final catastrophe

182. Chapter 133. A Shocking Sword
But at this moment, everyone from the Devil's Cult cast their gazes.

Feng Changqi got up quietly, looked at Mo Xieluo who had rushed over, the original senior brother, and then bowed his head to look at the old man.

I took a look at the old man who hurt him and used to teach him.

One last look.

Then he raised his left hand, and ten meters away, the blood sword entered his palm again with a long cry, as if summoned.

He stared, his pupils were full of resentment and coldness, and his aura rose wildly with his steps.

In the eyes of everyone, he seemed to have transformed into a real river of blood.

It was dark red and sticky, making the air vibrate and giving off a fishy smell.

The ground of the wilderness can even seep red, rolling and roaring under the sombre blue sky.

Thousands of mountains of blood.
It's just such a scene.

When it gets closer.

The monster shrouded in black smoke couldn't help turning around.

As soon as he turned around, he saw cold, hateful, bloodshot pupils.

The river of blood rises nine days, hangs upside down for thousands of miles, and goes upstream, just for this sword, just to turn into a sword in the hand of the miserable one-armed boy.

"Evil animal. Sue to die!" Feng Changqi roared, letting go of his whole body.

Integrate all feelings, all feelings, and everything owed to that old man into this sword.

He got up indulgently, the long sword was no longer a sword, and the person was no longer a person.

The red flow is like wrapping around a thick python. This is his sword intent, it is the sword that broke his heart and suffered for more than ten years, but finally obtained redemption.

When the sword comes out, the world is silent, and the evil spirit is awe-inspiring.

The river of blood burns against the snow.

The eternal river faces the burning black snow.

Heartbroken heartbroken resolve against chaotic.

Sword against sword.

Invisible ripples spread endlessly from where the sword hit.

Xue Fen was actually shaken away.

In the phantom of Hongliu, Feng Changqi also shed blood from his mouth, but he didn't feel any pain at all, as if he hadn't suffered internal injuries at all.

And no matter how much his viscera hurt from the monster's knife, he remained expressionless.

Holding the sword in one hand, he slashed in the air without stopping, flying like a flying swallow, and took advantage of the momentum of sliding down, carrying the once again vigorous blood river, and slashed towards the giant monster's abdomen.

During this period, there was no stalling, no breath adjustment, and no recovery at all.

In other words, he didn't care about his body at all, and he didn't care whether such a forcible action would cause harm to his body, as if to vent, he raised his sword intent to the peak again.

Without hesitation, it was done in one go.

Two swords make one sword.

When everyone reacted, Feng Changqi had already landed.

And the giant monster's abdomen was cut out with a long cut.

Feng Changqi half squatted on the ground, the expression in his eyes remained unchanged, but suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, staining the black soil on the ground red.

With one arm, he thrust the long sword into the ground to support the two swords that had just exerted all their strength.

"careful!"

At this moment, a voice came from his ears, and the monster reacted, Xue Fen turned upside down, fell down again, and fell towards the ants who dared to hurt him.

The person screaming was Mo Xieluo, his body was like a swift wind, he held his head up and grabbed the wind with his left hand, while the sword in his right hand transformed into thousands of clouds, facing the heavy snowfen.

boom! !

The two who were once brothers, but now they were facing each other between good and evil, were chopped off at the same time, as if hit by a giant hammer.

Then lay on the ground, panting heavily.

"The hand bone is broken." Mo Xieluo turned his head to look at the former junior brother, but the two could no longer stand upright, feeling the roar of the ground, and the monster running towards him.

"Hey..." Feng Changqi originally fought with the monster, and later broke his sword intent for the monster. Just now, his heart trembled, and he tried his best to cut a sword beyond his imagination. At this time, he couldn't even move a finger. up.

However, there is no regret in dying like this.

Just Xiaotan
And the sky roared at this moment.

Bean big raindrops seem to fall a few drops tentatively.

Immediately, it poured down, submerging more than [-] dead bodies all over the ground.

clatter.
Da da
Footsteps came from afar.

Small, but very clear, which made everyone look in the direction of the footsteps.

Including Feng Changqi, Mo Xieluo, including the elites who are lingering in the devil's way, unable to fight any more, and have their own thoughts, as well as the bandit generals of the Five Kings.

The rain was falling violently, and the lonely shadow dragged a long knife backwards, walking step by step from the other side.

Walk across the vast wilderness, cross the desolate and lonely bridge, and walk to the battlefield where dead bodies roam.

The rain had already soaked his Taoist robe, and the strong wind had already raised his black hair, blowing the rain off the blade drop by drop.

The red clouds don't move, and the wind is like Ling Chi.

He raised his head, and at some point he began to walk faster and faster, from walking slowly, to walking quickly, to running, to running wildly, and finally pulled out an afterimage, which was thrilling!

"It's the little uncle!!" Mo Xieluo recognized the person, and his heart suddenly turned cold. He naturally knew the master's last wish, and knew that the master would rather die to hold the monster, just so that the man could get luck and return to Wudang smoothly. .

I also know that the moment this man climbs Wudang Mountain, he will become the new head of Wudang!

However, he has already left, why should he come back? !

In this way, isn't the master's sacrifice in vain?

"Let's go, what are you doing back here!!" He yelled with all his strength, and tears fell from his yelling, but his voice was drowned out in the wind and rain.

But under the sky and the earth, there is only the sound of the man's running footsteps.

It seems that the wind, rain, thunder, thunder and lightning are just making music for him and beating drums for him.

And suddenly, on the entire wasteland, tens of thousands of soldiers began to tremble and scream, as if they were singing to them.

The robbers looked at the weapons in their hands in surprise, and saw that the weapons seemed to have souls, trembling slightly, and screaming.

The demon elites also felt that the weapons they depended on for survival were beating.

There is fear!
There is excitement!
There is excitement!
Everyone raised their heads and stared at the lonely, proud figure who rushed towards the invincible monster alone.

He is the only hope.

No matter what kind of jealousy, resentment, or treachery they had before, at this moment everyone was expecting that man to win, to defeat this invincible monster.

The fighting spirit was burning wildly, and the man's hand began to grip the handle of the knife.

And the monster shrouded in the black smoke seemed to have sensed it, but was forced to take two steps back due to the power.

With such an unparalleled aura, it's really unimaginable that this monster can be driven back by just relying on aura.

At this moment, the man's hand was already holding the handle of the knife.

Is he going to take the knife?

No.

He stopped, and at the same moment, Wanli Bingming also subsided.

For the first time, the monster seriously raised the Xue Fen giant knife.

The man stood like an island in the turbulent wind, and the next moment, he drew his sword.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Or that scene was too fast.
So fast that the eyes simply can't keep up.

Is it an afterimage?
Or doppelganger?

still?

The man stood there without moving, but a gray shadow sprang out from his body, holding the knife alone, with an expressionless face, pressing down and pulling out the knife at a speed of almost an instant amidst the rain, lightning and thunder. Knife, knife out.

In one go, a person is a knife, and a knife is a person.

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(End of this chapter)