Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

If their understanding was a little deeper, they would know that at this moment they had been completely pulled into the domain belonging to Huang Qiyun. It was dangerous to pull other saints into the holy domain, but the methods used by Huang Qiyun were completely different from the external manifestations of seeking the truth and being canonized, because her holy domain seemed to have no so-called boundaries at all.

Generally speaking, the sanctuary is an outer shell, and inside is a small world that belongs exclusively to the canonized person.

Canonization that has reached the realm of manifestation can temporarily expand the sanctuary to cover the real world, but the sanctuary will never disappear.

But Huang Qiyun doesn't seem to have this kind of situation at all... She doesn't have a holy domain at all, but she can easily manifest her own 'Tao'.

The result is the scene before our eyes.

Everything was consumed in flames.

Only Huang Qiyun stood on the top of the Mountain of Bones, spinning and dancing, enjoying himself alone in the destruction that he had created with his own hands.

"This is simply crazy..." For the first time, the chief detective felt his scalp tingling and his heart palpitations.

"This move of hers won't last long." Purple Cloud Sword Saint said, "Wait until she runs out of energy!"

“I’m afraid I can’t hold on that long.” Shankui looked down at his body and could feel his flesh and blood being refined and dissolved in the fire. His life, realm, cultivation, and even his soul were gradually turned into nothingness in the fire.

Huang Qiyun on the top of the White Bone Mountain let out an enchanting and charming laugh.

"This is the Devil's Dance that will burn the world to ashes."

“Once I start, I can’t stop it, not even myself.”

"I will continue to dance until I can't dance anymore. Please enjoy watching me."

"This witch!" The chief of the police said angrily, "We can't wait any longer. We must fight her to the death while we still have some strength left!"

"Ah……"

Huang Qiyun leaped lightly, and then the fire of destruction that burned the world spread again, causing ripples.

Feng Sheng, who had just tried to show his face, was forced to lower his head and return to his original position.

The second prince was protected by two semi-saint puppets, but one of them had been burned to charcoal in the flames and was beginning to malfunction.

His face changed drastically, and he asked for help again and again: "Everyone, hurry up!"

The prince can't hold on any longer.

The chief hunter naturally couldn't wait, so he threw out his chain hammer, wrapped it around the half-saint puppet that was about to be damaged, and smashed it towards the top of the bone mountain, then rushed upwards: "I'll lead the way!"

Shan Kui and Ziyun Sword Saint acted at the same time. Even the seriously injured Calligraphy Saint struggled to raise his brush and wrote the word "destroy".

At the moment when this group of people took action, Huang Qiyun's Heavenly Demon Dance paused slightly, and then continued dancing, completely ignoring them.

As she said, once you start, you won't stop until you are exhausted.

So as her trump card, she had intended to use it to die together with Huang Yanxia.

But I didn't expect it to be released here.

Once she releases the Demonic Dance, she won't be able to leave.

The original goal was to break through, but now we have to compete with the opponent to see who can survive longer. This is undoubtedly putting the cart before the horse.

But she had no better solution. The best way to deal with the siege was to kill all the enemies.

Even if she died, she would hold on to her last breath and burn everyone here to ashes.

On the top of the White Bone Mountain, several people were attacking continuously and frantically, trying to block Huang Qiyun's Demonic Dance, but every attack could not make her stop. Every time they got close, they would be swept away and repelled by the whistling waves of fire.

But Huang Qiyun was not uninjured either. The sword energy broke through the curtain of flames and slashed on her shoulder, tearing a wound. Blood splattered on the bones, and then the fire burned even more vigorously.

Under the reckless attack of the three men, she had no idea how many more moves she could hold out.

……

"She's dying!"

"Work harder!"

"It has come to this, what are you still hiding!"

"Xu Er! Release the arrows!"

……

The chaotic shouting was very loud.

Huang Qiyun staggered, and he could no longer tell whether what was redder was the flame or the blood.

The movements of Tianmoye Dance had become deformed, and the huge damage made it almost impossible for her to stand up.

Her vision became hazy, and for a moment it seemed as if countless memories of the past flashed before her eyes.

Like a movie played on fast forward.

She recalled the time when she and her sister depended on each other for survival, the days when she practiced hard on the Phoenix Terrace, the carefree running in the mountains, the first time she ate candied haws, the pain, helplessness and despair of being pierced through the heart by a sword, and the loneliness of drifting alone in the world of martial arts...

why?

Why do I have to endure such pain again?

What did I do wrong that I am not even allowed to live?

I clearly did nothing wrong, but why can't I be given even a tiny bit of happiness?

It's not my fault. It can't be me.

But it’s this damn world that can’t accommodate me!

The pain and blood gradually overwhelmed my vision.

His eyes turned red.

Countless strong murderous intentions surged madly.

At this moment, countless evil thoughts surged.

Huang Qiyun could no longer accommodate any other thoughts.

At this moment, she just wanted to burn the world and let everything be buried with her.

A voice whispered - this is your essence, accept it, accept this fate, and then use your fire, your blood, your hatred, your hatred, and your existence to purify the world!

Said it right.

Huang Qiyun stretched out his hand, wanting to obey the voice and embrace this fate.

But at this moment...

A beam of white light pierced through the eyes surrounded by blood.

Huang Qiyun blinked and saw a familiar face.

The young man hugged her closely, stroked her cheek, and dispelled her anxiety.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The woman stared blankly at the face so close to her, and suddenly realized that she was not completely without anything... In the deepest part of that memory, there should have been the warmth of his hand holding hers, just like at this moment...

Even if you fall into hell, there is still someone willing to hold your hand.

Let us go to hell together.

as always.

Chapter 907: Burning the City

The Demonic Dance was stopped.

But it wasn’t because Huang Qiyun was exhausted.

It was because she stopped on her own initiative.

The other besiegers in the surrounding area were also seriously injured and retreated one after another.

The second prince hid behind the semi-saint puppet, as if he had been reborn from the dead, with fear still lingering on his face. The fire of destruction that had just purified the world had already reached him. With one touch, the flesh and blood on his face dried up immediately, and even his bones appeared.

Anyone with the cultivation level of a saint would not be able to withstand the flames for more than a few seconds before being completely burned to ashes.

He barely survived and was barely standing. He looked up at the sky above the hill of bones. A man in bloodstained green clothes stood on the top of the hill, leaning against Huang Qiyun.

...He actually came?

...How did he come here?

Two questions flashed through my mind one after another.

The second prince frowned. He once again felt that the situation was getting out of control. From the beginning of the encirclement to now, only less than half a quarter of an hour had passed. With Wu Xian's strength, it should not be difficult to detain the man surnamed Bai, but he came so quickly.

The second prince didn't know whether he should be happy about this.

If Bai Yu had arrived a few seconds later, Huang Qiyun might have been besieged and killed, but he himself might have died first in the purifying fire of Tianmo Yewu.

Purple Cloud Sword Saint raised his eyes and looked at the young man's back, whispering: "Huang Qiyun has lost his fighting power, but... someone more difficult to deal with has arrived."

The chief constable glanced in the direction of the rockery and whispered, "The document mountain has collapsed. There is no strength left to continue."

Shankui had now grown from a two-meter-tall sturdy man into a lean man of one and a half meters. Although his life force had just been severely consumed, his fighting power was still preserved most completely.

This is Shankui's exclusive secret technique, which is to store a large amount of fat in the body and burn it in one breath when necessary to gain huge vitality.

He asked, "What is the origin of that person?"

The second prince replied: "He is Huang Qiyun's lover. Wu Xian should have been responsible for holding him back."

"Wu Xian? Old man Wang has already taken action?" Shan Kui's heart trembled: "And he hasn't been stopped yet?"

"He should have broken free from Wuxian's obstruction." Changsun Ziyun looked at Bai Yu's slightly thin back: "Fortunately, he is not in his prime."

Ignore the words around you.

Huang Qiyun silently raised his eyes and looked at him closely. The colorful blood and madness in his eyes receded like the tide. His clear eyes reflected the young man's appearance, as if he wanted to engrave the other person into his soul.

Even if this would be the last moment of her life, she had nothing to resent or curse.

Because she is not alone.

Even on the road to the underworld, there will be someone to support you and walk together, living and dying together.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he apologized softly.

Huang Qiyun shed blood but not tears when facing the enemy. Her tears had long dried up, but when she heard these words, her nose felt sore and she felt weak, unlike herself.

She shook her head vigorously: "I knew you would come."

She immediately reached out her hand for a hug, but when she really reached out her hand, she realized something was wrong.

Looking down to the right side of the young man, there was nothing under the blood-stained long green sleeves.

Huang Qiyun's pupils contracted violently.

The fire of purification suddenly erupted again and ignited.

Several canonized saints quickly retreated again, looking upward in confusion.

They all thought that Huang Qiyun was exhausted, but she still seemed to have some strength left and was fully capable of dragging a few more people to hell.

Bai Yu straightened the woman's messy hair and said, "I was blocked by Wang Fuyue on my way here. He is really cunning. The older he gets, the more cunning he becomes. He wanted to beat around the bush with me and waste my time. In order to make this a quick decision, I paid a small price..."

"Just an exchange of arms."

"I didn't suffer any loss anyway."

He smiled, calm and composed.

Huang Qiyun stretched out her hand, but was afraid of touching the wound. She bit her lower lip, feeling her heart was about to break. She clenched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, and her knuckles turned white... Even though she almost died here before, she did not show such a depressed expression.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Bai Yu shook his head.

"You're lying." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Your hands are gone, why are you still smiling..."

"What's the use of the right hand when I have a wife?" Bai Yu joked.

Huang Qiyun couldn't laugh.

"Okay, little crybaby." Bai Yu said seriously, "Let's talk about it after we get out."

Huang Qiyun wiped away the tears from her eyes and nodded seriously: "Let's talk about it after we get out."

Bai Yu did have a broken right arm.