final catastrophe

Chapter 183 134. I want you to never pay back (third update - to Xuan Yexun)

"The intention of the sword turns into form, and the intention of the sword turns into form, it is truly unparalleled in the world!"

"Xueyuan Sword Master" Ming Ya, the second-ranked sword master in Daxue Mountain, sighed.

"With this knife, regardless of success or failure, he is already number one in the world."

The leader of the Red Lotus Sect "Skull Flower" Bai Li looked up at the knife.

"Great General of Bone Burying" Hua Tuijie laughed, "Old Daoist Meng died on the right path, and a more powerful one came in. It's not a loss if you exchange one for one."

Baptized with blood, revived with tears.

In the eyes of everyone, that man was like an awakened mad dragon, and at this moment he swung his first stab of awakening.

Shocking knife!

More than half of the soldiers in the Gunslinger Hall were killed or injured, while Zhang Xiren, who was covered in wounds, stood in awe. For some reason, he felt a little blocked and a little burning.

And Feng Changqi stared at the knife, his pupils widened.

Mo Xieluo was still shouting at the top of his lungs, but at this moment, he also stopped. He looked at the man's knife like a stone sculpture, and that knife was like a god.

"Kill him!!" Looking at the body of the old man protected by Wudang disciples, he roared, "Master, kill him!"

"Uncle Master!!"

"Little master!"

"Hero Xia! Kill him!"

The bearded man was silent, his shadow had already passed through the monster's body, and the latter didn't respond at all, and the Xue Fen he was holding couldn't do any blocking at all.

Facing this knife, he seemed like a toddler.

Whoosh!
The gray shadow turned back immediately, and returned to Xia Ji's body like electricity.

And at this moment, the monster suddenly threw Xue Fen in its hand, as if it had seen through the immobility of this man at the moment, and wanted to drag him into hell together.

As soon as the shadow entered his body, that Xue Fen had already turned into a fierce silver plate, tearing apart the space, and reaching his eyes.

The bearded man regained clarity in his eyes, looked at the knife coming through the air, and instinctively raised the knife to block it.

boom!
His body seemed to be bombarded by a ten thousand horse-drawn cart, and his whole body flew upside down. His face turned pale, he bent his knees, and supported his body with a long knife.

Almost at the same moment, the monster also crashed down.

It was pouring rain.

"Win?" Mo Xieluo couldn't believe it until now.

But the monster actually fell to the ground.

However, the next moment, Xue Fen suddenly began to melt, as if something exploded, countless red blood flowed out from the blade, like hundreds of thousands of thin snakes, quickly crawled into the monster's body.

Each thin snake has a painful human face. These may be the souls of the dead who were trapped in it for a short time.

Whoosh whoosh!
The thin snake entered the monster's body.

In just an instant, the monster's vitality was rapidly recovering.

No one can stop it.

Suddenly, the monster that fell to the ground suddenly jumped up, volleying towards the kneeling man in the distance.

He obviously realized that if he didn't kill this person, he would never have a second life.

Although there is still an inexplicable fear of this person, no fear can compare to death.

The mutation was so sudden that no one could notice it.

Xia Ji moved his body, but he seemed unable to stand up. The knife seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the subsequent barely blocking made him seriously injured.

He hung his head, his hair was wet from the rain, and fell from his cheeks, and his body heaved like waves as he gasped.

And the fingers moved, trying to grab the handle of the knife again in vain, and blocked it.

But how can a mortal body compare to a monster.

However, behind him, a red shadow appeared at some point.

Dragging an extremely long, extremely beautiful, and extremely colorful Liuxian skirt, she flew over in the night-like rain.

Snow-white Qianqian hands, carrying a billowing cold wave, came from a distance, and the air flow rushed like the wind rising and falling in an abyss of extreme ice.

That figure flew in the air, facing the monster that was also rushing.

The pale cheeks were no longer bloody, but she still raised her two fingers together, Wumeng pointed, and the stalks were born, and the remaining Taiyin Qi that was used to save her life rushed out from her fingertips.

A faint voice rang in Xia Ji's ears.

"What you owe me, I want you to repay it forever and ever." The voice was sad and determined, and there were some sweet smiles that seemed to recall sweetness.

She pointed out with two fingers, and stopped in front of this man, just like when he stopped in front of her in Xiangyang.

Reminiscing back then, teenagers were melancholy and girls were passionate.

Spring flowers and autumn moon, small building spring breeze.

Drunk often sleeping soundly, waking up under the willow, and opening and closing eyes are all your time.

boom!
Two fingers of Taiyin met the monster's black mist rising fist.

Broken dream.

Dream woke up.

Ren Qingying flew upside down, like a kite with a broken thread, flying low in the lonely sky, or like a butterfly whose wings were wet on a rainy day, and was blown away by the strong wind.

Spring has passed, and midsummer will also pass. When autumn fades, the rain will fall like this, and all the prosperity will be blown away by the rain and the wind.

Ren Qingying has experienced prosperity, but now it's time for the curtain call.

She only felt that all internal organs were numb with pain, and her body had completely lost control, as if there was only a lonely soul left, waiting to be hooked away by impermanence, only her heart was still aching and cold.

But the expected fall to the ground did not happen.

She felt herself being embraced in a warm embrace.

so warm
How is it like being in bed.

Is it hell?

A woman with bloody hands like me only goes to hell
Is it just that hell is so warm?
She can't keep her eyes open, she's so tired
But at this moment, the monster that lost Xue Fen charged again, like a meteor carrying death, falling from the sky.

In the eyes of everyone, they saw the man holding Ren Qingying.

This legend of the new era, the owner of Yuxu Palace, may take over as Wudang's head teacher in the future. As the leader of the righteous way, the man quietly embraced the demon girl.

But at this time, no one thinks of good and evil, and no one reprimands them with the words "good and evil are incompatible", but restricts them.

The younger girl couldn't help crying.

Even the group of heroes who were scarred and scarred couldn't help but sigh.

Good luck tricks people.

However, if they died together and were buried together, it would be regarded as "the earth wishes for Lian Lizhi", right?
No one thought they would survive.

An army of nearly a million could not kill this monster, and heroes from all walks of life who gathered the magic sect could not kill this monster. Even the No. 1 Meng Aiwan of Longzangzhou in the old era died in the hands of this monster. The legend of the demon sect Ren Qingying, who has dominated the evil ways for decades, is also dying.

As expected, Xia Ji is worthy of being a legend of the new era. With a shocking blow, he killed this monster once.

But this monster was reborn again by the resentful soul in the snow.

This time, no one can subdue it again.

And once the two are dead, it will be their turn next.

In the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

Xia Ji lowered his head, holding the beautiful woman who didn't know life and death with his left hand, but clenched the knife in his right hand, the rain fell like tears, washing his face over and over again.

"It's okay." He leaned down and whispered softly in the ear of the beautiful woman in his arms.

　Freshly baked.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)