the starry sky, looking back at the road behind, everything will be farewell forever, at this time, nothing is important.

At this time, no matter whether they are talented or passionate, they only have strong enemies in their eyes, and only the final destination.

Kill the enemy to the death.

"The dust is like the tide, and the people are like the water. I only sigh at the starry sky!" After reading this sentence, Situ Xueqin couldn't help but burst into tears.

She thought of the shabby clothes at home that couldn't be seen at a glance, and the ancestral hall that couldn't fit the spiritual seat.

In Situ's family, countless people spilled blood and died on the battlefield, too many to count.

Not just the Situ family, but every family on the starry sky battlefield.

Endless tombstones, countless spirit cards!
Situ Xueqin wiped away her tears and walked in a different direction.

(End of this chapter)