Chang Jiudao felt the dangerous aura at the first moment. At the moment when the blood thunder suddenly appeared, Chang Jiudao, who was in his best condition, immediately slammed the blood thunder with one knife!
Although he had not seen the blood thunder clearly, his years of experience in the battlefield and the dangerous touch that had experienced hundreds of disasters told him that he should do that!
As expected, he is worthy of being a powerful man in the Hundred Tribulation Realm. He can take action so accurately with just consciousness!
However, Yue Mochen, who had been prepared for a long time, had expected such a result, so at the moment when Chang Jiudao's battle knife hit the blood thunder, Yue Mochen also took action!
Like a passing ghost shadow, Yue Mochen was as fast as a stream of light. Just as the battle knife and blood thunder collided, Yue Mochen's single-final sword also came to Chang Jiudao's eyes!
Chang Jiudao was naturally extraordinary. With a knife intent, he slashed at the blood thunder, and actually destroyed most of the blood thunder, but the blood thunder was still passed through the sword of his sword and passed to his body!
A sensation of paralysis came, and Chang Jiudao panickedly discovered that except for his soul, he had lost consciousness all over his body!
The soul is slowly becoming numb and consciousness begins to become a little blurred.
At this moment, Yue Mochen's voice sounded in his ears!
"Remember my name, the one who killed you is Yue Mochen!"
"Yuemochen!?"
Yue Mochen's words were spoken and spread to Chang Jiudao's soul that became slow, but it sounded like a bolt from the blue, and it rang in Chang Jiudao's heart!
In an instant, Chang Jiudao's soul suddenly shook and recovered a little bit of clarity. Everything about this name appeared in Chang Jiudao's mind!
"How could this happen? Why!? Why did this result!?"
"Yuemochen! His surname is Yue and his name is Mochen. Could it be that this is just a coincidence? Or is it the arrangement of fate?"
At the moment when Jian Feng was approaching, many scenes flashed through Chang Jiunao's mind.
A woman, standing on the boundless desert, her long black hair was like a gorgeous silk, and she was extremely charming.
Her expression was a little tired and weak, but her appearance made the world dimly lose its color.
In her arms was a baby who was still in her cradle. The baby was obviously just born, but he did not cry like other newly born babies. He just looked at the woman quietly, quietly
Looking at this world, there was a curious look in my eyes.
The stunning woman looked at the baby with a doting face: "Child, what name should you call?"
Next to the woman, a handsome man in a white samurai suit smiled happily, "He is still young, how can he speak?"
After changing his tone, the handsome man said again: "Master gave me the surname Yue, so the child is naturally the surname Yue. Now the youngest generation in Qianyue Palace is the word "Mo", so the name is also followed by the word "Mo", the last word,
Hemei, please make a decision, okay?"
The stunning woman nodded with a smile, and her slightly tired face was filled with a happy smile.
At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the desert, rolling up countless dust and sand. The stunning woman quickly blocked the dust and sand for the child.
Strangely, the baby, who was still in his cradle, actually pointed at the dust and sand in the sky and laughed "eat".
Seeing this, the stunning woman laughed softly, "Haha, who said that our child can't speak? He is telling us his name, born in the dust, just call it Mo Chen, Brother Yu
, do you think it's OK?"
......
One by one, the painting flashed in Chang Jiudao's soul. Chang Jiudao showed the look of memories, and the memories were filled with pain...
In the last picture, it was still the stunning woman, and it was still the baby. It was just that the stunning woman had a faint blood stain on her body, and there was an indelible fatigue in her expression, and the baby had grown into a two or three-year-old child.
It's right.
The stunning woman hugged the child tightly, and her beautiful eyes kept looking at the child, with a look of reluctance in her eyes.
"Miss, it's almost done!" An old man beside her reminded.
Hearing this, the stunning woman's delicate body shook and tears flowed unconsciously. She finally glanced at the child, as if she had used all her strength to say to the child: "Chen'er, go back with Aunt Lan, when you grow up
Do you know if you want to listen to Aunt Lan?"
The child blinked in a vague way, and then obediently stretched out his arms to another woman.
Another woman took the child with a serious expression, nodded at the stunning woman, and turned around and left.
The stunning woman stared blankly at the background where the two left, and her body couldn't help but tremble.
After a long time, she took out a jade pendant and handed it to the old man who had just opened his mouth.
After the old man silently took the jade pendant, his body moved and disappeared.
......
Yue Mochen, whose surname is Yue and whose name is Mochen.
He is, he turns out to be, he is his young master!
No wonder this young man is so outstanding.
No wonder he could use the sword moves in the sword book because he was Young Master Mo Chen!
At this moment, Chang Jiudao wanted to scream and tell Yue Mochen his identity. However, he was hit by the blood thunder and was paralyzed all over and could not even squirm in his throat!
He tried his best to open his mouth, let alone talk! He could only feel Yue Mochen's sword tip approaching his body little by little, but he could do nothing.
Why! Is it true that God really messes with people like this?
Chang Jiudao roared uneasyly, but unfortunately, Yue Mochen couldn't hear his heart!
The dark spiritual energy was so strong that Yue Mochen's figure flashed behind Chang Jiudao and took action!
"It's all my fault. I just chased after me without any discernment!"
"It's all my fault. I forced him to take action without knowing the identity of the young master!"
"It's all my fault! When I saw the young master using his sword to break through the sky, I should have guessed that in this world, except for the young master Mo Chen who was entrusted, who else can learn the unique skills of the sword scripture in this ruins of the gods?
I still think I'm self-righteous..."
It's all my fault!
It's all my fault!
"I'm not afraid of death, nor do I mind dying at the hands of Young Master Mo Chen, but why is it now!"
"Why!"
"Why can't I tell the young master the inside story!"
"Young Master Mo Chen actually went to kill Mr. Wuxing. He must not know the life experience of Mr. Wuxing. Why can't I tell Mr. Mo Chen about all this! Even if I'm going to die after I finish speaking, I'm willing!"
Chang Jiudao roared in his soul forever, but could not make a sound!
The cold sword edge flashed by, and a blood ray gushed out!
Chang Jiudao fell down in despair. At that moment, countless regrets flashed in his heart.