Huge, white crabapple flowers bloom at intervals on the mountainous ground.
Above each begonia, there are one or two people dressed in white, red or gray. Their expressions may be sluggish, confused, or intoxicated, standing, lying on their backs, or lying down, following a certain rhythm of the great road.
Repeating simple yet profound rhythmic movements.
"Huhu..."
The wind blew rustlingly.
Carrying the unconscious Bazun on her back, Haitang'er had jumped from the depths of the mountain to the outskirts of the Eight Palaces.
At this time, not to mention whether ordinary white clothes can't make it in time.
Even Gou Wuyue, without the support of the Fuguo Sky Cover induction network, may no longer be able to find traces of the two holy slaves.
"Well."
A slightly painful groan sounded from her back, and Haitang'er stopped in time.
"woke up?"
He turned his head, and a pink begonia flower bloomed in mid-air, and he placed the person on it.
The scene was quiet for a long time.
The Eight Masters sat upright on the Begonia flower, rubbing the back of their necks and looking up at Begonia.
He didn't say anything and just looked at him like this for a long time. Haitang'er couldn't stand it anymore.
"The situation was critical at that time. You can't take action now. I had no choice but to..."
"You attacked me?"
Haitang'er's voice paused.
There was a cold look in Bazun's eyes, so he interrupted. For a moment, he didn't know how to argue.
"yes!"
"This is indeed a fact."
Gritting his teeth, Haitang'er immediately continued: "But at that time, if you really want to make a move with Gou Wuyue, not to mention that your own injuries have not yet recovered, but you can hold the sword alone..."
"You attacked me?"
The scene became quiet again.
Haitang'er closed her eyes heavily and said no more, "So what?"
Bazun said indifferently: "Gou Wuyue is a swordsman. He is more than twice as powerful as ordinary Taixu. I am unconscious. Who can hold me back?"
"Cenjov can do it."
"Cen Qiaofu can do it, but who can hold back the Tianji puppet and the other white clothes?"
"Storyteller can."
"The storyteller is Zhan Dao. A group of Zhan Dao are surrounding him. He can protect himself, but others will not be so stupid. He will not look for other people in his spare time." Even if Bazunzun is unconscious, he still has his own view of the situation.
judge.
"The second one is here."
Haitang'er couldn't talk any more and chose to confess.
"Second child?"
Bazun was startled, paused, and his voice weakened: "You know, he is injured."
"Recovered." Haitang'er said.
"What did he tell you?"
"Um."
"Do you believe it?"
"Do not believe."
"Then?"
Haitang'er heard the sound and sighed: "Believe it or not, he opened the Dragon Fusion Realm and attracted Gou Wuyue there. He wants to fight to the death. You know his temper..."
"He wants to fight to the death, so you have to let him go?"
Ba Zunzhen suddenly stood up and said coldly: "If he really wants to fight to the death, Qinglong County will not be able to let Gou Wuyue come to the White Cave smoothly at that time!"
"That's because someone stopped me." Haitang'er turned her head away, not daring to look directly at the other person.
"laugh."
Bazun sneered: "They are all excuses."
He suddenly turned around and walked back.
Haitang'er had to pave a flower path for him to prevent him from falling, and asked again: "Where are you going?"
"go back."
"You have come to this point, why don't you go back? What can you do when you go back? Can you beat Gou Wuyue in your current state?"
"If I'm here, he won't dare to kill anyone."
"But he dares to arrest you!" Haitang'er said angrily.
He didn't know the meaning of returning like this.
Cenqiaofu tried his best to hold back all the high-end white-clothed combat forces so that they would not interfere with other battlefields.
Sang Qiye stopped Gou Wuyue with only one person's strength. Wasn't it to leave a way for Bazun Shu to survive?
As Haitang'er said before, we have reached this point, how can we go back?
This time, wouldn’t all the hard work put in by many parties have been wasted?
Sir, when did you become so pretentious?
Looking at the haggard figure walking forward, step by step, without any hesitation, Haitang'er couldn't help but shout.
"The battle is over!"
He looked at the broken mountains in the distance, the sword intent, the anxious aura...
Also, that arrow!
If we go back now, we won't even be able to recover the bodies, but only two more lives will be lost!
"Do you have a sword?"
The eight acquaintances didn't even look back, and a calm sound floated from the front.
Haitang'er's heart trembled.
He knew that Hua Changdeng's three swords in the past had not only cut off an era, but also made the ruler of that era tired of wielding the sword again.
But now, what did he hear?
sword?
"No sword!"
Haitang'er's voice was trembling.
"Even if there is a sword, you can't pick it up."
"Are you going to give up on the path you have chosen halfway?"
"Just because of the second child, just because of Gou Wuyue, just because of this little fight?"
"You know what you forgot?"
Haitang'er roared: "The real decisive battle is waiting for you behind. Without you, it won't work!"
Click.
The eight statues in front of him stopped and he slowly turned back.
"Haitang'er."
"Let's go?" Haitang'er's voice softened. Although it was just one word, the meaning of the words was more of "Now that you have figured it out, then come with me?"
Bazun shook his head slightly.
"Haitang'er, it's not that I forgot, it's that you are used to it."
"Wait, lurk..."
"We have been brewing and saving for too long."
The Eight Masters raised their heads and looked at the broken sky. There was endless vicissitudes in their cloudy eyes, as if their lifelong will has been stained by time.
But the words are very resounding.
"Just like this flower."
He pointed to the crabapple at his feet and said: "If you don't have the ability to spend all your time with her, then you will never know whether what you have seen and what you think is its most glorious moment is actually true."
"Just like this hand!"
He spread the palms of his hands again, his eight fingers trembling slightly, "As you can see, it is no longer as majestic and stable as it was yesterday, but without a sword and unable to hold a sword, how can it mean that the ending is really just like this?"
The Eight Masters looked forward, staring straight at Haitang'er, pondering for a moment, and said with sincerity:
"There is nothing in this world that can make you the most perfectly prepared to face it."
"When the time comes, it's time."
"When the opportunity comes, I can't refuse it."
"If you can really see the brilliance of flowers and the fullness of human life, then you will have given everything of yourself... In other words, you have prepared everything, so you can see the ending you want."
"But is the ending interesting? Is it really what you want to see?"
Haitang'er lowered her head.
He agrees with the leader's statement, but that doesn't mean he can accept it.
This time, if you take action without fully preparing, the price may be to lose everything!
Bazun smiled knowingly, he knew what the other person was thinking.
"You are too extreme and too perfectionistic."
"Not every step in life must be measured to the same standard, and not everything in the world is just the opposite."
"People can actually have a third choice."
Haitang'er raised her eyes, her eyes full of coldness, "Really? You haven't put your life into it, right? How do you know the ending?"
"I don't know, but I can create it. That's what I've been doing, isn't it?"
"Made of what?"
"Use your hands, use your body, use your will, use everything you can use, and use half-complete preparations..."
Ba Zunzhen gave many answers, and finally paused and said: "Facing each other, not turning your back!"
With a thud, Haitang'er's heart suddenly contracted.
This is talking about him...
escape?
He gritted his teeth and wanted to retort loudly.
"Put me down."
Bazun pointed at the dilapidated mountain forest road below.
The place was devastated and desolate, and the aftermath of the battle in the Eight Palaces had wiped out all the trees, branches and rocks.
"oh."
Haitang'er reluctantly put the man down.
Click.
As soon as the Eight Masters fell to the ground, they trampled down a dead branch.
He lowered his head.
Haitang'er also lowered her head following his gaze.
Broken branches...
Does this mean something?
Haitang'er felt that the sky was getting dark, and her whole body was enveloped in haze and sadness.
He couldn't persuade the leader at all!
But Ba Zunzhen moved away, as if he had thought of something, and squatted down thoughtfully.
He picked up the dry branch that was broken in half, with only the length of his forearm remaining, and looked at it for a long time.
"First seat?"
Haitang'er looked behind him in the direction of the battle.
If you don't leave, Bai Yi will really catch up with you.
The eight masters stood up and looked side by side with him.
"The battle is not over." He suddenly whispered.
Haitang'er was startled when she heard this, and it took her a long time to realize that the first one was responding to what she had just said, the battle between Gou Wuyue and Lao Er that had ended.
"Can you see it?" He was a little curious.
"Can't see."
The eight statues look into the distance.
He only had acquired cultivation skills, suffered from injuries and injuries, and all he could see was the ruined sky.
Whoosh.
With a quick stroke of the dead branch in his hand, a tiny sound of breaking wind appeared.
The corners of Bazun's lips curled up, and a smile appeared on his face.
"but I know……"
"The battle has just begun."
…
the other side.
call out!
The arrows from the sinful bow go away and come back again.
Obviously, Gou Wuyue's sword "Time Sequence Reverse" is not powerful enough to completely affect the two regions.
After the arrow flew back and disappeared from the sky, it suddenly shot forward with unrivaled momentum.
"Xu Xiaoshou..."
Sang Lao sighed.
He never thought that his new apprentice could cause such serious harm to one of the Seven Sword Immortals of the Mainland.
It is true that Gou Wuyue is a swordsman and Taixu.
But on this continent, cultivation level does not determine everything.
At least, he was not born with a holy body, and he had never trained his physical body. The Taixu body that had been transformed by the power of heaven was completely unable to withstand the damage from that punch.
"What exactly is this boxing technique?"
Mr. Sang didn't dig into it.
This is Xu Xiaoshou's opportunity.
He knew that his disciple had many ideas, many secrets, and more opportunities.
If it were him to face that punch, he would actually be a little scared, even if he was the one with the throne.
But no matter what, Xu Xiaoshou has done too much in this battle.
It’s even more than “anything” that he needs to endure in his current state!
This battle, which could not even be ranked as a Zhan Dao, was simply not something that a junior like him should have to face.
What he should do is to defeat his peers in various arenas with great grace and grace!
"Love the common people..."
Looking up at the arrow shooting straight down from the sky, Sang Lao spread his hands.
After losing Gou Wuyue's obstruction, he easily collected his apprentice's body, which was devoured by a punch and exploded into several pieces.
And before he became the true successor of Jinzhao.
Even if there is only one breath left, or even if he has not been dead for too long, he has several ways to take people back from the hands of death.
"Snapped!"
Grabbing the only half of Xu Xiaoshou's cracked head, Sang Lao slapped a body-rejuvenating pill into the wound with his palm.
In a blink of an eye.
Xu Xiaoshou's muscles began to split and grow like crazy.
In just a moment, his whole body was restored.
Sang Lao took out another pill bottle from the ring.
This time, he carefully poured out a golden elixir the size of a small fingernail.
"God's blessing!"
"God's Blessing", known as the most powerful healing medicine in the world, has the power to eliminate all negative effects, rejuvenate souls, and reverse the way of heaven.
Feed it in one handful.
Within three breaths, Xu Xiaoshou made a "poof" sound and spurted out blood, his eyelids trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes.
"Old man..."
Time seems to have slowed down.
Xu Xiaoshou saw the evil bow arrow falling from the sky at a glance, but when it landed in Sang Lao's arms, he surprisingly didn't feel any anxiety at all.
It was as if even if the sky fell, this old man would be holding everything up.
——Full sense of security!
"Snapped!"
It was dark in front of me.
Mr. Sang took out a straw hat from his ring and covered his apprentice's face.
"Xu Xiaoshou."
He opened his lips, as if he had a lot to say.
But as his lips and teeth closed together, it seemed as if there was nothing more to say, and he shut up again.
The aroma of the medicine was mixed with the smell of burning, and even the smell of the old man's sweat...
Xu Xiaoshou felt the smell of the grass on his face and understood everything.
His nose suddenly felt sore and he choked up a little.
"Master..."
Old Sang's heart trembled, but he still did not bow his head.
The arrows that dilated in his pupils did not give him enough time to savor the title that had truly come from his heart since the night of his apprenticeship.
He knows.
Xu Xiaoshou always had resentment in his heart.
But who can not complain?
The way he recruits disciples is to waste human lives.
But Mr. Sang didn't care.
He has no extra time or patience to face the chess pieces that may not grow up.
Only after trying again and again and being disappointed again and again can you really have a chance.
And now.
It was obvious that Xu Xiao was feeling sick.
Then, his mission will be accomplished.
Do you regret it?
It is impossible to say that I don’t regret it.
But precisely because it is hard-won, we cherish it even more.
At least, in front of Mr. Sang, he would not allow anyone, any existence, or in any way, to cause any harm to his disciples in terms of body, spirit, soul, etc.
No one can!
Even if that person is called Love the Common People!
"Xiao Shou, this is most likely the last thing I will say to you."
With a bang, General Sang swatted the man and the straw hat in his hand and flew into the space crack.
The straw hat flies away.
Xu Xiaoshou caught him in a hurry.
When the space crack was about to disappear, he only saw the old guy's lips moving a few times and opening an unskilled smile. Although it was scary, it was obvious that he was trying very hard to express gentleness and kindness.
"If I die, you don't need to fear anyone in the world on this continent."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Sang turned around fiercely, zoomed in with his hands, and clamped the arrow from the evil bow that came from the sky with a bang.
The void exploded, and the space was shattered.
Invisible air waves spread across several miles of space.
It's hard to get the sound out.
But even at this moment, the old man's masseter muscles were still trembling, and he forcibly turned his head away.
He knew that sound could not be transmitted in a vacuum, and Xu Xiaoshou would most likely not be able to hear it.
But he still insisted.
What he didn't know was that even if there was only a trace of space crack left, Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" could completely detect the shape of his mouth.
"Your next supporter is the Holy Palace, Dragon Melt!"